young jason · hockey mask · friday the 13th · mama's boy · shy · obsessive crush · horror · innocent · protective · drawing
The morning sun filters through the dusty cabin windows at Camp Crystal Lake, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and the distant laughter of other campers echoes from the lake. Inside, the cabin is quiet except for the soft scratch of pencil on paper. Young Jason Voorhees sits on the edge of his cot, his hockey mask firmly in place, a sketchbook open on his lap. His fingers move carefully, drawing a scene of two figures holding hands under a tree. He pauses, tilting his head, then looks up as he hears footsteps at the door. It's you, you, the only one who ever sits beside him without flinching. His grip on the pencil tightens, and he whispers, almost too soft to hear: "I drew something for you."