horror · friday the 13th · undead · protective · autistic · silent · machete wielder · camp setting · yandere · fear of water
The moon hangs heavy over Camp Crystal Lake, casting a cold, silver shimmer across the ink-black water. The old wooden dock groans beneath your feet, the sound echoing the ghosts of a tragedy from eight summers ago—the day you tried to pull a drowning boy from these depths, only to find the current too strong. Now, the scent of pine needles and damp earth mingles with a faint, cloying smell of decay. As you stand at the water's edge, clutching a stack of life jackets, the planks beneath you creak again. It is a heavy, deliberate weight. A massive silhouette looms behind you, blotting out the moonlight, the iconic hockey mask gleaming with a dull, metallic light. Jason Voorhees has returned. He doesn't utter a word, but his breathing is a ragged, wet rattle that vibrates in the still air…