Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Jason Voorhees x reader (part 3)

Anybody ever wondered why theese good old slashers had such long names? Freddy Krueger
Michael Myers
Jason Voorhes
Bubba/Thomas/Jed/Leather Sawyer?
Me too...

It seemed like hours waiting so long for anything to happen...Any sound...any noise...anything to signify that the ambulance or police was coming. Nothing. After so long the only sound you got was an ear piercing scream of pain. You all knew who'se it was and looked at Josh who darted out of the door. You all forgot about Sam. She was all alone. In the first cabin. You yourself went right after Josh, slaming the door being you.

"JOSH WAIT! THIS IS NOT SMART!!" You yelled out, hoping to stop him. But there was no use. He was already at the cabin's door, pulling them open agressively and yelling inside the house "YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!" You still ran behind him as he went upstairs into his sisters room. "You fucking...SISTER KILLER!!" Pure hate and anger could be heard from his voice. A thud and a few slams could be heard from the room, and silence. You had no weapon near you but...You decided to go upstairs anyway. You peeked in the room "...Josh?" You said softly and quietly. Josh was...standing in the middle of the room. Looking up. "Joshy...?" You asked again.

Joshes body was suddenly lifted up into the air, and turned sideways, to show a man. A man that was around two meters, wore a hockey mask that was covered in the dark blood of his victims, most likely your friends, just like his black sweater along with his dark green jacket, and his fingerless gloves. It was...a horrifying sight. You could see Sam's body behind the man. She...She was a bloody mess. She was missing her legs and she was
be-headed. At the place where her top jaw started. The heavy smell of metalicky blood made you gag a couple of times forcing you to cover your mouth.

The dark killer took notice of your presence and thew off now, the lifeless body of Josh on the ground like he was a piece of trash. He began walking to you quite quickly. You shut the door and began running downstairs, while he slamed at the thing, succesfuly breaking it down. You ran towards the door that led outside only to be stopped by something slamming againts them you looked at what it was, only to relize you could have died just now. A machette was slammed into the door, right next to your head, getting stuck in the old wood. You turned around to see how far the killer was and...He was right behind you...

You leaned your back on the wall knowing you were dead right here. On place. The energy of fear that you had in the car ride and around the campfire was literaly bursting from him. It must've been him this entire time. He was watching you guys but you didn't tell anybody. You didn't know. You were torn out of your thoughs by his right fist being slammed next to your head, into the door. It made you squeak quietly and you began shaking, more tears filling your eyes. There was no point in talking. You were gonna die.

He got uncomfortably close to you. His masked face was right at yours, your guys's noses almost touching. He just stared. Why not kill you? Was he saving you for later?

Jason's pov
Mom is telling me a lot of things. One of them is to not kill her. I don't understand why. Mom says she'll take care of us. Me. I can take care of us all alone... We don't need some suzi with us...But...Mom says not to kill her. I have to let her live. Mom says it's good-

Normal pov
Finnaly, police sirens could be heard outside the cabin. You and the killer both turned your heads towards the window at the blue and red flashing lights, and back at each other. He gave you a deep, angry grunt and grabbed the top of your head, as if he wanted to pet you. But oh boy that was not a pet. He literaly smeared the blood of Josh's on your face, making you look like bloody Mary herself. He then proceded to tear his machette out of the wood roughly, and dissapear in the darkness of the cabin.

You slid down the door and began to feel tears slowly sliding down your cheeks. You were in a shock. Or at least your body was...You curled up in a ball and you kept repeating what just happened. You just escaped death itself. You could hear people talking outside near the fire and at the second cabin. Probably your friends talking about the murder. The door to your cabin burst open, flashlights hit your eyes as soon as the police noticed someone was still alive.

*Time skip a few minutes later*
"So explain it to me one more time okay?" The policeman asked you, as you were wrapped in a blanket and sitting in his cars trunk. You exhaled, preparing yourself to talk about the horror you saw all over again. "Josh, my friend ran up in the first house..." You started quietly "...he went upstairs...A-and saw the man...T-they had a fight a-and he..." Your eyes teared up again, all the flashing lights getting fuzzy and blurry. "He lost it." Misha came over squeezing your shoulder tightly, not wanting you to finnish the sentence, and go through more pain.

The policeman sighed, taking notes and 'hm'ing into it. "What did he look like? The killer." He asked again. "Jesus I don't...I...He..." You were kinda loosing it right now. Come on your friend just got killed and this cop didn't even say sorry nor give you a break. "He had a hockey mask...a dark jacket of some sort...long working pants...and a machette. A big machette." You said, getting a back rub from Misha. "I'm proud of you (Y/N)" she whispered. She was proud you managed to stay calmer than Alex...poor girl lost her 'family' in one damn night...it had to be horrible...Noone could get even a word from her...She just cried and cried...it almost didn't sound like crying anymore...Just sobbing and screaming...poor Alex...

"And why do you have the blood on you ma'am?" The officer asked, now giving you a dirty look with his pen just stopping on the paper. "E-excuse me?" You asked, fearing that you're a suspect now. "You said you led Sam into the cabin. You could have killed her and lure Josh in there later." He said sternly. "Excuse mey...officer" Misha suddenly interupted his talk. "Are you suspecting my friend could have killed her good friends?" She asked, sounding like a VERY overprotective harpy that was protecting her baby. It was visible that the cop was stunned at her behaviour
"Yes. And that's why we're taking her with us. The rest of you will be escorted to the nearest hospital, and later on, home." He said, still some fear in his voice. Misha might have been small but she sure as hell could be spooky.

To be continued~

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