A kind Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

~Guess who's back...back again~

"I hope I'm doing the right thing." I pass the sign that welcomed me to Camp Crystal Lake aka. Camp Blood. It seemed like a good idea back at home, but now I'm starting to get second thoughts. What if he doesn't remember me? Or what if he does, but is pissed that I came back? I tighten the grip on the steering wheel. No, he saved my life,he wouldn't hurt me. He deserves a proper thank you and a gift. I stopped the car in the parking area and turned the engine off. I take a deep breath. No turning back now. I grab the box from the passenger seat and get out of the car.

I look around. It's actually really pretty here. The leafs rustling in a soft breeze, birds singing their songs and colorful flowers swaying in the wind on a nearby meadow. Feeling better already I make my way to the center of camp. I think this is the fastest way for me to find him, or rather him find me. I could probably find the way back to his cabin, but it doesn't seem like a good plan. I don't know if he's home or not. I sit down on a tree stump and put the present in my lap. I hope he likes it.

Jasons POV:

Another car? Don't they have better things to do? I start walking towards the camp. After a few steps I stop. Something seems odd. It's quieter that usual. At this point I would normally hear shouting, laughing and awful music blasting on the highest volume. Let's see what it's about. I go to a spot where I could observe most of the campgrounds. Nothing. Not a single half naked teen. I listen intently. Someone is humming. Not for long. I smirk under my mask and walk towards the sound of my next victim. I came around the corner ... and froze in disbelieve. It-it can't be.

Your POV:

What a nice day. I should spent more time at places like this. I swing my legs from side to side and hum that damn great song that's been stuck in my head for 3 straight days now. After two minutes a cloud blocked the sun and threw some shade on my place. I look up and stare right into his eyes. His massive body towering over my little form on the stump, without moving a single muscle. I hug the gift tightly, as if it could protect me. Where did he come from? I didn't hear him at all. Ok calm down (Y/n), he's a nice guy ... at least for a killer. I clear my throat and smile. "Hi." No reaction. I stand up and face him.

"I know you don't like it when people come to your camp, but I wanted to thank you properly for saving my life." I hold up the box in my hands and hold it out to him. He tilts his head and looks at me likeI grew another head.

"That's why I brought this. It's nothing special, but I made it myself. I hope you like it." No movement. Why is he still starring at me like that? I'm getting uneasy here. I put it down on the tree stump and take a step back.

"So... I guess I get going and let you do your thing. Thanks again. Bye." I wave a little, no reaction... again, turn around and walk back to my car. Well that was awkward. I know he doesn't want or can't talk, but a nod or gesture would have been nice. Well at least he didn't try to kill me.

Jasons POV:

These hallucinations are getting more detailed. She looks exactly like the real one. No, even prettier. Maybe she is real? No. I close my eyes. These dreams may make me happy for a few moments, but they'll hurt me in the long run. I have to accept the fact that she'll never come back. I breath out and open my eyes. She's gone. I sigh and look down. Wait...the box is still here? Why didn't it vanish like her? I reach out, half expecting it to be an illusion, but grab it nevertheless. My heart stops for a second. It's real? It's really real?! That means ...

Your POV:

I was only 5 meters away from my car when I heard something. I turn around and see Jason running right at me. "Shit." was all I could say, too shocked to move. He throws his massive arms around me, lifts me up and embraces me in a big bear hug. My eyes widen. He's hugging me?! Dafug?! Does that mean he likes me?! My cheeks flush red at that thought. What if he notices? No that would be so embarrassing! I decide to hide my face in his chest. BIG mistake. The feeling of his strong pecs against my face left me no choice but to squeal like a fan girl. So much for avoiding embarrassment.

Jasons POV:

Omg she's here! She came back! I can't believe it! I grin from ear to ear and hold here tightly in my arms. Maybe too tight. She made a weird noise. Oh god I hope I didn't hurt her. I put her back on the ground. Her face is all red and she's breathing rapidly. I carefully put my hand on her right shoulder. She looks up at me and says with a slightly trembling voice:

"I-I'm alright. You just caught me of guard." She smiles at me. My heart did a back flip and my cheeks get warmer. I never thought I would be in such a situation. Now what?

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AN: I know this chapter is already way to long, but I got tagged by @CFHigh   . (Why you do this to me? XD ) So I guess this means I have to tell you 5 things about me.

1. I'm german. [Hier steht nichts besonderes, ich wollte dich nur dazu bringen einen Übersetzer zu benutzen. Hehehe ;) ]

2. My favorite color is green.

3. I'm dyslexic (God bless spell-check programs! \(°-°)/ )

4. I can burp at will.

5. I sneeze when I eat too fast. XD