Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Jason Voorhees x reader (part 5)

You had a feeling of wanting to vomit...The upside down and hanging from side to side was a horrible thing. People who like carnival rides should try this, not you...The now iconic smell of blood from him wasn't helping eighter. He was also...whispering? It seemed like it. He just kept repeating the same thing over and over "...ma...ma...ma..." The hell does that mean? At least the feeling of fear went away. It didn't follow him anymore. It didn't scare you...did you just get used to it? Probably. It was hard to think with your head upside down, being held by your ankle. "Can you at least...turn me around? I'm gonna puke...If you don't" you tried asking the guy. He just gave you an annoyed grunt in response.

Jason's pov
This is gonna be so much pain in the ass...The entire time I was walking home I tried talking to mom. She doesn't talk around this...girl... at all. Did she finnaly relize that this is a bad idea? ...It's probably not...Mom always says that the cabin could use a ladies touch. I...Don't know what she means...The man hurt me.
It hurts...

Normal pov
The killer had finnaly decided to do something else with you. He let go of your ankle and you droped down in the watery mud with a loud thud. Great, now you're all dirty...Oh but it got even better. He grabbed you by your handcuff chain and began draging you on the ground behind him, you'd seriously be better off walking. But you thought that if you were to complain one more time, he would probably kill you. He's already annoyed enough...You just acepted your new fate of a draged potato sack. But hey, it's still better than being upside down.

This little adventure of yours has continued through a thick forest and ended up at another cab, near the camp your...friends met their fate...You remembered that you shouldn't have spoken to this guy. He's a killer, he murdered your friends, and could kill even you. Speaking of that..He dragged you behind the cabin, making you question if he lives here. And if so...how long? Is he gonna take you inside? Were you gonna live with him? Your thoughts were stopped as you got yanked on your feet and in front of him. He looked you, and it felt like annoyance and disgust was under his mask. What did he want? 'Can't you just open your damn mouth...' you thought to yourself.

He pushed your cuffed hands on a block that stood there, for choping wood most likely. It took you a moment to relize what was happening. He...was he? Is he gonna do it? He held you down by grabbing your hand and making sure you wouldn't move away. You started panicking, and even more so when you saw him raise his machette up above his head. He's actualy gonna do it isn't he? Your eyes widened and darted from his mask to the weapon and back at your hands. You had to close them when you saw him strike. A loud clang and a thud could be heard. No fleshy sounds...no pain? You opened your eyes to see that he cut the chain of the handcuffs! He freed you!

You two were just practicaly sitting in the middle of a forest, him holding your hand and looking down at it. Normaly this would be a romantic scenario but since you're a victim and he's a bloodied up killer...that doesn't really work here.

"...Hey...thanks..." You said quietly, wanting to show that you are actualy thankful. He just looked up at you. You could finnaly see his eyes for once. He had some nice shallow blue eyes that were set with...loneliness? They didn't shine like Alex's deep blue ones. Nor were they furious and energetic just like Misha's browns. No. Theese were some sad eyes. Eyes so dry and so empty, they almost lost all color. He later on just scoffed and grabbed you by your wrist, draging you back towards the front of the cabin. He left his weapon back there...does that mean you won't die tonight? Little yay! You were almost sure that he didn't want to kill you

Jason's pov
Mom didn't tell me to do this. I did it on my own. I waited for mom to tell me if I did good or...Not. Like always. Mom didn't answer...She doesn't like talking around her. But..The girl did answer. 'Thanks'. That's good. It was a good thing. I did good. I have to take the... Sting metal out...

Normal pov
As the man opened the old door to the cabin the smell of blood hit you straight away. The walls weren't the cozy woody color anymore. They were dark and closed in all sorts of ways. Wooden planks, animal skins, fabric...anything you could think of was on the walls so that the cold air couldn't come in. The layout was the same as other cabins but...in such a bad shape...As you entered, on your right was a small kitchen area that was suprisingly enough, pretty clean. To your left was a...living room? Place? Thing? It was hard to recognize in the dim light. Only the moon shined down on you through the holes in the rooftop. At least it helped you see a fire place. Speaking of that...The place was super cold, giving you goosebumps even under the old hoodie.

As you were looking around some more, you got stuck at the tall male who was just staring at you. Why did he stare so much and not say even a word? "I...What do you want from me..?" You tried asking, hoping to get a word from him. You only got him to look behind himself into the candle lit hallway that at the end, led into some kind of basement area. You leaned to the side looking there as well. "Want...want me to go there?" You asked as gentle as you could. He turned back to you quickly, almost as if he was saying 'really? You.. you wanna?'

Straight after this little staring moment you had, he flinched. He flinched and held his arm out closer to his chest, kinda poking in the sweater's hole. It took you but a moment to relize what was up until you remembered that this guy was still up and functional even with a gunshot wound. "Hey wait. You helped me. I'll help you? Okay?" You ringed with the cuffs in the air to get his attention, and explain. Somewhere, at the back of your head, you knew that this was wrong. You shouldn't be talking with a serial killer and you should defenetly not help him. You could have booked it out by now. The door is not secured in any way...But where to go from that? He'd most likely catch up...There is about twelve kilometers of road and all around no comunication. Rather stay here and be a bit safe...

He took a while to answer but nodded afterwards quite quickly.

To be continued~

Jason is warming up to you a little. He's not so pissed at least~

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