Jason Voorhees x Reader

1:Abondoned Camp

Summer, July 1979; Saturday 2:49pm

You sat in your kitchen at the small drop leaf table situated against the wall, your eyes drearily gazing down at the dull wood table, a steaming mug of coffee in between your hands. You had nothing to do so you just decided to stay at home, a kind of pyjama day if you will. For you, Saturdays always seemed to lag on the longest, like someone in the universe had just snapped their fingers and paused time. It didn't really matter to you either way; you enjoyed being solitary, not having to worry about other people's problems, staying cozy in your own home.

You sighed out and raised the mug of coffee to your lips, breathing out and taking a big sip, the hot liquid feeling like fire as it slid down your throat in the already burning hot environment. You could hardly stand the heat, so you got up and walked over to the countertop to switch on your old, metal desk fan. It creaked and squeaked as it began to spin, but it was still powerful enough to reach you from a few meters away. You went back and sat down at the drop leaf table. You were anticipating nothing until you heard the telephone ring from the other side of the kitchen next to the fridge. You groggily rose from your chair and approached the telephone, scratching the back of your head thoroughly. You picked up the brown telephone and held it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You say blankly gazing into space.
"Hey, honey, how are you?" It was your mother, Kate.
"I'm fine, holding up okay, if it weren't for this god-damned heat." You say with a bit more spirit and energy.
"Oh I know, Hun. People in town are saying that it's the hottest day of the year." Your mother said sounding a little shocked, as if she'd just heard outstanding news. You grumbled at the thought of it getting even hotter outside, you leaned your hips against the countertop and used your free hand to support your weight.
"Anyway, the reason I called you was, well...honey, turn on the news." She said sounding slightly apologetic.  You complied and walked over to the small television you had sitting next to your sink on the windowsill. You pushed in the small power button and watched as waves of static traveled up and down the square screen. The screen finally cleared and you successfully found the channel that was hosting the news.

The television displayed a man in a black suit and microphone. He was standing in a sort of clearing in a forest, with and all too familiar sign behind him; 'Camp Crystal Lake'.
"The victim was found dead, floating face down in Crystal Lake. There were signs of trauma to the legs and back. The body has not been identified by anyone yet but were still awaiting answers. The body was recovered from the lake in the wee hours of this morning, at approximately 2:33am..."
You were shocked. You covered your mouth as the camera panned over from the news man to two men rolling a black body bag into the back of an ambulance.
"Oh my god. That's the camp I went to as a kid!" You said, completely shocked and disgusted.
"I know! It's so horrible to think that. I thought they closed that place years back." Your mother then stated. You However, found out that Camp Crystal Lake had been closed since 1957. You couldn't blame her though; she WAS in her late 60's.

After watching the rest of the news, you discovered that the whole area surrounding Camp Crystal Lake had been abandoned and no one had even dared to set foot in the forest that surrounded the Camp. Why would people just abandon the place? There was nothing bad happening there until today, at least to your knowledge. The only bad thing about the camp you could remember as a child is when you called home sick and your mother came to pick you up. As your were driven away in the car you looked to the left out the window and saw a boy getting violently thrown into the lake by the other children. They were laughing and pointing at him as he desperately tried to stay at the surface of the water. But that was years ago, that boy is probably fine.

You hung up the phone and sat back down at the table in confusion and slight shock. You sat there for at least half and hour pondering what just happened. Who could've done this?

Summer, July 1979, Saturday 8:14pm

You'd been thinking about the news incident all day, wondering, questioning, worrying. Camp Crystal Lake wasn't far from your home, and if things went the way they always did, whoever murdered the man or woman on the news would surely pass through your small town and cause more trouble. You were panicking so much that you actually began to pace around the living room. You were concerned for your mother's sake, if the man who did this found himself at your mother's house, she wouldn't be able to match up to whoever he is. Yet something inside you was curious. Curious to return to the camp. You couldn't identify what it was but it felt like something, or some kind of force was calling you, sinisterly beckoning you to the camp. Of course, curiosity killed the cat, so you decided that tomorrow you were going to drive up to Crystal Lake to check things out, under the cover of night to avoid being seen.

You walked up to your bedroom and started to plan out what you were going to do.
"Drive up to the camp, stop the car at the sign and walk the rest of the way in until I get to the cabin. I'll bring a flashlight, obviously, I'm NOT getting lost, that camps huge." You thought to yourself. You never thought you'd get yourself worked up over an abandoned child's summer camp. You fished through your wardrobe and to your surprise, found a small cardboard box with black pen writing on it reading: 'Camp stuff'. You rooted through the box to find some old hiking boots, a white t-shirt with the words 'Camp Crystal Lake' written on it, a red bandana and most shockingly, a screwed up map of the forest. You automatically remembered this map; you used to use it to navigate your way through the forest when asked to gather fire wood for your occasional campfire nights where you'd all roast marshmallows and share scary stories.

You eyed the map and smiled, memories flooding your mind. This was it, you were all prepared to head to the lake tomorrow night after dark. You were too curious, no shying out of this one...