#like obviously I'm not drinking it all in one go but im thirsty

[golden-bean-soup]

My dad telling me I shouldn't drink too much water cause I'll vomit, like miss girl I just vomited the water I had previously drank and my ass is thirsty😭

[petitelepus]

Matchup for male killer please! Im a girl, bisexual because I believe love doesn't have a gender. Im very insecure about my looks . wears glasses, brown eyes/hair and quit a few scars on my body. My past was bad because I was always alone. I love animals more then humans because I get to deal with lots of people who are rude (retail) I'm shy at times but also open, Always try to do my best . Mostly people see me happy and cheerful but when Im alone I tend to feel sad and think about my past.ty!

Dear Anon. I read your request and felt my heart ache in pain. I related so hard to your past and your present life and I wanted to give you the best I could because sometimes we shy, sad, lonely people need someone to listen or a little thing made just for us.

I had my own mentor here on Tumblr who helped me and wrote couple things for me and when I talked to them I felt happy. There was someone who I could talk to without a fear and now I have many foreign friends who are at least a little bit as weird as I am.

So, if you want, you can always talk to me. All my friends live outside Finland save for my couple of childhood friends and I treasure all my foreign friends and try to be there for them or talk with them.

So dear Anon, I did not just Match you, I wrote you a Christmas present story. I admit that I DID NOT WANT IT TO BE THIS LONG, I JUST GOT REALLY INSPIRED. I hope you like it.

WARNINGS: DEATH, GORE, VIOLENCE, ROTTEN CORPSES, FLIES, FOUL ODORS, BLOOD. Oh, and the Art Belongs to @voorbees!

I match you with Jason Voorhees!

It has to be a work of fate for your new workplace to choose old Crystal lake to hold a short seminar for you workers to grow your teamwork and strengthen your bonds so you could be even more productive. The teams were assigned and everyone had their own couples chosen and even you got a teammate.

...But they aren’t interested in doing any work with you and instead of helping and working with you, they either skip in favor of smoking pot with other coworkers or if they do come to the work they push it all on you.

Putting up a tent? They leave you alone. Getting firewood? You’re left alone to get them from that scary spiderweb filled shed. The worst part may be how they get away with it by pleading to your kindness and how good a coworker you are. You may smile before them, but when you’re alone you grumble. You just want the trip to end and go home.

So when everyone is partying late at night at the huge campfire and blasting music, you’re inside your tent, buried inside your sleeping bag, just trying to pass the time as fast as possible. Someone enters the tent and you presume it’s your teammate coming to see if the tent was free so they could have some fun with your coworker...

When suddenly your sleeping bag was zipped shut and you screamed in shock, trying to open it but someone dragged the bag outside and suddenly you were hanging upside down. You try to scream for help but your voice isn’t loud enough to warn anyone from upcoming danger.

Soon the screams start and you’re scared shitless as you listen to familiar people screaming over the loud music. You’re struggling against your prison when suddenly the bottom opens and you fall out as your team member tries to get you to run with them.

So you run into the woods but you don’t get far when this huge man with a hockey mask that covers his face and a hatchet in hand cuts you two short

You’re both frozen in fear as this huge man stalks towards you and your coworker makes their decision and pushed you towards the approaching killer. Your body hits him and you’re sure you’re about to die, but instead of killing you right away, he pushes you aside and throws his hatchet straight into your coworker’s back and they hit the ground hard.

You choke on a scream and the killer walks over your coworker and tears the hatched from their back and hits them a couple of times as if confirming the kill. Then he turns and approaches you and you’re sure you’re dead. You cover your eyes, not wanting to see the hatchet, but to your shock, the killer picks you up and walks with you into the forest.

You too scared to actually scream, you just keep your eyes shut tight. His body was cool and wet to touch and there was a strong scent of blood’s iron in his clothes.

There is suddenly a loud creek and your eyes snap open and you see this wooden shack that’s door had scared you. The killer carries you inside and you’re placed on a bed. You immediately retreated against the wall and wrap your arms around yourself, trying to protect yourself.

The Killer just starest at you and then points at the bookshelf on the other side of the shed. You look at it. It’s obviously stolen from somwhere, possibly from the camp site. You turn to look at the killer fearfully, but he just points at the books. He must want you to look at them so you carefully get up and walk to the shelf.

You look at the old moldy books and pick up one to read and you’re surprised to see that it was actually a photo album. You glance at the killer but he just stares down at you so open up the album and take a look inside.

There are pictures of this deformed baby boy. Baby pictures, first words, first steps and so much more. You flipped through the whole book, thinking that there was a reason the killer had it. You went through maybe 7 photo albums, all from boy’s living years until the 8th book was only filled halfway.

The last picture was of the same boy, now 8 years old, and this woman in a blue knitted shirt and the boy had a yellow ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ T-shirt on and a huge smile on his deformed but pure face as he hugged the woman. Suddenly the picture falls from its place and you catch it and see there is writing on the back of the card.

‘Friday the 13th, Jason’s birthday at Camp Crystal Lake with mommy’

So the woman was the boy's mother. How come she wasn't in any other picture? Then you realized that she must have been the one taking all the pictures. Single parent perhaps?

Suddenly the killer reaches for an album and gives it to you. You put the picture on the shelf and take the album given to you before opening it and your eyes widened in shock.

It was absolutely filled with newspaper articles, all centered around Camp Crystal Lake.

‘Boys Drowns at Summer Camp!’

‘Counselors Ignored Children!’

‘Counselors Having Sex Instead Watching Children!’

‘Bullying Involved In Boy’s Drowning?’

You read further and landed on some kind of short note on pages of the album.

‘They bullied him and they let it happen! If they had been doing their job, my beloved Jason wouldn’t have drowned! I will get my revenge on them all!’

You flipped the page and saw the very same boy you had seen in the picture, being pronounced dead. Jason Voorhees, son of Pamela Voorhees. You feel your throat tighten and something wet landed on the paper article, smudging the old ink.

You blinked and brought your hand to your eye. You were crying and when you realized it you started crying even harder. This poor boy had drowned because of bullying and neglect and it hurt your heart.

But why the killer wanted you to see all these things?

You picked the photo with the little boy and his mother before you turned to look at the killer and showed him the picture.

“Th- this boy? I- is you yours?” You asked, thinking that perhaps the killer was Pamela’s husband or lover and Jason’s unnamed father.

The silent killer shook his head and slowly raised his hands over his face and even slower lifted the hockey mask from his face. You gasped and threw your hands over your mouth. The killer wasn’t Jason’s father.

He was Jason.

That was the last thing you knew before all the action of the day caught up with you and fatigue struck you down. When you finally started to wake up you noticed that you were on the shed’s bed with this old patchwork quilt pulled over you.

You look around, but Jason is nowhere to be seen. You ponder your chances and options. Run away and call the cops? Run away and forget this ever happened and start looking for a new job? No, you should alert the police, but for some reason, you didn’t feel like any of those things were the right choices.

You kinda knew how Jason felt. You have both been hurt badly when you were both young. He was bullied mercilessly which lead to his death and you were left alone to fend yourself. The two of you weren’t that different perhaps and maybe that’s why Jason saved you last night.

There is a polite knock on the door before it opened and Jason walked inside. You looked at him like deer in headlights and watched as he disregarded a bag that smelt strongly like blood. You looked at the bag in horror, but before your imagination could go wild, Jason gave you a heavy backpack.

You looked at the bag in wonder and then at Jason.

“Is this for me?”

He nodded and you nodded back, carefully pulling the bag’s zippers open and you were taken aback by what you saw. Food, like so much food and bubbly sodas. Protein bars, sandwiches, candy, energy drinks, and some good old Coca Cola, Fanta, and Pepsi.

You felt your stomach grumble and you blushed. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until now. So you opened a sandwich package and ate it in a manner of minutes. God, you were thirsty also. When you were done eating and drinking you felt stronger and more like yourself again.

Jason made it look like no one had come there. You don’t know how, but you guess this isn’t the first time he has killed. You thanked Jason and the man seemed to brighten up a little, but you had to have the conversation with him.

“Jason... Thank you for sparing me yesterday. I don’t know how to thank you enough for saving my life.”

You take a breath and look at him.

“But I can’t stay here. I- I have a life and...” You quieted down. You didn’t know what to say. You could continue living as you were, but what kind of a life that would be?

You have both been hurt badly when you were both younger. He was bullied mercilessly which lead to his death and you were left alone to fend yourself.

Jason suddenly got up and offered his huge hand to you. You blinked, still a little fearful of him, and placed your hand on his. He grabbed the backpack before taking you outside and started to slowly lead you somewhere. You had absolutely no idea where you were, you so deep into the forest that you couldn’t tell which way the lake or the camp was.

While you were walking, you noticed that a lot of little birds would land on Jason’s shoulders despite the fact that he wasn’t even standing still. He stopped out of blue and you looked at him in confusion and he looked at you and pointed to the side. You followed his gaze and you couldn’t believe what you saw.

A baby deer with its mother. You were about to burst in pure adoration. One of the forest’s shyest creatures so close to you! Jason raised his hand and the deers immediately walked up to him and you watched in awe how Jason could pet them.

He turned to look at you and carefully pulled you closer to him and placed your hand in front of the baby deer’s mouth. The little thing sniffed your hand shyly and when it gave you a lick you almost died of cuteness.

Jason beckoned the deers to stay and you were able to pet the baby and even the mother from your heart’s desire. A bird even landed on your shoulder and allowed you to scratch it a little bit.

Jason must have had some kind of special connection to Crystal Lake because it was like how he was one with nature. Animals showed no fear before him and accepted him as their own... and now Jason was offering the same deal to you.

After petting animals from deers to squirrels you continued following Jason until you reached a... A comfy looking cabin? You looked at the cabin in confusion when Jason pulled you to the glass screen doors and slid it open and you were hit by this horrid smell of rotting and thousands of flies flying out of the door and past you!

You coughed and gagged, covering your mouth with your sleeve. Jason didn’t seem to be affected by the smell but you needed a moment before you could move. When you are a little better, he leads you inside and you freeze on the spot.

There in two rocking chairs were sitting an elder couple, obviously dead, and by the smell and the state of their rotting corpses they had been dead for a while.

You flinch and quickly yank your hand off from Jason’s and took distance from him.

“Y- you killed them?” You asked frightenedly but Jason shook his head and pointed at the bodies. You looked and saw that there weren’t any signs that evidence that they were murdered. They probably slept away together.

You relaxed immediately when you were sure that they died in natural causes. Jason walked to the desk and you watched him go through a drawer and gave you a phone.

Phone! Where was yours? You quickly patted down your clothes and realize that it must have been lost when Jason started killing. Huh. Suddenly you weren’t as sad over your coworkers’ demise. You took the phone and looked at Jason in confusion and he pointed at the corpses one last time before giving you the backpack and leaving.

You watched from the open screen doors how he disappeared into the forest and when he was gone, you dialed 911. While you were waiting for help to arrive, you pondered what you were going to tell them.

When the police and paramedics came you were interrogated. You told them you were a hiker who had gotten lost and found the house and the corpses inside when you were searching for someone with a phone after losing yours.

You even presented your backpack full of goodies as evidence that you weren’t lying. The police believed you and offered to drive you back to the city and you accepted. The funny thing? You didn’t even mention Camp Crystal Lake.

After contacting the elder couple’s family to pay respect, they told you that the house was the elder couple’s summer house and the family didn’t want to keep the cabin. So they gave you a very generous offer to buy the cabin from their family.

They even told you that there was heat and running water so you could live with all the city’s comforts in a cabin in the woods. The son of the elder couple even offered you a job from home as a thank you for finding his parents and letting them get a proper funeral.

You took the offer.

You moved out of the city next month and made yourself comfortable in the cabin. You threw all the elder couple’s furniture away and decorated as you pleased.

A month went past when you suddenly heard knocking in the middle of the night and went to inspect with your baseball bat. It was Jason, he was back and you let him in without a question.

While he took in the way you decorated you made tea for both of you, but Jason didn’t drink. You smiled awkwardly and moved your hand over his that rested on his thigh.

“Jason, I... I can’t believe this. My life turned so much better after meeting you. It’s like... It’s like...?”

He had planned it. Jason knew about the couple, he knew if he gave you the backpack you would appear like a lost hiker. He showed you his past. He got you to accept him and honestly? It might just have been a blessing in disguise.

The two of you work out a way to live together as neighbors, friends, symbiosis, and maybe... Something greater than those.

Jason kills and punishes the trespassers and any other foolish asshole who dares to come to Crystal Lake but if he sees a tortured soul who reminds him of himself and you, he lets chases them to your cabin where you let them call help.

Some call the police and tell what happened, how a maniac with a machete killed everyone, and how they were the only survivor. Fools, you thought. They were left alive purely because Jason chose to let them live and now they were taking it for granted.

Police would question your side of the story and you usually told that the survivor came running into your cabin, shouting nonsense and being hysteric. They would demand police to follow them to their campsite and show them what had happened...

But Jason had the skill to make any evidence disappear. Bodies, cars, and anything that could connect the survivor to the camp and lake. Police would take the survivor away and that would be the last time you heard from them.

Those who showed gratefulness and saw that they were saved? They would stay a couple of days in your cabin and at night Jason would bring their stuff to you and you would next day call them a cab and tell them to take care of themselves. You hear from them sometimes, maybe a call or a postcard. You show them to Jason and he always gets a little happy for them.

Jason and you work together and spend time together when neither of you are working and you show him all the pleasures of the 20th century. He loves cartoons and it’s ironic but he has to hold your hand if you’re watching a horror movie.

He won't eat, but he enjoys watching you cook. He likes all the scented candles you light up during dark nights as the two of you sit on the couch and enjoy each other’s company and when the winter comes, Jason actually moves to your guest room so he doesn’t have to spend the winter in his cabin.

He moved his mother’s albums to your house, but you keep them hidden in a wall behind the painting so no one can find them and connect you to Jason’s murders.

Overall, your life is pretty sweet with him and the two of you are talking about adopting a puppy.