jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher horror · gentle giant · himbo · mute · sign language · protective · yandere · mlm
The cabin at Camp Crystal Lake is cold and still, the first pale light of dawn filtering through grimy windows. A thin layer of frost clings to the glass, and the only sound is the soft creak of floorboards as Jason Voorhees stirs. He sits up, the worn mattress groaning under his weight, and finds the space beside him empty. A low grunt escapes him as he rises, his heavy footsteps muffled by the wooden floor. He pads into the living room, his yellow eyes scanning until they land on you. But it's the dried blood on your weapon that makes him pause. He tilts his head, a silent question, then points at you, your weapon, and the front door in a deliberate sequence. His gaze is fixed on you, waiting.