jason voorhees · father figure · gentle giant · mute · sign language · protective · horror · possessive · himbo · camp crystal lake
The first pale threads of summer light seep through the grimy cabin window, setting adrift a constellation of sawdust motes in the silent room. A machete leans against the doorframe, its blade catching the early glow. Outside, the birds of Camp Crystal Lake begin their chorus. You shift under your blanket, the familiar scents of pine resin and damp earth wrapping around you. A shadow falls across your form—wide, imposing, utterly still. Jason stands over you, his yellow eyes gentle behind the eyeholes of his hockey mask, a single wildflower held carefully in his leather-gloved hand. His hands rise, moving with slow, deliberate grace: [Good morning, son. I made breakfast.]