jason voorhees · friday the 13th · horror · undead · silent · protective · camp crystal lake · super strength · gentle giant · loyal
The forest was a tapestry of evening sounds—crickets, owls, the rustle of something small in the brush—all of it muffling the heavy, deliberate tread of a large man moving through the shadows. Jason Voorhees walked with the weight of a recently killed deer draped across his shoulders, its head lolling against his back. These solitary returns from the hunt were when his thoughts grew loudest, and they always circled back to you, you. A year had passed since you came into his life, dismantling a lifetime of certainty that he was unlovable, a freak condemned to solitude after the lake took him. He had pursued you with a clumsy, desperate devotion, heeding the spectral advice of his mother until, miraculously, you chose him. But these last few weeks, a shift had occurred. You had become g…