Jason Voorhees x Reader
Five years have past since I've been at Camp Forest Green. I think about it everyday, constantly looking over my shoulder thinking, "this is the day he's doing to get me."
I'm tired of feeling like this, everyone keeps telling me that I had hallucinations. If that really were the case then who killed them, I never received an answer. Today will be different, I'm driving out to the camp today. The pathway was over grown by plants, but I remembered how to get there.
When I finally arrived, the place looked like it hasn't been touched since I was last here. I walked towards the counselors cabin. Memories of the bloodied bed and floor invaded my mind. I'm glad I didn't come across any bodies that crazy day. I waited around to see if he'd show, but I was getting doubtful by the minute.
I walked to my car and started it. Turning it around, I was driving back down the path, and he appeared out of no where. Swerving to not hit him, I crashed into a tree, causing my car to cut off. I got out and got back in the road, I didn't see him at first.
"I just have a question that's all." I yelled out.
Next thing I know, I got hit in the back of my head, vision fading into darkness.
When I woke up, I was inside of a cabin, a really ran down cabin. I slowly stood and looked at my surroundings. I saw articles scattering the walls, I got closer to read them. It was about the little boy who drowned in the lake all those years ago. I saw more, and they were about his mom killing all of those counselors. Turning around, I saw little pictures on a dresser. That's when it all clicked.
He probably saw me teaching that little boy how to swim. I felt his presence behind me, so I spoke up.
"You remember me from five years ago?" I asked him.
He simply gave me one head nod.
"You saw me teaching that boy how to swim?" I asked, he confirmed.
"Is that why you didn't kill me?" I asked.
He gave me a kinda sorta hand movement, he pointed to a picture of his mom, then back at me.
"I remind you of your mom?" Kinda sorta.
"I'm like a parent?" And he nodded.
I thought back to that day, how I drug him to the cabin, unaware that he was thee Jason Voorhees.
I didn't know what to do at that point, was he going to let me leave?
"I promise I won't come back, but I think I should get going." I said.
He blocked the exit, I wasn't leaving.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked.
He shook his head, and he thought.
"I won't kill you, but you aren't leaving here. You won't escape me this time."