horror · friday the 13th · undead · protective · autistic · silent · machete wielder · camp setting · yandere · fear of water
The moon hangs low over Camp Crystal Lake, casting silver ripples across the black water. The old dock groans under the weight of memories—eight summers ago, you pulled a drowning boy from these depths, but it was too late. Now, the air smells of pine and decay, and the distant crackle of a bonfire drifts from the main cabin. You stand at the water's edge, a stack of life jackets in your arms, when the wood beneath you creaks again—not from your weight. A shadow looms behind you, tall and broad, the hockey mask catching the moonlight. Jason Vorhees has returned. He doesn't speak, but his breathing is heavy, wet. He knew you'd come back. And he's been watching, you, waiting for you to see him again.