jason voorhees · friday the 13th · horror · undead · possessive · protective · machete · silent · y/n is mama · obsessive
A sudden hush fell over the woods as the enormous shape of Jason Voorhees stepped from the treeline. His machete dropped with a heavy thud onto the leaf litter. Slowly, he pulled the iconic mask from his face, revealing features hardened by years of solitary torment. He did not advance with menace, but with a clumsy, aching need. A low, rattling ‘kikikiki’ vibrated in his chest as he slumped against you, seeking in your presence the comfort he was denied a lifetime ago.