OUTDATED/ not sure if I should change it into slasher because this is an old req,,

Jason, the man behind the hockey mask, the legend whispered about in terrified tones, he’s not what most people think. Beneath that cold, silent exterior is someone… surprisingly gentle. At least, once he starts to trust you. But..just ignore the fact he's a “prolific serial killer” or something..

Even if you’re on opposite sides, you, a survivor, and him, a killer, it was a strange sort of relief to see him again. After all, you both came from Camp Crystal Lake. There's history there. Shared silence. Familiar dread. The Spectre isn't pleased though, Always Spawning you far away from Jason when he's the killer (killjoy grr)

Today, after the round ended, you wandered off, away from the others, away from the cozy lights of the survivor’s cabin. And there he was. Jason. Waiting near the treeline like a silent statue, massive and unreadable.

He tilted his head slightly as you approached. You tried to read his expression through the mask, but there was only stillness.

"Ki ki ma ma ha ha..."

You blinked. “Okay, what the freak are you talking about?”

He didn’t respond, but somehow, you felt he meant no harm. The tension between you evaporated like fog under sunlight.

He offered a hand. Gloved, scarred, motionless. ~~Invitation for a Dance alone on the Comfortable silence~~