His Sunshine (Jason Voorhees x Female! reader)

Chapter 1: Camp Crystal Lake

~2nd POV~

       It felt like years since the last time you went outdoors, breathing the fresh pine air, listening to wildlife roam in their domain, all-and-all, you required a break. You worked vigorously at an inspiring restaurant, building up to the masses with their cuisine and fine dining, it was something you dreamt of for a long time.

Work hard = good pay.

A high-grade deal you were immediately fond of when you began working there.

        You set your folded clothes in your suitcase, outfits specifically manufactured to handle the outdoors and strict environments. Deciding to take your pocket knife for emergencies, you slid it in a compartment and zipped it closed so it wouldn't randomly cut you.

Your phone rang and you had to leave your spot to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm outside your house, you got everything ready?" your dearest friend, Casey, asked of you in a very light voice.

          Popping out the handlebar, you drug your suitcase behind you and touched your front door. "Yeah, do you know who else is going?"

"No," Casey hung up her phone and continued her sentence when you approached her. "All I know is there are counselors, I forget their name..."

"Campers?"

        She helped put your suitcase in her trunk. She shook her head, "The place had really...gone to shit."

         You looked at her weirdly and she stammered promptly to correct her statement. "I-It's no-not expensive, except gas. So I thought we could...you know, hang out?"

          You playfully punched her shoulder and grinned, "You still act panicky around me, but, I'll be happy with a little camping trip. What is it called again?"

She took out the brochure, "Camp Crystal Lake, and, oh...look--"

You leaned over her and she pointed out a hand-written sentence in the corner. 'He's real, don't go. He's alive.'

Your eyebrows furrowed.

        Casey gazed at you for verification, seeing if the trip would be safe at all and if she required to ditch the trip idea. You smirked and said, "So they found Jesus Christ, good for them."

         Your friend deadpanned at your comment and put the brochure back in her pocket, "What if it's something serious, you know?"

        "He's real, he's alive? That's a little scare for newcomers, you get that a lot when there are stingy people hogging something like this. They're just trying to twist our panties and keep the camp for themselves," you answered.

           Casey hummed and nodded, "Yeah...that makes sense. But...why would they do that, isn't that illegal or something?"

         "Probably, I don't know, but let's go before it gets dark," you settled yourself in the passenger seat and watched your friend slip in as well. She stuck her key in the ignition.

"Okay," she started up the car and pulled out the driveway.

Not even seconds later she looked eager to tell you something by the way her eyes gleamed.

"You found something interesting?" you asked.

          "Yeah! I thought it would be cool to go here because of the lore, apparently, not too long ago, a deformed boy was drowned by a couple of bullies," she briefly looked at you for a reaction. "His name's Jason Voorhees, I believe, and I think before he died his mother would kill the counselors there for bullying him."