Jason Voorhees X Reader (16+)

Chapter 3. Arguing.

"You guys are fucking assholes!" You scream.

"What do you mean?!" Joe asks, offended.

"You lock me outside, with a killer, who is passed out by the campfire!" You scream.

"Uh, no he's not."

"The fuck do you mean?" You spat. You try not to curse too much but you were left out to die!

"He's not there. Just a pool of blood. Is Lane okay?!" Pat gasps.

You rush out and look at the blood. He's gone?! But how? You see something written in the dirt.

T H A NK

What? That was probably Lane pulling a trick on you. There's no way that the killer would thank you for being smacked in the head by a huge piece of wood if anything, he'd want to smack YOU with a piece of wood just for luring him out there. You tried to regain your thoughts. You were going crazy. A serial killer is in love with you? No way. His dead mom spoke to you? No way. Somebody was murdered and you almost got raped. No-....Well that one was more believable.

"I want to go home!!!" You scream loudly. You kicked a tree and grabbed a branch and started whacking everything.
You hit bushes, trees, stumps, and-

"OW! (Y/n)!"

"Oh sorry!" You say, looking at who you just whacked with a damn stick. It was Stacy.

"You gotta work on your anger issues, that hurt bad. If that was something sharp I'd be dead!" Stacy complained rubbing her head where you hit her. You could've almost knocked her out.

"I'm sorry. Did you need something, person who almost got me killed?" You state, remembering what she did.

"That wasn't my idea!" Stacy points out.

"And who's was it?" You spat.

"It was Joe's and her girlfriend's." Stacy said.

"And Lane's." You hiss.

"Okay yes. But listen I didn't want to send you out there, you're like my sister." Stacy smiles. You smile back and hug her.

Then you get pulled off her suddenly and you fall to the ground.

"Stacy, why'd you push me we were having a nice moment you ass." You say, angered. But you look to see Stacy laying on the ground.

You jump up and see she has a huge bump on her forehead, and a rock near her. You grab her head feel her pulse and makes sure shes okay and not dead. You feel a heartbeat and let out a sigh of relief.

"Jason..." You grumble like you guys are an old married couple.

You yell for Joe to come out.
No answer.
Instead you hear a car starting and a blue car drive off.

"What the hell?!" You scream. You drag Stacy up to the cabin and put her over your shoulder and stumble inside. You lay her on the bed and try to get her to wake up. You were scared out of your mind and you were so stressed. Luke is dead, Joe and Amy just ditched you, Pat and Lane are having sex for all you know!
You scoff at the idea of a jerk like Lane hammering a nice smart girl like Pat.

"Okay. Okay. I'm scared." You breath.
Stacy kinda wakes up, her eyes fluttering open.

"You...need...to...control your...anger, sis." Stacy gasps.

"That wasn't me, hoe!" You hiss, getting more angry but then you apologize for calling her that. You wanted to go see if Lane and Pat were okay but you've watched too many horror movies to know not to go out at night.