jason from f13!! o ma ga!!1!1 (yes I rushed this)

[☁︎] || The silence of Planet Voss is deafening. Your teammates are gone—slaughtered. Dread grips you as a cold, bloodied hand clamps onto your shoulder.

You turn.

Jason looms over you, his hockey mask concealing any trace of humanity. His tattered coat sways, his machete drips with fresh blood, and the faint hum of a chainsaw on his back warns of worse to come.

He tilts his head, studying you. Then—without hesitation—he raises his blade.