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Back Again (Chapter 1)

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Warnings: none Word Count: 1255 Notes: Hi hello I'm sorry for abandoning this account I've been very busy, I'm on a bit of a break but I can't promise weekly updates like I used to. Anyways this takes place towards the end of the first movie, this has been sitting in my google docs gathering dust for about a year, also yes I will get through the requests in my inbox that have been gathering dust even longer

Breathe.

Greta shook her head and regathered her thoughts before springing into action. She dodged the body of Brahms and made her way to the guest room. As she gathered her things her eyes darted to the mirror which showed her a clear view of the door behind her, paranoia haunting her as she worried that Brahms would recover quickly from the stab wound she inflicted. She wasted no time turning the room upside down in a hurry to find her wallet and the envelope containing her last paycheck from the Heelshires before emptying a bag onto the bed and stuffing the wallet and envelope inside, she didn’t have the energy to care for the rest of her belongings.

‘Gr. . .Greta. . .ah.’ Greta froze. She could hear his faint mumbling and moaning coming from his room, she couldn’t tell if he was getting louder or closer or both. With her eyes glued to the reflection in the mirror she reached for her bag and ran out of the room and didn’t stop until she reached the bottom of the stairs and ran a hand through her hair. ‘The tickets.’

Nothing could stop her. Greta made her way to the parlor where Cole’s body rested, a piece of the doll’s ceramic face still lodged into his jugular. She felt sick as she knelt down beside him and reached into his pant pocket and pulled out nothing. Panic began to set in as she moved over and inspected any other pockets she could find on him.

‘No, no, no. Please-’

The dining room table. They had to be there. Greta quickly stood up and dashed to the dining room where she saw them on the table right where Cole had left them. She stuck them into the bag on her shoulder and made her way back to the parlor and hesitantly admired the hole in the wall where Brahms had come out from. She didn’t know how much time she had before he would possibly regain his strength and hunt her down and she didn’t want to find out. Greta took a breath and pulled herself through the hole, ignoring the shards of glass in her palms. She had no idea where she was going when every path looked the same to her, just dark and dusty. Without much of a second thought she began walking. It took a while but after some time she found a man sized hole in the wall, this was where Brahms had ambushed them. Greta amped up her pace and continued until she could just make out a figure on the floor at the end of the dark path. ‘Malcolm? Malcolm!’

From what she could see he didn’t look any better than he did when she left him but she was glad that he was still breathing. Carefully, she lowered herself down to his level and threw one of his arms over her shoulder and helped him up.

‘We’re going to be okay.’ She whispered mostly to herself, Malcolm was just barely conscious enough to hear what she was saying. 'We're safe.'

The trip to the car was exhilarating but slow. Greta watched every corner and flinched at every noise as she carried Malcolm to his car and helped him in. It all felt too good to be true but she tried to ignore the thoughts in fear of jinxing hers and Malcolm's escape, she knew Brahms was only human but she still had no idea what he was capable of - and she had no idea if he was still alive. She wasted no time starting the car and heading for the gates, her heart was beating so fast she thought she'd have a heart attack to make up for her escaping her possible death at the hands of Brahms. Beside her Malcolm was slumped in his seat steadily breathing with his eyes closed. It made Greta smile knowing her and Malcolm were safe and on their way to a hospital. Neither of them knew what they'd tell the doctor. Greta remembered the plane tickets and her smile faded as she bit down on her inner cheek. She planned to drop Malcolm off at the hospital then fly back to the States so she could stay with her sister until she found a new job and got back on her feet.

Greta stopped the car and looked over at Malcolm. 'Malcolm we're here.'

He slowly opened his eyes, squinting as the bright lights that surrounded the hospital shone right into his eyes. Greta stepped out of the car and ran to Malcolm's side, opening the door and helping him out of his car. 'You're gonna be okay.' She spoke softly, not sure if Malcolm had heard her. They walked through the automatic doors and got Malcolm checked in - the nurses tried to assist Greta when they saw the blood on her clothes but she lied and assured them that it wasn't her blood. Malcolm was taken into a separate room leaving Greta in the waiting room with a few other guests who were either asleep or watching whatever was playing on the small tv mounted on the wall.

Although she needed to be getting in a taxi and heading for the airport, she didn't want to abandon Malcolm like this especially considering the state they were both in. Greta didn't want to be alone and she didn't want to leave Malcolm alone either but she needed to leave - her flight wasn't for another few hours but she was desperate to get home where she knew she'd be safe. At that point she wasn't worried about all the questions she'd be getting about her ex paying her a visit and how England was. All she cared about was making it home and falling asleep knowing she didn't have to worry about crazy exes or masked men haunting her.

'Evans?' Greta perked up and looked at the nurse. 'Follow me, please.'

'How is he?' She didn't mean to bombard the nurse with questions but she was worried.

'He's stable and awake. His wounds weren't as severe as they looked so he should be making a full recovery within the next 6 weeks.' Relief filled Greta as the two turned a corner and entered Malcolm's room where he greeted the two women with a soft smile. 'I'll leave you two alone.' Greta thanked the nurse and sat down beside Malcolm.

'Hey, how are you feeling?'

‘Well you know, we were almost murdered by someone who’s supposed to be dead but I’m sure there’s others out there who have it worse.’ His attempt to lift Greta’s spirits with his sarcasm only seemed to dampen the mood. ‘Sorry, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do in this situation.’

‘Yeah, me neither.' The two sat in silence for a moment while the events played through their heads again, then it came out. 'I'm leaving.'

'What?'

It was one way to rip the band aid off. 'I'm going to stay with my sister for a while.' Malcolm looked shocked but he understood where she was coming from.

'Of course. Believe me I'd do the same thing if I didn't live near that nightmare of a house.' The exhaustion was catching up to the two of them. 'Get on that flight and get out of here, and make sure you send me postcards.'

Greta tiredly laughed. 'Oh, I will.' She went to hug him but he flinched away, his wound causing him to tense up in pain. 'I'll miss you.'

'I'll miss you, too.'

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can i request jason and rz! myers w/ an older brother reader, one who really loves them a lot and one they greatly love back and admire.. like he saves mikey from ronnie and wesley and is actually caring w him, and he saves jason from drowning, idk i just need cute and fluffy, reader gets murdered and that triggers them into becoming slashers.. this has been plaguing my mind please help 🥲

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Warnings: character death, swearing, Word Count: 1954 Notes: I'm going to be uploading part 2 with RZ!Myers separately, also wow is slasherbastard actually posting a fic? for the first time since november 2021? wow didn't know it did that. Also this is supposed to be kind of fluffy but I don't know how to write fluff and then a literal murder scene but I tried and that's all that matters

A crowd had gathered around the pier, whispering and laughing among each other while pointing at something struggling in the lake below them. You assumed it was an animal at first but as you neared the front of the crowd and got a good look at the sight before you you realised that what you were staring at wasn't some animal - it was your younger brother, Jason. Of course, if it were an animal then these people might've actually given a damn about it.

'JASON!' the panic set in as you pushed past and dived into the freezing water and grabbed onto your brother. You were lucky you'd found him before he went under. You helped him onto the pier before pulling yourself up and holding onto him again as you rushed past the kids who were now shouting taunts and profanities in your direction, to which you screamed back 'You're all insane!'.

'Hey! He's the one who fell in, not our fault the freak can't swim.' Jason looked almost emotionless from the shock, you quickly dropped your hand and grabbed his, giving it a small squeeze for reassurance.

'D-Don't listen to them, they're the freaks. Did they p-push you?' Jason just nodded, refusing to look up. 'I hate this place.' You muttered mostly to yourself as you found the nurse's cabin. The nurse looked up as she heard the door creak to see the two of you soaking wet, shivering and still trying to catch your breath.

'Voorhees? Oh god, what happened to the two of you?'

'T-The other kids, they-they - drown- tried-' The sentence came out in chunks but the nurse got a good idea of what you meant as she stood up and raised her hands in an attempt to get you to calm down.

'Hey, hey, deep breaths kiddo! Take a seat, I'm going to get the two of you blankets.' The two of you obeyed and sat down in the wooden chairs next to her desk as she walked off. You looked over at Jason, not being able to tell if the beads on his face were from the lake or from him crying.

'You're safe-safe, J.'

The nurse returned and dropped her equipment on the table before she began wrapping blankets around the two of you. 'Okay, does anything hurt?' She glanced at the two of you, both of you shook your heads in response. 'I'm just going to do a brief examination. I'm sorry this happened, those kids are just parasites.' Jason weakly smiled. She began her check up but was interrupted when the door abruptly opened.

'Denise they were all out of the good stuff so I stole the last few turkey sandwiches - boys? Oh god-' Pamela chucked the plastic wrapped sandwiches onto the desk and ran over to hug her sons. 'What happened? Why are you wet?'

'Those kids tried to drown Jason.' Pamela widened her eyes and slowly stood up, looking at Denise.

'Were there no counsellors?'

'Of course not. You know those degenerates only care about sex- sorry.' Denise apologised and paused. 'Y/N saved Jason before any real damage could be done. These two just need some rest. I'd keep them in here but it gets freezing at night. Would you be able to take care of them just for tonight?'

'No I can't, I'm Cabin B's leader for capture the flag tonight.'

'It's okay, I can look after the two of us.'

'Y/N you don't have to do that.'

'It's fine, I'm not hurt.' Pamela stared at you for a few seconds as she tried to decide what to do but ended up nodding.

'Okay. Jason, Y/N is going to look after you. I'll try to come check on you as much as I can but I can't promise anything.'

'I still can't believe this. I should complain, I mean the two of you could've died!' Pamela ranted as the three of you entered Cabin A, relieved to find that it was empty. Pam tucked Jason into his bed and kissed his forehead before doing the same to you. 'My sweet, sweet boys. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you.'

'Hello fellow campers this is just an announcement for your counsellors. Counsellors! If you're a cabin leader for tonight's game of capture the flag this is your last call to meet up with your teams in front of your cabin. Cabin B and Cabin F are still missing their leaders. Thank you!'

'Well, I guess that's my cue.' Pamela smiled sadly at the two of you. 'Be good, if you need to use the bathroom don't go alone. And please get some rest.' She left the two of you alone and the cabin fell silent. You went over today's events in your head still horrified by what happened and even more horrified by the thought of what could've happened if you'd gotten to the pier too late - or maybe not have gotten to the pier at all. A shiver went through your body as you rolled over and looked at Jason who was tucked in the bed by the opposite wall, he was just staring at the ceiling.

"Hey J? If you can't sleep I brought some of those comics you like. You know. . .The Whiz Comics ones?' Jason sat up and looked at you, you just laughed and lifted yourself up, reaching under your bed for your bag which held your secret stash of comics. Pamela didn't really have anything against the comics, but she didn't want her sons cooped up in their cabins for the summer just reading comics - although this was the perfect time for exactly that.

You pulled out two comics at random and chucked them onto Jason's bed. 'Don't tell mom that I brought those.' Jason pretended to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key, giggling before picking up a comic and opening it. 'And don't fold the corners, I should have a piece of paper in here or something.' You dug through your bag and found an old wrapper, shrugging and reached over and dropped it next to Jason. 'That will probably work. If you need anything just wake me up.'

You managed to sleep for what felt like 10 minutes before you were being shaken awake by your brother. Still tired, you tried to ignore it but then a loud bang caused you to jump up. Jason was wrapped in his blanket and shaking. 'What's wrong J? Is it that noise?' As if on cue, another loud bang rang through the cabin. 'It's probably those idiots, I'll go see what it is.' You climbed out of the bed and pushed the cabin door open. You didn't realised how long you'd actually slept for, considering that it was now the middle of the night.

'I swear- what? Haven't had enough fun-' There was no one there.

Confused, you walked around the cabin but it was too dark to see anything. You looked up at the window where Jason was peeking out from. 'J? Can you get my flashlight?' He disappeared from the window and you gave the area one last look before turning back and walking into the cabin. 'How long was I asleep for?'

Jason held up 7 fingers. 'Really? Did you manage to finish those comics I gave you?' Jason grabbed your comic bag and showed it to you. 'You read all of them? J, we're gonna be here for another month, now you have nothing to read.' Jason pouted and handed you the flashlight. 'It's okay J, I'll draw you up some comics. How about, "The Awesome Adventures of Jason and Y/N?" we can be a crime fighting duo that fights all the evil counsellors at Camp Quartz River- definitely not Camp Crystal Lake.' Jason's pout fell as he tried to hide his smile, nodding in agreement. 'Great. Hey, you're good at drawing, this is going to be awesome.'

You couldn't help but smile, shaking your head as you turned the flashlight on and exited the cabin again. You shined the light around the dark spots of the cabin but still saw nothing - or at least that's what you thought. There was a rustling noise and then within a flash, you were holding your head as it began to pulsate and something warm began running down your forehead. You thought a heavy branch might've come down but then you saw a figure and the panic set in.

'Grab him!' You barely had time to react before you were grabbed by two boys. Fighting against their grips was no use as they dragged you away from the cabin. 'Where's the freak?' One of the boys asked.

'I'm looking right at him, dickwad!' the boys let go of you and began kicking at your body. You could hear wailing coming from nearby and opened your eyes, just barely seeing Jason being dragged out of the cabin through your blurring vision. 'JASON! NO!' You tried to get up but you were immediately thrown back down and kicked.

'Dude this is gonna be so fucking funny.'

'Shut that thing up, I don't wanna get caught.'

You didn't want to know what they had planned but you were going to find out anyways. They kept going until you and Jason were too weak to move, then their plan commenced. Two of the boys picked up your half limp body and dragged you to the pier where they had tried to drown Jason just hours before now. 'You're gonna- you-' a punch landed in your gut.

'Tryna' speak, dickwad?' The group snickered. 'Should we wait until the others get here?'

'Nah, I wanna do it now.'

'Huh-' Before you could react you were thrown into the freezing cold lake. You tried to stay afloat but you had no energy left in you. 'Jason.' You croaked out before you sunk under.

Jason watched as his older brother went under and began wailing. He tried to use all the strength he had to defend himself and managed to hit the boy who was holding onto him, but it wasn't enough. Instead, Jason was roughly thrown into the arms of another boy.

'How long are we keeping him under there?'

'Until he learns his lesson. Hold onto that freak.'

There was a pause among the group. 'I don't think he's coming back up.'

'Shut up he'll come back.' After a few minutes without seeing Y/N, the boys began panicking.

'We fucking killed him, dude.'

'I can't go to jail-'

'What if my mom finds out-'

'Nobody killed anyone you dumbfuck! They're not going to find out.' He made eye contact with Jason and the rest of his gang followed. 'Throw him in.'

'The dumbass can't even speak.'

'He'll find a way. Fucking momma's boy.' They all stood around just staring at each other. 'Don't just stand there, fucking throw him in!' And with that, Jason was thrown in and the group watched him struggle. They waited until his wails and the sounds of splashing stopped before going back to playing capture the flag, acting like nothing even happened.

It wasn't until Pamela had come to check up on her sons that she realised they were missing.

Pamela was distraught when she heard the news. Both her sons, her boys - dead. Drowned. The police deemed it a suicide after nobody came forward or seemed to witness the event but Pamela heard the kids snickering, she heard the taunts that the other counsellors didn’t even try to hide the next morning at breakfast.

But Pamela knew the truth. She knew her baby boys were murdered and she was going to make everyone pay.

#requested #slasher #writing #horror #request #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #fluff #death and dying #tw death #this is my first time writing again in nearly a year #i literally chose the worst time to make a writing comeback #im posting this with no completed works lined up because im confident like that #sorry if it takes me a year to upload part 2 of this

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