A kind Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

A new friend

We stood there not knowing what to do. We just looked at each other. After what seemed like forever I asked:

"Did you like the gift?"He shrugged his shoulders.

"You haven't opened it yet?" He shakes his head.

He turned around and walked back to the stump, but stopped after two steps. He looked over his shoulder and gestured me to follow him. We walked side by side and sat down next to each other. I watched him unpack his present and couldn't help but smile. He was like a child on Christmas, ripping the paper like his life depended on it.

Jasons POV:

I can't remember the last time I got a present. I wonder what it is. I get rid of the paper, all the while making sure not to destroy the precious core. A big smile spreads across my face. It's a glass full of cookies!

"Don't worry, they're chocolate chip not raisins." She chuckles.

 I look at her. I don't care what flavor they are. They could taste like shit and I would still eat them. Because you made them ... for me.

Your POV:

He carefully opens the glass, takes of his gloves and picks a cookie. He was about to lift up his mask to eat, but froze in the motion. I frown.

"What's the matter?" He made a spinning gesture with his hand. I was confused, till I finally realized what he meant. "Oh you want me to turn around so I don't see your face?" He nods. I do him the favor and turn my head. I don't know why he doesn't want me to see his face. I wouldn't tell anyone how he looks, but I guess it's best not to over think it. I mean wearing a mask is still one of his normal habits given the fact that it's not lethal.

"Mmmmmm." I smile. He seems to like them. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. He had his mask back in place and was happily munching on his 10th cookie (vaguely estimated by the new space in the jar). He gave me a thumps up and handed me a hand full of cookies. One hand of his meant both of mine.

"Thanks but I already ate a lot of cookie dough ... and it's your gift after all." I tried to hand them back to him but he waved his hands and pointed at me with his finger.

"Ok,if you insist." I eat and look around.

"You know this place is really beautiful. To bad I can't stay that long."I turned back and almost choked on a cookie. His aura changed 180 degrees, from sunny day to thunderstorm in 20 seconds flat. He looked me straight in the eyes.

"I-I mean I still got time to stay like 2 more hours, but I have to go home eventually." He kept his gaze and slowly shook his head. Without breaking eye contact he reached to his belt and pulled out a knife. All the blood in my face vanished. He grabbed the wrappingpaper and to my surprise cut his finger. He finally averted his eyes and started writing. I calmed down a little, but my hands were still slightly trembling when I received the note written in blood.

Please stay.

I looked up and starred into his eyes. They were so sad that I almost cried.

"Why is it so important to you that I stay?" He grabbed his knife again, but I quickly put my hand over his. He jolted up a little and looked at my hand, then at me. I remove it slowly.

"You don't have to do that. I have a notepad." I reach into my pocket, grab the notepad and pen and hand them to him. He wipes the blood of off his knife and puts it back into its sheath.

"So why do you want me to stay?" He thinks for a while before he writes something down and hands me the paper.

You make me happy.

"How so?" He writes again.

You're the only one that every smiled at me except for my mother.

"Really?"I frown. That's so sad. "Where's your mother now?" He clenches his fists and looks to the ground. My eyes widen.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I look down as well. Loosing your mother is one of the worst things that can happen to someone. I hear a pen scratching on paper and look back up. He looks up as well and gives me another paper.

It's alright, you didn't know. She was the only person who cared for me. Ever since I lost her I could only feel anger and pain. I don't know how, but you changed that. That's why I want you to stay. I don't want to loose that feeling again. So would you please stay here?

I sat there, not knowing what to say. I can't just stay with a masked murderer that I barely know. That's insane. I did come back to bring him cookies though. I sigh and scratch my head. It was hard to concentrate with him sitting next to me, just starring at me, as if this would help. I don't think he'll accept a no for an answer and I honestly don't want to leave someone who needs my help. Wait.

"How about I visit you regularly?" He pondered for a moment.

How often is regular?

"Once a week." He looked at me with a demanding stare. "Umm...twice?" He shacks his head and holds up five fingers. "Five?! No." I cross my arms. "Three times a week is my final offer. Take it or leave it."

Deal. See you tomorrow? I nod.

How can I be sure that you keep your word and come back?

"I guess you have to trust me." I smile. He sighs and stands up. I do the same and we both walk towards my car. I open the front door, but he slammed it shut. I look at him confused and see that he is scribbling something on the notepad.

Sorry about that, but I have to know your name before you leave.

He gave me a pleading look, which somehow reminded me of a puppy asking for another treat. I chuckle at that thought and  smile. "(Y/n)(L/n)." I could tell by his eyes that he was smiling. He wrote again.

What a beautiful name. My name is Jason Voorhees.

"Thank you. Well I see you tomorrow then. Bye Jason." I wave and get into my car. He waves back at me.

Noones POV:

The car left the campgrounds, leaving nothing but little clouds of dust behind. Jason stood there for several minutes before he made his way back home.

"(Y/n)..." The first word he spoke after an eternity of silence and only the birds were there to witness.