Jessie
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Jessie was having the time of her life as she and y/n cut out paper hearts to hang around the cabin, y/n sat on her lap as she and him laughed and got the construction paper into the right shape
Michelle was hanging the finished product up around
They were all having fun except for jigsaw who was up in her room sulking, when she had gone to check on the puppet it was like she was talking to someone who wasn't there, weird but who wasn't slightly insane in this house
Jessie was laughing at a cute joke y/n had said before the oddest thing happened, someone knocked on the door
Jessie stood handing y/n over to Michelle who held him protectively against her chest
Jessie walked to the door and grabbed her machete in one hand and the handle in the other ready to kill whoever was on the other side
She opened it and looked down at the woman outside who looked at her with no fear of anything like that at all
She walked past Jessie into the cabin looking around disgusted
Karen: What is all of this? Councilors need to ok it with us if they want to throw a party of any type, also this camp is supposed to be closed
Jessie: I....
Karen: and what's with those tasteless costumes? I know Jessie voorhees is a local legend but Michelle Myers is very real and has killed many people in my old home town
Jessie: Wait ....
Karen: and their shitty costumes as well, you look nothing like Jessie voorhees, she was a little girl when the real Jessie died, I know because I was a counselor when she was under my watch
Jessie felt white hot rage, this woman had been one of the counselors to busy fucking to make sure she didn't die?!
Karen: Your Jessie costume makes you look like a slut, not what the real Jessie would have been
That was it, Jessie's vision went red with rage as she raised her machete up and swung it down slicing right through the top of the woman's head and down through her neck and part of her chest
(# 27 Karen: nearly chopped in half by Jessie )
Jessie looked backwards at Michelle who had thankfully hid y/ns face so he hadn't see what Jessie had just done
Jessie: shit I'm sorry, hold on y/n while I clean some things up
She picked up the body and moved it out to her little cemetery, she felt the rain starting to fall as a storm gathered overhead, it would be a nasty thunder storm
She quickly buried the body before heading back inside
They had finished everything up, they were going to have a slasher Valentin dance, she had help y/n make cards for everyone, even jigsaw
But now it was time for the little one to go to bed, she carried him up to his room and laid him down tucking him in like her mom used to do to her
Jessie: night y/n, I hope you have fun tomorrow
Y/n smiles and hugs her
Y/n: I will
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A lone figure walked along the roads of Near the boarder of America and Canada
the figure found themselves at a truck stop, it wasn't particularly busy right now but there were a few patrons
As the person walked into the light she received strange looks because of her odd appearance, light reflected of her gas's mask goggles and her mining helmet
She had done it, she had killed the entire town where she'd been stalking around for years, killed every last person there
As she walked into the truck stop she found herself face to face with a large trucker, with her higher of 6'3 they stood at about the same hight
Trucker: hey, what with the get up? Something kinky for valentines ehy?
She growled inside her mask, but said not and held our a card to him
He took in and read the message on the inside
It read
"Roses are red,
my heart is black,
I'll tear out your throat
But I'll give it back"
She had especially made cards for each occasion
As he looked up it anger she swung her pick axe into his throat and used it to throw him to the ground, she put a foot on his skull and pulled her pick back violently ripping apart the mans wind pipe having it stuck to her pick before she took it in her hand and shoved it back into the dead mans mouth
(# 28 trucker: throat ripped out)
She fished In the mans pocket and grabbed his keys
She was about to leave when she remembered something, one last thing
She began to swing at the dead mans chest opening it up so she could take his head and put it in a box before she used the mans keys to find her new truck
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Kill count (Female slashers x child reader)
FanfictionY/n is a small boy that lived In a rather difficult situation, his older brother jack was abusive, his parents didn't care, they just wish the kids could disappear, that's exactly what happened when jack is forced to take y/n with them to camp cryst...
