// i miss writing this guy kinda but i legitimately have no clue what to do with him at the moment

Stalking. Watching. …He has an Android phone out, too.

Seething.

On a smartphone, doing the daily wordle. "..." It is not long before he smashes the smartphone with his machete.

// test

// hate

// ok bit's old i'm unblocking togore

⠀⠀ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ sᴛᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ? ... ...ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ. ⠀⠀

// gonna start work on another rp account here pretty soon. non-roblox but it's MVRP focused

"..." Blink blink.

Staring at the reader like this.

Rubbing his hands together a little.

Waiting in a bush. A month he tends to wait for is coming up.

// man i'm on the fucking verge. nothing will change and nothing will get better, i've just had a hole forcefully put into my fucking heart. i can't fucking tell y'all how much this genuinely hurts me so bad

// i’ll be honest i wish the 25th was just a bad dream tbh

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// ugh. head still hurts after last night. could barely get a wink of sleep tbh.

"..." Stepping through the woods. Forceful as ever. Jason Voorhees never left. And he'll never leave.

// gathering mentions of jason voorhees in roblox games so that i can justify this account more

DOOOOOOOOOOOM ׅ ⎖ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀MrDoomBringer , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀this ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀hat ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀was ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀meant⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ for ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀you .

// gonna be revamping this account a little and cancelling the event considering recent events happening around forsaken. jason will ofc still be here to stay, just based more on SAKTKIA51/friday the 13th. he also apparently has minor lore in PB14/Item Asylum so i can keep the roblox aspect lol

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// one day bluesky will add a remove follower function 🙏

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// togores DNI... smh...

// y'know what i should revive my devesto mayb

// DOD slander on the TL, might have to start killing people

// y'all ever wish you could bring yourself to cry

LOL, it must be! hope you get out there and still pwn!

// glancing at some threads and going "jesus christ"

"...ki... ki... ki..." Crossing his arms. Disapproving.

// my muse is kinda in the gutter right now. currently in a depressive episode

[OOE] "..." He gives off a silent, slow nod.

"..." He looks a little disgruntled, his fists tightly clenching again. "WAS WONDERING IF YOU HAD ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY," he signs out. He glanced over at the machete he set on the ground. It was old. Rusty. Bloody. He kept it during his entire stint at the realm. "..." He turned back. (+)

"..." A small nod. So that's going to be the plan. Find the next target. Stalk them. And clutch onto their leg and don't let go when they get forsaken. This is a terrible plan, but it's the best he has. He stays silent for a while, wondering if m has anything more to yap about. (+)

"..." Easier said than done, was the first thing that came to mind. Resisting the urge to grab m and beat the shit out of him, he just nods. But again... where the hell was he going to find someone like that? But that next little bit... that interested him. "ALERT THE OTHERS," He signed out. (+)

"..." He stopped for a moment. He didn't fully comprehend what exactly m was. He didn't know what m truly was. Was he really just that? The letter m? The hell did the alphabet get up to, for him to die twice? ...All questions Jason didn't care about the answer for. He stepped forward. (+)

His fist suddenly clenches. Hard. He slowly turns around to look at m. "..." How is he... how is he outside? Did he get kicked out too? And more importantly, the fact that he's still alive... was not very pleasing nest for Jason. "...ki... ki... ki..." He fully turns around.(+)

After stepping onward past the unnatural formations... he noticed it. The massive mark of death that he was familiar with. "..." The memory flashed into his mind, quite literally, of the death he had given to that one person, when he was trying to break into the survivor's cabin at one point. (+)

[ CLOSED STARTER FOR @knownonlyasm.bsky.social ] Jason had been walking across Nevada for several days in a row. His clothes were torn. A few bullet holes here and there. Scorch marks. Glass shards. Many people had fought him in his attempt to find something. Anything. (+)