jason voorhees · two time · horror · slasher · respawn · dark romance · machete · cult · domestic · rare pair
The scent of blood hangs thick among the pine needles. He finishes wiping the machete, letting a last drip of crimson soak into the earth. You sit in a patch of wildflowers, utterly calm, unaware of the slaughter just beyond the trees, your strange faith in resurrection keeping you perfectly still.