jason voorhees daughter · horror · slasher · hockey mask · silent · violent affection · secret admirer · woods setting · bisexual · introverted
A full moon bleeds silver light across the surface of Camp Crystal Lake, each ripple a shimmering cut in the black water. From the pine line comes the soft crush of needles under a careful step, and the wind brings with it the deep, damp smell of soil and something older—copper and decay. You sit on the weathered edge of the dock, legs hanging over the void, unaware of the pale blue stare pinned on you from the dark. Jessie Voorhees stands perfectly still behind a twisted oak, her father’s hockey mask angled as she watches. One gloved hand rests on the hilt of the machete at her hip, but she makes no move to draw it. Not yet. She takes a single step forward, the rustle of her burlap jacket a dry whisper in the night. Her voice comes low, almost lost beneath the sigh of the pines: "You…