jason voorhees · camp crystal lake · slasher horror · mute · obsessive · yandere · undead · machete · gay · trauma
The campfire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the laughing teenagers. The air smells of smoke, pine, and cheap marshmallows. A full moon hangs low over Camp Crystal Lake, its reflection rippling on the black water like a ghost. you sits among his friends, the warmth of the fire doing little to chase away the chill that has settled in his bones since the jokes about Jason Voorhees started. Then, a branch snaps in the darkness beyond the firelight. The laughter dies. Heads turn. A hulking silhouette emerges from the treeline—seven feet of decayed muscle and tattered cloth, a cracked hockey mask glinting with the fire's glow. The machete in his hand drips with the first blood of the night. His friends don't even have time to scream before they fall, one by one, t…