What will happen to me? Slashers x reader

Chapter 2

(Jason's P.O.V)

I sign as I ripped my machete out of the sluts head letting her fall and blood spill around her head. My head whipped to the side as I heard a twig snap near me and of course there was a guy looking at the dead body of the girl then at me with the most horrified expression on his face. 

"Y-YOU MONSTER!" he yelled, but I only titled my head to the side  and stared at him. I don't think I'm a monster, well at least I don't think. 

'Oh Jason, my special boy, you are NOT a monster. You are helping get rid of the bad people who don't deserve to live.' Mother said to me. When I heard that, it made me feel better and I knew mother said was true because no matter where I am or What people say, she'll always be with me and tell me things to make me feel better. As I come back to reality, I noticed the guy running away, it's a shame that he'll just die anyways. I mean everyone that comes to my camp always dies and NEVER gets away, I make sure of that. I begin to walk to the guy that thinks he can get away. 

'He probably went back to the cabins or near the lake.' Mother said. I gave a slight nod and walked to the cabins first. Once I was at the tree line at the camp, my eyes scanned the area to make sure he still wasn't running trying to run out of the camp area, onto the road. He definitely wasn't going towards the road, maybe he's in one of the cabins and if he is, then he must not have a brain. Getting to the first cabin, I opened the door and checked everywhere. In closets, bathrooms, bedrooms, the kitchen, and anywhere that could be considered a hiding spot for people. Once I was done checking I moved onto the next cabin.

Standing in front of the cabin, I was about the open the door until I heard a loud crash from inside of it. My guess would have to be that he's in here and so I slammed open the door. when I did that the guy turned, screamed, and tried to get away, but didn't succeed. I grabbed the back of his shirt and stabbed him repeatedly in the back until all I heard was silence. Dropping him to the ground, he fell onto his back and I noticed the damage that I did to him.

His eyes were wide open and lifeless, blood was seeping out of his mouth, and his blood pooled at my feet from his opened wounds. Taking one more glance at my work, I walked away from the scene and walked into the woods towards my home. Once I was there, I went into my room and sat on the old bed that I had for years now, just trying to relax, but of course I know that will never happen. Stupid teenagers and new counselors will always come back and I'll have to kill them again and again, over and over. 

Just like now, the roar of a trucks motor can be heard through out the camp and woods, echoing. I sign and put my head in my hands, when are they gonna learn to never come back. Right when I stood up there was a scream of terror coming from the cabins. Oh, that's right I never cleaned my mess up from my killings, oh well hopefully they will leave. But they didn't they stayed, I know this because I didn't hear the engine of the truck again. 

I walk out of my home and away from the comfort that it provides. Why did these idiots have to ruin my time and relaxation?

~Time Skip~

Walking back to my home covered in blood from head to toe, but it has never bothered me one bit. Back at my little cabin, I signed slamming the cabins door behind me and now I hopefully can relax without have anyone disturb me. Laying back down on my bed, I closed my eyes calming my nerves and sore muscles. Before I knew it, I fell asleep not dreaming anything but darkness. 

I woke up a few hours later and rubbed my tired eyes. Looking outside the little window I saw that it was getting darker by the minuet. I got up from my bed, grabbed my machete just in case any uninvited guests come along, and walked to a little hill watching the sunset and let myself be engulfed in darkness. Looking up to the sky, it was dressed in black with shining diamonds dancing across it. Moving my head back towards the woods, then the ground, I walked back to my cabin, alone and sad knowing that I'll never find a girl to ever love a man like me.

'Jason don't worry mama's gonna find you a special girl just for you.' My mother said. I hope so, I really, really hope so. Then I won't have to feel like so lonely even if I have you, mom, I still feel the loneliness take a hold of me. I looked up and found myself in front my little home with my hand on the door handle. 

Entering the door my sad emotions were replaced with the warmth and comfort of my home. I was listening to the comforting words of my mother and the promises of finding the perfect woman for someone like me, but who am I kidding that will probably never happen. But a man can dream can't he? 

I looked down staring at the ground ans slowly walked to the kitchen to wash my machete of the dried blood that caked onto it. Once at the sink, I turned the faucet on and let the water hit the blade of my machete. Blood and water mixing, then draining away. Finally done cleaning my machete, I let it lean against the wall and made my walk to my bedroom, but there was a light coming from under the door. 

Tilting my head in confusion I opened the door only to be engulfed in a bright light, but since the light was so bright my eyes closed and I think I passed out. I awoke to find myself on the woods ground, but it wasn't my woods I knew that for a fact. Looking around I found a man leaning against a tree facing me. He had a mechanic's suit on, white mask, dark brown shoes, and he held a large knife in his hands. We kinda just started are each other for a few seconds before he broke eye contact. 

"If you're gonna ask me where we are I don't know." The man said and continued, "My names Michael Myers. What's yours?" 

I looked at him confused before taking a note book I had with me and writing something down, then gave it to him. I don't know why I'm not attacking him,but something told me not to. 

'Jason Voorhees' was all that the note said.