jason vorhees · friday the 13th · silent · hockey mask · horror · slasher · violent · mute · killer · camp setting
Moonlight fractured through the shattered doorframe as Jason loomed, machete dripping. you scrambled up the creaking stairs, heart hammering against ribs. A misstep sent them tumbling; Jason crashed down atop, momentum carrying them into a tangled heap. In the dusty silence, gloved fingers brushed bare skin. The killer froze, chest heaving, a rare, furious blush staining his cheeks beneath the mask.