Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Jason Voorhees x reader (part 6)

I should stop with Jason shouldn't I?
Buuut...I ain't gonna. So sorry! ;-;

The guy growled at you again. Maybe if he wouldn't twitch around so much you could get the damn bullet out.."Dude stop moving! I get that it probably hurts. But stop." You talked to him like he was an old friend, or you were his mom. He was sitting on the couch and you sat across from him, pretty close, with twin tweezers, trying to get the little shiny bullet out. This guy though..."You're such a baby..." You said through your teeth, pretty pissed off now. You wanted this to be over and he was not helping. He just shook his head and imitated your voice by some high pitched 'hm hm hm's'. You poked him in the mask so he'd shut up. You knew you get comfortable around people quickly but you didn't expect it to work that quickly with a killer.

Finnaly dragging the bullet out, you exhaled, the warm air leaving a little white cloud in the room for a moment. It was so cold in here. How could he be in just a turtle neck?? And a jacket that was now off..."Finnaly...see? That wasn't so bad now was it?" You asked, trying to sound like it was nothing. You recived a push to your head, and ended up falling on your back on the couch. "..Oh come on..." You grunted. The big man got up, grabbed his heavy jacket and left the house like he never got shot. You already knew that escape is a bad idea, and honestly? Where to anyway. Too tired too. Let's explore! (God autocorrect said explode. Let's not.)

You walked around for a bit. The upstairs was sadly blocked by some crates and a closet. The man must've stuffed them there so noone would go up. Why though? You shrug it off and go down the candle lit hallway. You imagined him having to find the candles and then having the patience to light them all. He defenetly didn't look like the type of guy who would have the will strong enough to do anything like this. Or at least not by himself that is. Continuing the hallway you looked into the first room to your left. It didn't have any door so... You're invited in? A bedroom. A huge two person bed with several blankets was placed in the middle. Okay, at least you know where to steal blankets if you need. There was a broken closet to the left of the bed, and a dead fireplace on the right. This place is a fire hazard... You continued your way through the hall and stopped at yet another room to your right now. It was a bathroom. Most of the things in there were broken off...The sink and shower survived though! Bonus, the water still went on. You closed the door. And continued your journey.

You were at the end now...There was a basement...a weird eerie feeling went from it. Like it called you in. And so you dumbly did. 'the good 'ole horror movie scenario...' you thought, walking down the stairs that groaned and creaked with every step. You ended up in the coldest place imaginable. You were straight up freezing. Putting your hands in your pockets, you walked down the storage area, with various crates and useless old furniture, towards the more lit room. More candles. A lot more. Around a round, wooden table. With a...a head. Yep. That's a severed head. It was all shriveled up. Must've been here for a couple of years. It looked like a lady's head. You crouched down, inspecting it, but not touching. This seemed to be an altar and so you didn't want to make your kidnaper angry. There was a baby blue colored sweater in front of the head, and a few pictures with tiny flowers around it. They seemed to be of the lady and a..a little kid. He looked around six or...eleven? It was hard to tell due to his face disformation. Theese pictures seemed sweet...he boy and the potential mother seemed so happy. Is the boy in the picture the man that's holding you here? Did he kill his mother? No...If he would he wouldn't build an altar for her. The name Pamela Voorhees was scratched into the table using a sharp object. 'Ms. Voorhees...' you thought. "how did you die...?" You asked quietly, the warm air being visible once more in the air.

You got up, giving a respectful nod to Ms. Voorhees' head and turned to leave, only to bump into Mr. Voorhees himself. "I-I didn't do a-anything! I didn't even t-touch her!" You lifted your hands to your shoulder height in submission and started telling the full truth. The killer listened, patiently waiting for you to finnish and then pointed his finger to the entrance of the basement. He wanted you to leave it. You gave a quick nod as one last sorry and left him in there all alone.

Jason's pov
She went to see my mom for the first time. She didn't scream, or run away. Me and mom talked a lot at that moment. I told her about how she helped me with the "bullet" and she on the other side said that she's happy to finnaly have seen her. She said that she's very pretty. I...have to agree on that... I hate to, but I do. She said that she's also very nice. She is... we'll keep her for longer. We can kill her later.

Normal pov
You walked back towards the living room, only to notice something on the kitchen counter. You walked foward to see that Voorhees brought almost all the food and cooking things from the other, main cabin's. You guessed that he still had to eat. Or at least had the need to. Thinking about food made you hungry as well. All you had was a few marshmallows before...before everything. You didn't want to think about it anymore. What happened, happened. Noone can change that. You're here, with a killer now.

As you waited for Voorhees you got an idea how to try and befriend him...You didn't know a whole lot about cooking but...Your mom/dad/sibling always made the most bomb ass bread in egg. (Search it up if you don't know! It's very tasty :p) And since you liked it a lot, you watched them make it all the time. So maybe...You could...You pressed the button on the oven and the little, blue flame popped up. "We're good to fucking go!" You said, pure happiness in your voice.

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