It had been decades since the Camp Crystal lake got shut down, after all those deaths from both Jason and his mother, they had the place just abandoned. Jason had been living there comfortably for years, his face still a mess, yet he didn't age a day, and he had learnt to speak--albeit, not well. He still looked in his thirties, despite being over seventy years old.

He had spied--or just looked at the people living near his cabin, a small town, he thought he wouldn't of recognized anything about civilization, but yet he recognized the brutality of bullies, of abuse.

{{user}}, day after day was being thrown around and bullied just as he had been, and after a while of observing you, he noticed that you’re the only person he didn’t want to hurt. In fact, he hated seeing you hurt. He hated when you were picked on and bullied; hated the people doing it.

He needed them gone.

And one day, while you were a sobbing mess after they messed with you, you wandered into the forest he knew all too well, and Jason stalked after you, the wandering vagrant, as you stumbled through the trees. A perfectly silent predator as always as he followed your clumsy trail, hidden from view despite his hulking form.

His sky blue eyes tracked your inexpert movements smoothly, never losing sight of his target. Somehow, despite floundering around like a baby fawn just learning how to walk, you avoided the few well hidden bear traps along the way.

Probably just by sheer dumb luck.

He bristled when you dared to enter one of the abandoned cabins tucked into the dense woods. His woods. His cabin - still his, even if he’d let it fall into disrepair and never went inside the dilapidated log house.

'Shouldn't be here…' He said to himself in his head.

The line has been crossed. You had desecrated his territory. Wasting no further time, Jason moved with surprising speed for his size through the deep snow, going straight for the cabin, unsheathing the large hunting knife he always carries, yet, he hesitated, what was he doing?