His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 21: Sleeping Scheme✿

"Really Jason, I'm okay. You can leave." You insisted for the fifth time, flustered as you kept covering your cleavage. You wanted to wash your hair/body, grab a towel and then get out, but the worried male was making that impossible. He merely stood there, stiff as a board as he stressed himself out. "All I'm going to do is clean myself up and climb out, I promise." You finally got him to wait outside the door - standing guard as defence.

With a sigh, you scrubbed your body with scented soap and then washed your hair; still slightly shocked by the disturbing dream you had. It had felt so real. Were you going crazy? Was this little girl a figment of your imagination? Or had that event actually happened? You had no way of telling. Minutes ticked by whilst you rinsed out the shampoo suds with the shower head, unable to stop thinking back. Julie and Vincent, the mother and father of the little girl you kept seeing. Vincent's friend, who sacrificed himself so the father and daughter could escape.

And Jason; the strong, child-minded killer who just wanted the little girl to stay with him. Perhaps he was lonely, or wanted to keep her away from the bloodshed. You shook your head, deciding to ignore the dream and move on. It was probably all the stress you'd endured - crammed into a nightmare. But...you'd dreamt of the little girl before coming to Camp Crystal Lake. Maybe it was all the bullying from the children's home. Yeah...you'd gone through a lot of stress during your lifetime. That had to be it. What else could explain all the confusing dreams?

You wrapped a towel around your waist and opened the door, realising that Jason had broken the lock on it. Ah. "Hey, I'm out now." You greeted the tensed-up male gently, hoping he'd calm down *now that he saw you were okay. "Are you feeling alright?" You asked him in concern, seeing his agitated attitude and feeling partially responsible for it.

"N...uh...uh..." Jason grunted darkly, slamming his machete into the nearest wall and shoving it straight through to the next room. "D...Dr...ea...m..." He growled out - growing more and more on edge. "De...m...on." His words were broken and bizarre, causing you to cock your head.

"There was no demon in my dream. It was just...I can't explain it." You replied awkwardly, shooting him a sheepish smile, "It was...like I was seeing someone's memory. I don't know, but it was just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about, 'kay?" He seemed to be soothed by your safety, pleased that there was no demon in your dream. Hm, how strange. It made you curious as to why he would think that.

"Anyway, I'm going to change and get ready for bed. Call me if you-" Jason pulled his machete out of the wall and flung his arms around your sides, preventing you from leaving his presence as he panicked. "...need anything." You finished faintly, surprised at his sudden clinginess. This was different than his usual attachment to you - this was like overprotective fear. "What's wrong, Jason?"

"M...Me...g...o...to...o..." The killer demanded in distress, hugging your waist as he dramatically fell to his knees.

"Wha-? But I need to get changed! Besides, I've already told you there's nothing to be-" You stopped once you saw the tear-threatening pools of blue gazing at you with begging intent; knowing full well that you'd give in at any second. "Fine," You sighed, "But you have to turn around whilst I change clothes, understand?" You set rules with a stern tone, wanting no peeping-tom business.

Jason nodded in a puppy doglike manner, relieved that you allowed him to tag along and make sure you were safe for the rest of the night. You grasped his shoulders and gently broke the possessive embrace, taking his hand instead as a sweet substitute. "Come on, you." With a softened voice you pulled him along, taking him into the bedroom and waiting patiently for him to face the wall.