[ Jason Voorhees x Reader ]

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[ A/N: A bit mature, this chapter. Some triggers, like sexual content, almost rape, and swearing. Hope y'all don't mind, idk. ]

It was midnight when your heard commotion in the kitchen, the clinking of a couple cups and silverware. You would've brushed it off as someone rummaging for a midnight snack but then hushed whispers caught your ear. You got up from the old couch in the living room and quietly snuck your way over to see what was going on. It's not like you could sleep anyway, the feeling of being watched had followed you since the moment you set foot on this campground.

"C'mon, baby~" You stoped just before turning the final corner to the kitchen, recognizing the voice of your friend's partner. "I've been aching for you~" he sounded breathless, as if he had been wresting what you assumed to be your friend. "N-not tonight..." you heard her whimper submissively, "I-I'm tired..." It was a clear lie, she never was good at that. It was easy to tell that she really didn't want this, and unfortunately, dense Prince Charming managed to pick it up as well. You watched the scene unfold through the reflection of a nearby window.

"You fucking bitch!" He snarled through gritted teeth, grabbing a tight fist-full of her light brown hair and slamming her head harshly against the wooden cupboard. He had her pined against the marble counter, a pocketknife pressed threateningly against the underside of her ribs. She cried in fear and you balled your hands into tight fists to avoid making any noise. "I've been so goddamn patient with you, you fucking whore!" He growled, grinding his clothed erect member against her shorts with frustration, "I'd have dumped you if it weren't for that candy ass~" his tongue darted out from between is curled lips like a writhing snake and sloppily licked at her neck. Your friend was now sobbing and and crying as he ripped through her blouse. "Please... don't..."

"Shut the fuck up!" He snapped and she visibly winced, forcing her mouth shut as he groped at her body like a fat kid on Halloween. You decided that you'd had enough, stepping into the room, "Get the fuck off of her." Your friend's eyes widened with shock and fear. Fear for what might happen to you because of how dangerous her 'boyfriend' had become. "Well, well, well... it seems we have a little peeping tom on our hands~" he spun around to face you, the zipper on his jeans already half down. He tossed the knife from hand to hand, hurriedly licking his lips and eyeing you like a piece of candy as he slinked closer. You made sure to keep your distance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," you hissed, provoking him to come closer to you and further away from your friend. You could see her trying to pull up the remains of her shirt through the corner of your eye. "Don't you dare fucking move!" He suddenly screamed at her and she froze on the spot. "I ain't done with you yet..." his head whipped back to face you, "Enough chitchat..."

He lunged at you, his swaying movements telling you that he was more than a little bit drunk. You stepped back, managing to deflect his knife to the side with a strike from your palm. Even drunk, he still had good hand-eye coordination. He was the school's best football player for a reason. He lunged again and you deflected again, this time, to the other side. This went on for a while until he quickly grew frustrated. He yelled and swung the knife around wildly, managing to slash at your arms as you brought them up to protect you. Warm blood gushed from the wound and down your arm, dripping onto the floor. You could already tell the wounds were deep.

You dropped onto the floor, rapidly growing lightheaded. Your attacker stood looking over you, the pearly whites of his crazed smile being the only thing you could visibly distinguish. "That'll teach you not to mess with me..." he chuckled with a twisted sense of pride. Somewhere in the distance, you heard the shatter of glass and your friend screaming.

The crazy blonde had also left your vision, slurring a shocked, "What the fuck?!" You heard your friends screams fade off into the distance while her 'boyfriend's' screams were cut abruptly short with a sickening crack. You had no idea what was happening, your head felt too heavy to turn. Your body swayed and you toppled onto your side, feeling your own blood seep into your clothing. The last thing you felt was a few heavy footsteps against the old wood floor, coming towards you.

[ A/N: A bit shorter but I felt it was a good place to end. I know there isn't much interaction with Jason just yet but I promise you definitely will in the next chapter. I also am too lazy to proofread right now so corrections may come later. Bye until the next chapter~ ]