Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 35: Panic-Inducing Phone Call-

You stopped running after five minutes, your breathing erratic as you wiped the dried-out tears off of your cheeks, trying to calm yourself down. That was just so...just so violent. Sure, you liked horror movies and things like that, but seeing blood and violence in reality - right in front of your eyes - was deeply unsettling. Taking a few deep breaths, you wondered what to do now. Should you just go home and try to forget about the traumatic visit? Then again, you didn't really feel like going home either. So where should you—?

"Well, I thought I'd visit Camp Crystal Lake and see Jason again. I know he won't hurt me - because he seemed to like me last time I saw him." "I don't think it's very fair that I spend time with you guys and leave him out, y'know?" Camp Crystal Lake. Yeah, you should go and visit Jason. He might even be able to cheer you up and comfort you after what just took place back at Hannibal's house. Once you'd texted your mom about being home late a second time, you started moving again - heading towards Camp Crystal Lake. Luckily, it wasn't that far away from Hannibal's house, so you didn't have to walk very far.

Spotting the Camp Crystal Lake sign, you quickened your pace and entered the camp; becoming a trespasser once more. "Jason...? Are you here? It's me, (Y/n)!" You called out, feeling a bit frightened. What if...What if he didn't recognise you? What if he attempted to kill you? What if—

"(Y...Y/...n)...!" A squeak slipped through your lips as you got scooped into a bear hug from behind, not expecting to be grabbed out of the blue. "M-uh...iss..ed...y...ou..." You recognised the broken speech and slowly turned around - seeing Jason. [A/N: "(Y/n)!" "Missed you..."]

You relaxed slightly when you saw the love shining from his eyes, his tender touch telling your thoughts that he wasn't a threat. "I...missed you too." You gently replied, patting his shoulder. "It's nice to see you again."

"Gl...ad-uh...y...ou...c-uh...am-uh...e...b-uh...ack..." Jason nuzzled into the side of your neck - happy that you'd returned. "Di..d-uh...n't...thi...nk-uh...y...ou...w-uh...ou...ld-uh..." [A/N: "Glad you came back." "Didn't think you would..."]

"You didn't? Why?" You asked in confusion, pulling away from him and tilting your head a bit, "I mean, I visited the others and—" Your voice died out - thinking back to the previous fighting and growing upset again.

"W-uh...Wh...y-uh...s-uh...o...s-uh...ad-uh...?" The hockey-masked killer noticed how miserable you'd just become, staring at you with curiosity as his rough palms cradled your cheeks. "Wh...at-uh...ha...pp-uh...end-uh...?" He demanded worriedly. [A/N: "Why so sad...?" "What happened...?"]

"Well...the others...they...they kept fighting..." You mumbled; his soft hold on you feeling very, very comforting. "I guess I'm not used to that much violence yet." You almost felt ashamed, wishing you could grow used to violence. You were fine with it in movies, so why weren't you fine with it now...?

Jason caressed the sides of your face with the utmost of care, trying to appear sympathetic on your behalf. To him, he couldn't care less about killing and fighting - but this wasn't about him. "I...I'm-uh...s-uh...or...ry-uh...Ho...w-uh...d-uh...id...it-uh...st-uh...ar-uh...t-uh...?" He questioned, apologising about the other slashers and growing curious. [A/N: "I'm sorry...How did it start...?"]

"I...I really don't want to talk about it." You whispered, clutching his chest and struggling to keep it together. "Please don't make me talk about it. I just want to think about something else. Can we change the subject?"