"…" Just walks into a tree, rubbing the vomit all over the bark.

"!!!" Immediately punching Jeff in response. That was not very nice.

"…" Just straight up pushes him.

Continuing to tap him.

"..?" Tapping him gently.

"…" Gestures to Jeff, suggesting that he sit down and maybe stop drinking.

Profusely shaking his head. He’d rather stay sober.

Nodding profusely. If this serves as enough of a distraction for him to commit massacres, Jason supports it.

"…" Slowly gives Jeff a thumbs up.

"..?" Somewhat fidgeting with his bloody axe. Seems like he went on a little spree.

(someone has to make a Trinity please 🙏🙏🙏)

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Dragging a corpse across the ground.

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Who comes up with these killer names? The Crystal Lake Killer, the Bay Harbour Butcher… what’s next, the Shape? Oh.

The slasher roams, blood dripping off of his axe from the night prior. It was Friday the 13th after all — he had to do some slaughtering.

Eerily staring through her window.

———『 temporary pinned 』 charles lee ray, chucky. the lakeshore strangler.

"…" He nods when he hears her mention water. He does need that, but not to drink… No, he needs it to clean his axe, of course!

Nice and quiet is boring. Where’s people he can KILL???

And now Jason’s asleep too.

Jason slowly shakes his head. He shuffles a bit on the bed to make more room for Jeff. He’s definitely not hungry or thirsty right now. He just wants to sleep at this point.

"..?" He’s a bit surprised by the sudden disappearance of his pain, but he doesn’t question it. Jason continues to lay on the bed. He’s now completely exhausted by the events of the day.

Jason holds his head and lies down on the bed. At this point, he just doesn’t care; Jeff can go fix him up if he wants. He just wants to rest.

"…" Shakes his head. He’ll just let it heal.

"..!?" Jason falls to the ground, holding his arm in pain. His flesh has been torn by EJ’s teeth. He’s too enraged to feel any sort of pain, however, and he runs off to Jeff’s room.

Okay, now he’s fucking pissed. Jason begins to stomp on EJ’s face repeatedly, his arm bleeding due to the biting he endured. "…" After that, the slasher begins to tightly choke the creepypasta. His bloodlust is taking over.

"..!!!" Angered by EJ biting him, Jason punches him in the face. If they’re not gonna willingly stop fighting, he’ll have to force them to. He really didn’t need this, especially after a long night of killing.

"!!" Jason is not a fan of the ruckus. He quickly pounces on the two, trying to split them apart with his somewhat superhuman strength.

At least they can come to some sort of mutual understanding. "…" The killer sits on the floor, a bit tired.

Actually, that’s not that bad of a description. He is letting out his trauma from negligence leading to him drowning, after all. I guess slaughtering kids is his coping mechanism?

The slasher nods. He got stabbed a couple times, but that didn’t stop him from slaughtering the entire camp with an accomplice. "…" Murder fun. Rowdy teens bad.

He can’t talk.

"..?" Jason tries to nonverbally inform her that he is mute. He’s kinda baffled by her not being absolutely terrified by the bloodstained axe.

He’s back, showing off his now bloody axe. That’s what killing half a hundred kids in one night does to a weapon.

Jason’s in the middle. The screaming is a bit bothersome, but at the same time… it somewhat reflects his own mental state. The slasher begins to close his eyes, immersing himself in the darkness of the music.

"…" Just… listening.

"..?" Jason hasn’t intentionally heard music in a long time. He only really hears it nowadays when breaking into cabins and killing teens. Nevertheless, the killer nods and sits alongside Jeff and EJ on the bed.

"..!" Shaking his head. He just wanted to see where Jeff had ran off to.

Jason silently sighs, quite overwhelmed by this situation. One of them? What does that even mean? At least that Slender Man guy won’t be around for a while…

"…" So many questions are floating around in his head, unable to be asked verbally. If people know about his activities, how come he hasn’t been reported to the police yet? He’s lucky… he must have the best fanbase.

Jason doesn’t care about their argument, but the posters are far more intriguing. Is that… him? "..?!??!?" The slasher stumbles backwards, absolutely baffled. He has so many questions! Where did these photos come from? Why is he wearing a hockey mask? What the fuck is going on here???

"…" Narrows his eyes. He isn’t a huge fan of being told what to do, but he’ll tolerate it for the time being. Jason enters Jeff’s room and looks around. The slasher’s never been in a bedroom he hasn’t ended up killing someone in.

"..????" Jason tries to signal that he can’t speak, but he’s not too good with sign language.

Hearing Jeff’s movements, Jason’s eyes suddenly open. He looks around and begins to sit up. "..?" The slasher gets off the bed and goes to leave the basement, trying to follow Jeff.