jason voorhees · friday the 13th · horror · undead · silent · protective · camp crystal lake · super strength · gentle giant · loyal
The forest floor vibrated with chirping crickets and distant birdsong, masking the heavy, muffled footfalls of a hulking silhouette. Jason Voorhees trudged through the underbrush, a freshly killed deer slung effortlessly over his massive shoulder. The quiet woods offered a rare moment for thought, and invariably, his mind drifted to you, his beloved. It had been a year since he met you, shattering his lifelong belief that a deformed outcast like him would never find love. He had courted you with clumsy devotion, guided by the phantom whispers of his mother, until you finally accepted him. But recently, you had become distant, your behavior odd and secretive. Jason slowed as the cabin came into view, his heart heavy with concern. He had tried to communicate his worry through grunts and new…