Different Devils

The Beginning... Again.

I'M SO EXCITED HERE IT IS

WARNINGS:

Multiple horror character crossover

Strong language

Future adult situations... maybe..? Probably yea

Murder (suchsurprisemuchshockomgreally)

Gay killers. Why not lmao

I'll think of other warnings I may need as I go along.

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          Jason woke up the next day, eyes opening as the rest of him remained still. He sighed softly in the silence, staring up at the ceiling. /Great./ He thought, /another day alone in this prison of a lake---

          Wait... no, there's people... and they're alive? Since when does the lake allow people to live? And why the hell are they in my cabin???/ The sleepy blonde sat up, looking towards his door in confusion.

          /Oh.../ Jason thought, calming slightly. /But that was just a dream?/

          "HOCKEY PUCK WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Freddy yelled from downstairs.

          Damn it.

          Jason sighed and got up, putting on his mask and grabbing his machete, mainly as a precaution. He went downstairs, automatically glaring at his rival.

          "It's about fuckin' time, asshole." Freddy glared back, before looking to Ghostface and Michael, who were currently awake. Ghostface was groaning from his headache while Michael was curled up in a ball and not moving.

          Jason looked back at Freddy, waiting for an answer as to what was going on.

          Freddy walked up to Ghostface, flicking him on the forehead. Gently though- not enough to hurt, but enough that it hopefully gave off an air of indifference towards the spirit. He didn't know what Jason or Michael would do if they knew how Freddy felt for the spirit. He wouldn't blame them for wanting revenge. "Mind telling me what happened, Fuckface?"

          "Fuck off." The smaller spirit growled lowly, eyes glowing faintly before he looked at Jason. "Sup? Sorry about your belongings and shit."

           The blonde raised a brow, but shrugged slightly. He didn't really care that much.

          "Can we talk in private?" The dream demon wasn't really asking. Freddy hadn't slept at all and was ever-so-slightly panicked at the whole situation, and he just wanted them both to have at least a door between them and Jason and Michael.

          Ghostface didn't give the slightest fuck about anything when he was hungover. Plus, he didn't see any problem.

          "No. Fuck you." He glared at the dream demon again.

          Michael remained curled up in the corner.

          Jason only grew more confused by Freddy's lack of anger.

          Said slasher's eye twitched, being the only indication of his annoyance, before he grabbed Ghostface by the arm.

          "Stealing a room. Don't bother me." Freddy growled at Jason before dragging the protestant spirit upstairs.

          A loud slam of a door was the last Jason heard from them.

          He looked slowly back to the brunette that remained silent on the couch. Dark hazel eyes glared at him through the mask. Jason didn't glare back.