His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 36: The Torturous Truth✿

"R...Really...?"
"R...Re...al...ly..."

"I...I don't know what to say..." You softly spoke, avoiding his loyal gaze and endearing expression as blush continued to paint your cheeks. "W-Why don't we find a good place to have the picnic now-?" You stammered out, grabbing ahold of his hand whilst you gripped the picnic basket with your other rather tightly. What on Earth had you gotten yourself into now...?

"H...Hu...n...gr...y..." He lightly replied, indirectly agreeing with your question.

"R-Right-! I'm...I'm pretty hungry too, now that you mention it..." You hesitated - thinking back to what you'd packed inside the basket. "I just hope that the food I've brought will be good enough...I've never made a picnic..."

"Sh...Sh...!" Jason attempted to shush you, shaking his head quite rapidly and disagreeing with what you were saying. "I...It...w-uh... wi...l...l...b...be...fi...i...ne..."

"If you say so..." You responded uncertainly, spotting a neater patch of grass ahead. "Hey, what about over there? Is that an okay spot to have our picnic...?" You stopped holding hands to point towards the place - making sure Jason saw it too. "What do you think?"

The masked male made a muffled sound of confirmation; the slasher not caring about where the picnic happened, as long as it happened somewhere and soon. "G...G-uh...oo...d...sp...o...t..." He nodded, pulling you closer to it by the hand and whistling under his mask with his lips - to make sure Jasmine followed behind.

You let him tug you towards it, a sudden question overtaking your thoughts. "Hey Jason? How do you whistle so well...?" You asked with interest, your curiosity peaking once you'd inquired about the whistling. "Do you think you could teach me one day?"

Jason chuckled; finding your request to be somewhat comical while you both sat down on the grass and interacted with one another. "S...Sh...ur...r-uh...e..." The Crystal Lake killer agreed in amusement, his blue-coloured orbs brightly twinkling and his mood calm.

"S-So anyway-!" You switched subject and started unpacking the picnic basket, trying to ignore your unexpected shyness. "Do you have any good memories of Camp Crystal Lake...? Or when you weren't hurting others...?" You said the last part in a tiny voice - feeling too timid to continue.

The quiet man thought for a moment, mulling your next question over. "Me...e...ti...ng... y...y-uh...ou..." He caringly confessed as he watched you place down the wrapped-up food.

"...M-Meeting...me...?" You almost couldn't answer, desperately straining to keep your cool. "B-But what made me so special-? All I did was visit this camp when I was younger." You avoided his eyes and tried to calm down.

Jason cupped your cheeks and angled your face towards his mask, his rough fingers tenderly caressing the sides of your skin to soothe your sudden stress. "V-uh... Ve...h...ry... uh... sp...eh...ci...al... t...to... m-uh...m...e..." He declared sternly - determined to convince you.

"But why?" You persisted, feeling unhappy as you eventually looked into his eyes. "Why me? Did something happen between us? Or...did you know my parents...?" You kept throwing questions at him, wanting an actual answer.

Jasmine jumped up and joined the embrace between the two of you for a split second, nuzzling into the warmth and occasionally letting out a lighthearted bark of delight. Jason dipped his head to indicate a nod at your question, continuing to hold the sides of your face whilst the expression in his eyes darkened considerably. Was it a sensitive subject or something? Was it some sort of tragic tale? Should you perhaps leave it be...? But you really needed to know this! Maybe Jason knew if something happened to your parents, or why they hadn't visited you in the Children's Home yet. Surely he knew something. Anything.