#jason voorhees layout

[playmalcolm]

hello! may I please request for dark red Jason Voorhees tumblr layout? Thank you!

ㅤ────ㅤㅤJason Voorhees tumblr layout

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤf2u ㅤwith ㅤcredit,, ㅤ♡

ㅤㅤno recolours , reposts ok with credit + link to my profile or original postㅤ.ㅤ𖥔ㅤ ݁ ˖

ㅤㅤI hope this is okay !! I was kinda low on ideas for him so I did the best I could.

[i4bnny]

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[stardaiyamondo]

🎃 happy 👻 halloween 🦇

[miss--river]

[amomentsescape]

Hi! I love your stuff, especially for the slashers. Wanted to ask for them (the slashers, specifically including michael, bubba, jason and stu) with a reader who wants to join them in killing/wants to try it with them? Out of curiosity or wanting to help them or some morbid desire, the reasons up to you. If you end up doing this then thank you! <3

Slashers with Reader Who Wants to Kill with Them

A/N: Thank you so much! I’ve included the specific Slashers you requested. But I wasn’t sure if you were asking for just them or if you wanted all of them. If you’d like to see the others, feel free to pop in my inbox again, and I’ll make a part II! :)

Michael Myers

Michael was drawn to you for a reason

There had always been a bit of darkness brewing in you, so being with a serial killer only brought that out more

When you brought up the idea of you joining along, Michael was unsure at first

He felt that you may be too fragile to risk the danger

Although terrible at showing it, he didn't want you to end up dead

But when you kept insisting, he finally gave in

You were just forced to not leave his sight the entire time

He doesn't like you getting to the target first

He'll let you finish the job (sometimes), but he wants to be the one to knock them down

He would also want you to use a knife during the killings

Anything loud would be an immediate no

When he realizes that you may like killing as much as he does, this soon becomes a regular thing for you both

It's as romantic as Michael will ever get

He teaches you different areas on the body to target

Shows you shortcuts along the paths so you can always get to your target

But he'll be there to help you out if things go south, of course

Just don't expect him to share all of this secrets

He enjoys having that advantage over you

If you get badly injured though, it's game over

Jason Voorhees

He's pretty iffy about this at first too

His mother is the main driving force behind his crimes, so although he doesn't mind killing, it's not pure passion that drives him

So when you shared that you were interested in doing what he does, he felt a little confused

Your safety is his number one priority, so he would be pretty adamant to not let you do it at first

However, if you put your foot down, he'll give in

Will give you your very own weapon (something quiet) and teach you how to use it

Would probably bring home some random victim for you to try to kill the first time around

He wants to make sure you really want to do this (and being at home meant you were safer)

If you tell him that you truly enjoy it, then he'll take you out with him

But don't leave his sight

He'll become very pouty if you run off

He's very sweet to you after everything either way though, carefully using warm water to wipe off the sweat and blood from your face

Bubba Sawyer

The hardest one to convince out of these

You just wanted to help him and his family out, but he continuously refused

Bubba doesn't even really kill for enjoyment

He does it because it's how his family survives (or so he's been told)

So you wanting to join is mind boggling to him

It's way too dangerous anyways

But he is quite a softie for you so if it's really important, he'll eventually give in

Always has to be there and helping you though

He won't let you do anything on your own

Will give you a run down of the land and help you memorize the layout

Sounds of joy whenever you kill someone yourself

He's very sweet with cleaning you off after too

But if he sees even one scratch or bruise, he will not let you outside for a long time

You basically have to repeat the begging and reasoning with him all over again before he considers letting you help him after that

Stu Macher

Hell yeah

Stu is all over this and is basically over the moon

Killing wasn't exactly in your things to do, but the more you watched Stu come home with a high, the more you wanted to try it out

He starts rambling about what your outfit should be, where to get the best knife, who would make the best target, etc.

Wouldn't let you do any killings on your own at first

He has to make sure that he is just a few steps away so that he can help you if things don't go as planned

Seeing you in blood is an immediate turn on

He will definitely make out with you over the dead bodies

Constant praises over what you did right and how hot you looked doing it

Raiding the victims' pantries and eating their food after everything

He especially loves to shower with you at the end of the night and hold you close

All of this gets to the point where he doesn't even want to go on a killing spree unless you're there by his side

[creepswrites]

❝ CREEPS ‣ 22 ‣ IT/ITS ‣ REQUESTS OPEN ❞ ‣ ALL WRITING ‣ MASTERLIST ‣ VIEW RULES AND REGULATIONS BELOW TO REQUEST!

I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

III. ❝ REQUESTING ❞

‣ I reserve the right to deny any request for any reason.

‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, DBD, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

‣ ICON + HEADER ‣ COVER IMAGE ‣ LAYOUT INSPO

[knife-wielding]

haii !! i saw your requests are open, so i was wondering if i could request a red friday the 13th/jason vorhees discord layout? /nf

thank you in advance !!

♱ ! Red Jason Voorhees disc layout

　 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ f2u w/creds, no reposts or recolors!

♱ ! Credits : All original media

[whatyadrawin]

Crystal Lake Shadows 18+ Only!  Ch 6

Masterlist

Approximately 1,860 words

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x AMAB character

Warnings: Violence, strong language, strong sexual themes

A/n: I'm sorry to everyone who has been waiting on this fic to complete. It isn't done yet but I WILL be finishing it. I appreciate your patience and interest :)

Chapter 6

                The morning came with the same bright and warm energy as the last, the singing of small birds and the gentle rustling of leaves from a lazy wind can be heard outside. Sergio woke up feeling energized and in a good mood, the fact that he won’t be alone out at the cabin today made him feel comforted… even if it’s Rob.

Sergio grabbed a panini that Marina made him and went to go put it in his tool box, when he opened it up, he realized he forgot to tell Marina about the teddy bear he took from the lodge. He picked it up and gave it another once over, every inch of it was matted and dusty but the face was still very cute and the stuffing was still safely enclosed and soft. The bear gave him a welcome feeling of safety and comfort as it likely did for whomever owned it to begin with. He noticed some stitching on the bottom of both feet, he lifted it up closer to his face and read ‘I love you’ on one foot, he looked at the other and gasped as it read ‘Jason’.

The bear fell to the floor as Sergio froze in place realizing who its owner was. His mother must have given this to him. A strange feeling washed over him as he stared at the bear on the ground laying there like it needed to be held, he felt as if he had to bring it with him. When the bear was in his hands again, he felt that same comforting safe feeling and decided to keep it in his toolbox for the next time he felt panicked at the lodge I feel like such a loser using a plush as a grown man but… it really does help even if it was …his.

The drive down to the property felt a bit strange today, there were deep clouds forming in the sky very quickly, this darkened the forest quite a bit, this made Sergio feel uneasy but he figured he could just leave if things got too scary, after all, no one said he isn’t allowed to leave when he wants. Once he reached the head of the dirt road, he noticed another vehicle stopped just before it, as he passed the car, he noticed Rob watching him, he turned his car on to follow Sergio down.

Sergio finally reached the lodge and parked closer to the door this time, as close as he could get. Rob pulled up beside him and got out

“I’m not here for you, ok?”

Sergio sighed and rolled his eyes “I know, just make sure you don’t get in the way of my work, ok?”

Rob sneered and looked around, Sergio noticed he seemed a little off-put by the dark overcast of the clouds and said “You can come inside if you want, in case it rains”

The glance Rob gave to Sergio was a mixture of gratitude and resentment, he called back “I’m not a pussy buddy, I don’t need shelter from a little water”

Sergio groaned “For the love of god Rob, just say thank you there’s no need to be a smartass”

Rob stood there and looked taken aback, it seemed no one felt the need to call him out so this response was shocking for him. Sergio got his tool box and went inside to start planning which room needed the most design changes. Mrs. P was an elusive client, Sergio never could get a hold of her and the instructions were very vague on what she needed done. He pulled up his email on his phone and noticed Mrs. P sent him a new message today, it read as follows:

‘Sergio, I want to keep the bones of the lodge the same. Don’t change the layout, don’t change the size. I want fresh new paint with the same colors, and upgrades to the utilities and repairs. The lodge needs to remain as close in theme as possible. The rightful owner needs their home back just as they would remember it.’

He looked very confused, the rightful owner? Is that not Mrs. P? the desire to upgrade and yet keep things the same seemed a bit strange but not unusual for a lot of his clients who in this day and age, badly wanted to keep the warm embrace of nostalgia in their homes. Sergio decided to make revisions to his original designs and needed to get his measuring tape.

He passed through the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, the knife he brought yesterday was stabbed into the wood of the counter sharp point down. He looked at it confused and nervous, he didn’t remember ever taking it out of his bag. Sergio went to grab the knife; it was really hard to pull out of the counter top as if it was thrust in by a very powerful person. The knife finally loosened and fell to the floor with a metal clang sound, he picked it up and inspected it. The blade had a rough texture on the edge as if it was sharpened with a rock, Sergio didn’t sharpen his blades so this didn’t seem familiar to him. He gave a gentle touch on the blade and his finger bled; the edge definitely had just been sharpened by someone masterful with a whet stone. 

Sergio walked back into the main room where he kept his tool box, feeling extremely confused and worried did someone come in here and take my knife just to… sharpen it? He decided to believe it was just his own imagination running wild from stress and lack of sleep, I must have sharpened it before I came and left it on the counter and forgot to pick it back up. He placed the knife back into the tool box where it once was, the teddy, still in his toolbox beckoned him to be carried around the lodge.

The day dragged on until around 4pm, Sergio didn’t see a whole lot of Rob as he made revisions to the property designs and it made him worry. He checked outside and called out for Rob to see if he could hear a response, but no one called back. Sergio wanted to leave before sunset and Rob being out and not responding was really strange. He placed all his belongings in the truck and did a once over on the lodge to see if Rob maybe fell asleep somewhere, but the building was empty. Sergio locked the door behind him and decided he needed to look around in case Rob was in trouble or lost, his phone GPS didn’t work at the lake for some reason so he just used a compass that he had on his keychain.

As he searched the woods there was no sign that anyone went through the trees, the nature was practically untouched by anyone. Sergio was still holding onto the bear as he explored and called out for Rob, the bear was like a powerful charm that prevented stress or fear to affect him. An hour of exploring was just enough time to leave room for the sun to start setting, Sergio decided to give up and head back to the truck which wasn’t so far away. He took a few steps back through some thick brush and heard a very quiet whimper and fast breathing, he stopped to look around but didn’t see anything. Sergio stood there listening to this bizarre sound trying to decipher where it was coming from, it sounded human.

He saw an old rope dangling next to a large tree, he followed the rope with his eyes all the way up this tree until he saw something large in the leaves waving around, it was Rob! Sergio was stricken with shock, he dropped the bear and immediately got to work finding a way to release the rope from the knot at the base, Rob’s weight was causing it to remain as tight as possible. Sergio called up to Rob

“Rob! I am going to get you down, ok? Don’t struggle, try to breathe slowly”

Rob flailed more violently and put his index finger to his lips to indicate that Sergio should be silent, this was strange and Sergio was confused by it until Rob whispered hoarsely

“Sergio, shut the fuck up, I seen him, he might still be around, be as quiet as possible”

This scared Sergio and prompted him to work even faster to get Rob down from the trees, whoever had set the trap was an expert with ropes and knots. After a few minutes of pulling and untying, Sergio was able to lower Rob to the ground gently. Rob took a second to untie his feet from the rope and held his head, blood had been pooling in his head and chest for a while and he felt nauseous and in pain. Sergio helped him up and whispered

“Rob, we need to head to the vehicles, can you walk?”

Rob nodded in approval, Sergio picked up the teddy bear he dropped and they quickly made their way back to the lodge where their vehicles were parked. The entire trip back to the lodge was extremely stressful, Sergio swore he could hear something in the trees rustling behind them but he kept looking straight ahead. Once they got to the lodge, Rob immediately took his keys out of his zipped jacket pocket and spent no time getting into the car and driving off. Not a single word was said to Sergio, not even a thank you, Sergio watched as he drove off like a madman, spinning the tires and kicking up dirt. Sergio got into his truck and turned on the engine, he drove away from the lodge at a normal pace and refused to look in his mirror this time in case he would see a repeat of the shadow.

Now, back at the apartment, Sergio got out of his truck and decided to leave the tool box in the truck for the next day. He was clutching onto the teddy as he made his way up to his apartment, it was sapping all of the stress, fear, and anxiety right out of him and replacing it with comfort. Sergio spent the rest of the evening in his home, he ate the mashed potatoes and gravy from the night before and decided to wash the teddy bear to restore it to a decent state. He waited patiently as the washer and dryer did their thing, once the dryer finished its cycle, he took the bear out and brushed the exterior with a bristle brush to enhance the fabrics softness. He finished brushing and took a look at the bear, the color was still faded and the body still a bit misshapen but it had a charming smile on its face and a big soft tummy and round ears to rub.

Sergio went to sleep with the bear nestled in his arms close to his chest; tonight, he got the best sleep of his life.

[so-fxcked-man]

We celebrate spooky season early over here 🎀💁🏾‍♀️😈

[naruyh]

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎)

"Jason was my son, and today is his birthday."

𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖙 ,,

[doubledareya]

updated my theme >:)

[semiweirdshipper]

Hello loves! So I've been writing cute little drabbles here on Tumblr about the killers taking care of a reader on their period. The layout is fairly simple. Basically the reader and killer live in a house together (not in the Dead By Daylight realm) and are already in a relationship. So far I've written about Jeffrey and Herman.

And I'd like to give you loves a chance to vote for who I should write next. Down below is a list of killers I'm willing to write.

Michael Myers

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Rin Yamaoka

Sally Smith

Julie Kostenko

Jason Voorhees

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

Pinhead

Max Thompson

Ji-Woon Hak

The drabbles will be simple and sweet. Romantic but not smutty. As always, they're for emotional support. Depending on the killer, some of them will be silly, serious or sappy. I hope you'll enjoy.

[brokehorrorfan]

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter will receive a Steelbook Blu-ray edition on January 10 via Paramount Pictures. The 1984 slasher is the fourth installment in the Friday the 13th franchise.

Joseph Zito (Missing in Actiom, The Prowler) directs from a script by Barney Cohen. Kimberly Beck, Corey Feldman, Peter Barton, Joan Freeman, Crispin Glover, and Ted White star.

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter was remastered from original film elements in 2020. Archival special features are listed below, where you can also see the full Steelbook layout.

Special features:

Audio commentary by director Joseph Zito, writer Barney Cohen, and editor Joel Goodman

Audio commentary by filmmakers Adam Green and Joe Lynch

The Friday the 13th Chronicles: Friday the 13th Part IV

Secrets Galore Behind The Gore: Friday the 13th Part IV

Lost Tales From Camp Blood Part IV

Slashed Scenes with commentary by Joseph Zito

Jason’s Unlikely Day: 25 Years After Friday the 13th Part IV

The Lost Ending

The Crystal Lake Massacres Revisited: Part 1

Jimmy’s Dead Dance Moves

Theatrical trailer

Jason Voorhees’ killing spree continues despite being presumed dead. As the body count rises upon Jason’s return to Crustal Lake, a young boy named Tommy Jarvis finds himself a potential opponent of the unstoppable killer.

Pre-order Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter.

[absinthe-and-tea]

What would be the reaction of the Slashers reacting to the reader who gained a little weight? And that now she is trying to lose these extra weight.

💜

Slasher HCs || S/O Gains Weight Then Tries To Lose It

Jason Voorhees

He doesn't notice much. He mostly just stares at your face anyways.

If you're upset about gaining weight, he'll notice and reassure you that it's okay. You're beautiful no matter what.

When you start working out to lose the weight you gained, he offers to take you on walks or to jog around the camp. Though he has to be able to see you at all times.

He'll praise you for your hard work with headpats and gentle mask boops.

Michael Myers

He'll notice immediately and point it out. He's mean like that.

He'll start hiding any fattening foods or candy stashes from you.

He knows when you start working out to lose the weight. He's always watching so he knows everything.

Sometimes he'll dress in different attire and chase you around the house just to keep you active. And possibly give you a mini heart attack.

Harry Warden

He doesn't mind it at all. He enjoys the squish and how comfy you are to hold.

Though he won't hesitate to help you exercise or eat healthier if you ask. He'll even get you a gas mask and teach you the layout of the mines so you can walk or jog through them.

He prefers that you try to stay in his view as much as possible, but he'll let you go out to the gym if you prefer.

The Other

He notices after you start seeming down about it.

That being said, he already has a mini gym in his basement so that he can keep in shape so he'll let you down there if you want to work out.

He'll spot you and be your personal trainer if you ask. But he'll be strict with a routine and diet so be prepared.

Super proud of you when you meet your goal.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually prefers the little extra weight. To him it makes you look like the statues of the greek goddesses. His little Aphrodite.

He won't notice when you try losing the weight unless he sees you all sweaty but at first he'll think it's cause of the heat in his workshop.

If you ask him for help, he'll pout a bit but he will agree. Just tell him what he needs to do to help and he'll do it.

He's proud of how hard you work towards your goal.

Bo Sinclair

He'll notice pretty quick and make snide remarks in his normal asshole joking way, not really meaning anything by it.

If you start disappearing for hours at a time he'll start to think you're trying to leave and follow you.

Once he sees you're trying to lose the weight you had gained he'll actually pout a bit and wrap his arms around you, saying small apologies about his jokes and that he actually likes the extra weight.

He'll love you no matter what though. A little extra weight doesn't truly bother him.

Lester Sinclair

He doesn't notice. Absolutely oblivious. He's paying more attention to your beautiful face.

When he sees you working to lose weight he'll be confused but once you explain he'll encourage you.

He thinks a little extra weight is just more to love so he doesn't mind either way but he supports whatever you want to do.

He'll bring you drinks and meals while you work out to keep you energized and cheer you on.

Thomas Hewitt

He isn't skinny himself so he doesn't really see why it matters to you.

He'll bring you meals and drinks and help you with certain work out routines if you need help but he'll also be a massive distraction.

He'll get distracted by how beautiful you are and want to cuddle or kiss you. Good look going through with it.

Bubba Sawyer

Doesn't notice. Nor does he understand why you are doing extra around the house and outside so he'll offer to take work off you, confused when you decline.

After you explain the situation about gaining weight and trying to lose it, he'll look at himself and get a bit insecure.

Once you reassure him you love him how he is, he'll do the same but you'll work out an exercise plan together.

Will give you massages afterwards to help with the soreness.

Eddie Gluskin

He notices the moment the wedding dress seems a bit too tight on you.

He'll complain about resizing it a bunch. That is until he finds you exercising and working on losing the weight.

He'll be proud but he'll also be a bit upset at himself, thinking he hurt your feelings. He'll say sorry and say it's not actually a problem but if you want to continue, he'll assist.

He'll play a game of hide and seek with you where he chases you throughout the hospital as a exercise routine.

Be warned, if he catches you he will "punish" you for being too slow.

Solomon Goode

He notices but doesn't say anything. He admires you no matter what. You are gorgeous to him.

If he catches you doing extra work he'll get upset, worried you are going to get hurt. He wants you to leave the hard work for him.

Though if the extra weight truly is a bother and you are intent on losing it, he'll help you how he can but be very protective of you no matter what.

He'll make you nice meals to help you keep your energy and pamper you as he always does.

[nightmarewritings]

I can request a scenario in which the reader is rescued by the police or by someone who cares about him and thinks he is saving from the Slachers (Brahms, Jason, Michael, Vincent, Bo and another killer of his choice).

What would happen next, would the Slachers go after their reader and bring them home with them? Would the Slachers cause a massacre with people who cross your path, perhaps?

((Note: reader is not a victim or hostage of the Slashers, but his girlfriend)).

I really wanna see a movie with that as the plot, someone trying to rescue a victim from a slasher, only for that “victim” to really be their love interest.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing them!  There’s canon typical violence in these, but only vaguely so.

Also, I hope it's okay but since you gave the opportunity to add another, I added my OC as the final one.

Brahms Heelshire-

Brahms would be INCREDIBLY upset to watch you be taken away, but it's been so long since he left the house.

He'd throw a tantrum, destroying pretty much everything he can get his hands on, before realizing there IS one thing he can do.

Brahms will pretty much blow up your phone calling from the landline in the house. You'll have to explain to him that you're fine, you'll be back soon, they just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

He'd still be in a terrible mood for days after you return, and his clinginess will increase to ridiculous levels.

Jason Voorhees-

Jason's PISSED. The police usually avoid the area, considering it haunted, but somehow someone tipped them off about you, and they “rescued” you from the area, taking you away to who-knows-where.

Well, Jason knows where, and he'll track you down. The police have got in his way before, and he took them out, the only thing different this time is he's going after them. They won't stand a chance.

If any of them hurt you in any way, even accidentally, in their attempt to stop him, then he's going to be extra brutal with them. It might add a few minutes to your rescue, but its just something he needs to do.

Jason's always extra careful with the few things/people he loves (he took such good care of his moms head and sweater), but he'll be going into overdrive for a bit, making sure you're safe and showing how much he missed you.

Michael Myers-

The police took you away shortly after restraining Michael, you could feel his cold, emotionless eyes boring into you as an officer placed a blanket around your shoulders.

The very second he's out, he's making a detour to pick you up, wherever you are, he will find you, even if he has to search and “clear out” every house along the way.

He wouldn't show it, but he's actually pissed off, both at the police and you. You're his, and should have fought tooth and nail to get back to him. Even though he's an adult, he's still got his rare moments of childishness, and this is one of them.

Will probably keep you locked up for a bit afterwards, until he considers you to have been punished enough and deems it safe to let you out.

Vincent Sinclair-

When your friend showed up to save you, having not heard from you in months, you tried to explain you were happy in Ambrose, but the minute they broke a figure and saw what was inside, you were practically dragged away.

Vincent knows the layout of the town better than anyone, the second he hears you crying out for help, he's taking the fastest route to you.

Sorry to your friend, but they're not getting out alive. Even if they didn't try and 'rescue' you, they know too much.

You won't be alone very often after that, certainly never around outsiders, you'll always have either Vincent, Bo, or Lester around you.

Bo Sinclair-

They really thought you needed saving? Oh, that's rich!

They'll have a hell of a time leaving town with you, their car already disabled by Bo before they even decided to get you out of there. This gives Bo the upper hand even if they've already dragged you out of Ambrose, because he still has his truck.

You need to thank every deity that Bo didn't try to shoot them, with how bad his aim is there's a chance he would've shot you. No matter what, your would-be rescuer is dead. Honestly, they're just lucky they weren't hauled off to his weird basement/dungeon.

Bo will act like he didn't do this because he cares about you, but just to protect the town. He'll still expect a lot of gratitude and a reward though.

Alder Darling (OC)-

This poor guy is heartbroken, you were the only person who had cared about him in over twenty years, and now you're gone, stolen from him by someone who thought you needed help?

He'd probably take a little bit of time to decide to go after you, thinking for a minute that you'd be better off without him. But that selfish part of him that doesn't care if you're happier or not wins out.

Alder will put his tracking skills to the test, the abandoned town he lives in is hard to get to, so it would be difficult to get out of quickly. Whoever “rescued” you will die.

Once he's reunited, he'll cry and cling to you for a while, he was so worried he'd be alone again!

[flowersforal]

An Unknowing Trespasser

A Jason Voorhees/OC commission featuring @invaderphoeb's (I don't know why it won't let me mention :/) character Phoebe!

CW: mild blood, mild injury description

Words: 2990

Phoebe read somewhere that changing up your scenery was better for your health, both mentally and physically. So was fresh air, right? They were willing to try both of those at once if they had a shot at managing some of the stresses in their life. They were running low on options lately, and it was getting to the point where the idea of taking some time off to get away from it all was becoming too much of a temptation to ignore.

Just being on the road a handful of miles away from home and work felt so relieving, let alone all the way out to the campsite and set up. It was a little hard at first letting go of everything they’d eventually have to return to, but the further they went, the more things they found to be excited about. Land here went on for miles filled with trees, animals, and possibly buildings. They had a rough idea of the layout and weren��t exactly sure about what all lay ahead of them.

To be honest, it was a little intimidating. They would’ve preferred to go on a trip like this with friends so they wouldn’t be as isolated, but they couldn’t manage to find anyone available without giving sooner notice. On the upside, they started to forget that worry along with all the rest once they got going. Walking and exploring were such great ways to clear their mind, and it was even better out here in a place where almost nothing could interrupt them.

Paths worn into the ground by years of being walked led them through woods made up of tall, slim trees. Leaves grew up them or around their bases, some starting to change color, and a few small bushes littered the spaces between. They were flowerless this time of year, aside from some stubborn weeds refusing to give way to the changing seasons.

Animals here weren’t used to people, and when Phoebe came across them, they were quick to scatter. They couldn’t get too close to any of them before they sprinted off deeper into the woods away from them and the paths they walked. There was enough time to see glimpses of squirrels or birds before they scurried or fluttered off, but not enough of a chance for any pictures. They didn’t mind. They didn’t really come out here to photograph anything and weren’t concerned with bringing home stories; all they hoped for was a chance to get lost in it all.

They weren’t expecting much more than scenery, but then… They made a discovery much more exciting than trees and raccoons. From a distance, they began to see the tops of buildings poking out through the trees and were urged by curiosity to pick up the pace. Flags… Cabins… A faded sign hung up before it all.

WELCOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE.

1935? They didn’t know anything about a camp out here… Phoebe knew the area was frequently used for legally ambiguous weekend trips, but they felt like they should’ve heard something about a whole set of lodges before now. If they had enough signal for it, they might try to find more information on it, but… They were already out here, so they figured they might as well just go get a look for themselves, right? Nothing like finding the pieces for a mystery yourself.

At first they were worried about whether or not they were being disrespectful, but it soon became apparent to them that this place must’ve been abandoned for quite some time. Years, at least. With possessions abandoned, cabins furnished, and shelves dusty… They had to wonder what drove everyone out fast enough to leave everything behind.

They felt like they’d walked into another time as they flipped through magazines and passed by homes filled with outdated clothes. Phoebe tried to be as kind as possible while going through someone else’s things. Even though this place was deserted, it felt a little wrong to dig in the possession’s of someone they didn’t know. They were gentle with everything they touched and put it all back where they found it. This was a fascinating experience so as long as they ignored the frequently reoccurring sensation of being watched in every building they entered. The sensation of eyes loomed over them through the windows, but there was never a face behind the feeling.

The real tension set in when the sun went down.

Phoebe didn’t even realize how long they’d been looking around until it was a little too late. One minute daylight stretched across the campsite, and then the next time they looked, orange embers were descending below the horizon and blanketing the outdoors in darkness. They made an attempt to find where they had set up their actual resting spot, but they didn’t get very far in those efforts before they decided their safest bet might be to stay here for the night. As weird as it felt to be in a place like this by themselves in the dark, they didn’t think it was a good idea to go wandering around in the woods. With their luck? They might get twice as lost, this time with no shelter to wait in.

Instead of dooming themselves to a cold night on a bed of leaves, they made their way back to one of their previously-discovered locations: the mess hall. Their first idea was obviously go for one of the forgotten beds, but the longer they were outside, the worse they started to feel. It wasn’t necessarily like dread, they just felt… Exposed. They wanted to get inside as quickly as possible. And in any case, they’d probably find more resources in here than in one of the cabins. Maybe not any food that was still in date, but… At least some water.

They immediately felt so much safer indoors, and it should’ve stayed that way. When they heard noises coming from outside, they should’ve known better to stay where they were. They could’ve kept the doors locked and waited for it to pass, but they couldn’t help but start thinking… Maybe those crunching noises belonged someone who could help them, or who needed help themselves. Maybe someone out there was lost. Maybe someone out there could give Phoebe answers or a ride.

Just because the decision was made didn’t mean it was any easier to follow through. Their hands shook some as they unlocked and opened the doors to the building, letting in a chill so they could look around. They didn’t see anything at first. They considered changing their mind, but they were too curious and too worried, so they stepped out. Really quick, they told themselves. They could take a look around and go right back inside if they didn’t find anything or anyone.

The further they strayed from their shelter, the harder their heart hammered in their chest. They didn’t see anybody… They didn’t see a bike or footprints, they didn’t hear anyone talking, they didn’t see someone anywhere near where the noises were initially coming from… Until their eyes settled on movement, and at first, they were so startled that they jumped and then froze. They felt so silly moments later realizing it was only a deer.

“...Oh…” Phoebe laughed a little bit, embarrassed and relieved all at the same time. They put a hand on their chest and tried to soothe their racing pulse. “It’s only you. You scared me, you know?”

So did the snapping branch that came from behind them this time.

Their previous fears doubled now. The deer they found was in front of them, watching them from a few feet away at its own comfort, so what would they find when they turned around?

The man they saw might as well be a tree himself. He wasn’t just tall, he was big all around. He looked like he could lift the deer they found without even thinking about it. He looked like he could break them in half without even thinking about it. Before they could even entirely process what was going on, Phoebe listened to their instincts and ran in the opposite direction.

He tried to stop them. He would’ve reached out to them if they weren’t already turned away, he would’ve said something if he had the voice, and he would’ve stopped them if he’d been able to react fast enough. Instead Jason was only able to watch while they sprinted right in the direction of a trap with rusting blades as if  misfortune itself was guiding their footprints towards it.

The trap snaps around their ankle and though their body tries to keep going, their foot is anchored to the ground, yanking on the flesh caught between and effectively tripping them. More than tripping them. A scream leapt through their throat in shock over the pain tearing up their leg, but there was nothing they could do. They could barely even turn over to face what was approaching them, growing colder by the second as they began to quickly lose blood.

It felt like it took an eternity to watch him approach, and yet at the same time, he got close much sooner than they were ready for. They wanted to come up with a way out of this, but could think of nothing. Could find no exit. He stood over them and they were trying to prepare themselves for the worst. Phoebe was imagining that it was going to be gruesome, and when Jason knelt down to collect them in his arms, they decided maybe it was okay if they gave in. Their body begged them to let their eyes close and they couldn’t resist. They didn’t want to be there for the next part, it would be better for them if they weren’t there for it.

And they weren’t there, but… That’s only because it never happened at all. As tempting as it is to be hopeful and let themselves succumb to relief like they so badly want to, they don’t assume that they’re out of the woods yet. There’s no way for them to know if they’re actually free or if they’re being held captive. What if the man who found them intends to keep them there?

Their frightened train of thought is interrupted as they start waking up more and taking note of their surroundings. They’re not locked up anywhere, they’re not even restrained. They realize that they’re lovingly laid out on a couch scooted up closer to a fireplace in one of the cabins, warmed and comforted the entire time by a well-fed fire. They start trying to sit up a little, and when they manage to, they notice that they’re all covered up in blankets. Underneath them is their leg, clumsily wrapped and tied tight so the bleeding could stop earlier.

Huh.

It’s about now that they start feeling another presence in the room. Their tired eyes search the darkness until they notice a figure looming not so far off. Their heart hardly had any time to start calming down before it’s racing again, but when he comes close, it’s not to hurt them. He kneels down to half his height so it’s a bit easier to peek in on the makeshift bandages he used for their leg.

He’s helping?

They were so stunned by this revelation that all they could do was quietly watch for a minute. It didn’t seem like he entirely knew what he was doing, more like he was copying something he’d seen from someone else’s kind hands years ago and was trying to do the same thing for them.

“...Uhm. Thank you.” Phoebe wanted to give him a hand and offer pointers, but they needed to muster the courage to get the words out. “Here, you could try… This.” They reached down as much as they could and tried to point, gesturing just shy of their wound to guide his fingers.

Their eyes trail from the bloodied cloth to the hands fussing with them and notice that they’re not the only one with an injury. Did that come from the trap? Did he hurt himself getting me out of it? Phoebe doesn’t know him or his intentions, but they worry for him despite that.

“Are you going to be okay?” It wasn’t a question he’d been asked in a long time. He didn’t really feel hurt the same way anymore, not physically, but they were still concerned for him despite his outward appearance and the impression he gave off. That feeling, warm and accepted, was something he could get used to but was afraid he couldn’t have.

They don’t get straight answers from him, but they feel like they could sort of understand him through his motions. The worn-out phrase ‘gentle giant’ seems appropriate here, someone who only meant harm to the ones who deserved it and was misunderstood far too frequently. They could easily feel for a soul like that.

They don’t know how they got started, but at some point, the words started falling out of them and kept going even when he was done checking on their leg. Jason gave them subtle responses in the form of nods, shakes, head tilts, and hand gestures. It was enough for them to go off of. They traded their troubles and passions and in exchange, Jason shared his little collection of personal treasures. Old drawings from youth, forgotten belongings dropped by previous trespassers, and aged magazines that looked suitable for a time capsule.

For a long time, they felt so quiet in comparison to the people around them, always fighting to be heard. And for years, Jason struggled to find people he trusted to share his unfortunate situation with. They didn’t feel that way with him. He didn’t feel that way with them. The pair felt strangely heard and cared for despite being total strangers.

It was a nice change of pace for someone so used to the silence that comes with forgotten places. He enjoyed listening to someone who wasn’t inside his own head. Although he didn’t entirely understand or relate to a lot of what they were talking about, he could still follow along and found himself growing fond of their company.

But with attachment comes a creeping dread for when they’d leave. Jason knew they couldn’t stay, nobody could ever stay and nobody nice ever came back. The only people who revisited were the sorts who wanted to spray paint the walls or tell exaggerated stories about his death packed with lies to make it more enjoyable for the group. He was growing increasingly tense over the decision he had to make and how he’d eventually be alone again, and he wished they wouldn’t notice.

But they did.

“Did I say something wrong…?” All he could do was shake his head, because he didn’t have enough words or enough bravery to explain what was going on inside of him. The lack of light at least bought him some time. He waved their concerns off and encouraged them to finish the story they were telling.

Jason stayed near not just to make sure they were safe, not just to keep them company, but to enjoy their company. He felt like he could get lost in their voice, and the cruel sun rose way too soon for his liking. He couldn’t put it off any longer, they needed help and he couldn’t do enough for them. They needed more than he could give and keeping them there just doomed their leg, if not all of them.

Phoebe was wrapped in his arms once again, but this time they were awake for it and had no complaints. Jason had them bundled from the chill and carefully cradled while he retraced all the steps he watched them take before they knew he was there. Each step added to a building weight in his stomach, but he kept going. Further from Crystal Lake and closer to the paths, then further from the paths and closer to the camp that Phoebe left behind.

They were worried about leaving their belongings, but when they tried to point out to them and open their mouth to say something about it, Jason patted them. He would handle it. He could carry it all back to their car after he sat them down in their backseat to lay down and wait for help. The hardest part was leaving them there so help could come to them.

“...It’s okay,” they reassured. But it didn’t feel okay.

“I’ll come back, there’s a lot I didn’t get to tell you.” But he didn’t know if he believed them. Jason figured he had scared them so bad they’d take this as a warning and never show their face again, but then they held their hand out.

Ha. A pinky. They were giving him their pinky.

“I promise.” He stood there, looming over them, processing the request. Then slowly, he reached his hand out to theirs and hooked his much larger finger with theirs. They sealed the commitment with a little shake.

“There. See?” They smiled up at him from the open car door, and it made him feel so warm. Warmer than he felt he was capable of. There was a pause before he reached around in a couple of his pockets to give them a gift. He wanted them to have something to help them remember to come back. He didn’t want them to forget.

And they wouldn’t. Phoebe took the little flower he gave them with the intention to press it, and they’d kiss his hand, and they’d wait for help. Jason would put distance between himself and their camp, and he’d watch them arrive, and he’d make sure nothing happened to them.

And then? He'd wait, but it’d be a lot longer than Phoebe waited that day.

But he was okay with that.