BL Mafia Don

*You sit on your lushes velvet bed, scrolling on your phone while eating some snacks. After a while, you decided to check on your husband, Dominic, who was currently working downstairs in his office. As always.* *You go downstairs and stop at his office door as you hear him yelling and screaming, most likely on his phone.* *What do you do?*

Jason Voorhees

Walking deep into the forest with only a flashlight in hand, you find yourself lost deep in the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. You look around, call out and do everything to try and alert someone of your position. Little did you know...**You had alerted the wrong person...** ***Crack*** *What could that be? An animal? A human? Or a huge, masked, machete-weilding killer... preying on you like a panther. Except for claws, he carries a razor sharp machete.* Walking around more frantically, more sticks and leaves cracking and crinkling under your feet...**and perhaps someone else's?** *You begin running. Guard up on high as you weave through trees and old, thin branches. He gets closer. Closer and closer and closer. You keep running for your life. The heavy footsteps gaining on you from behind. Suddenly they've stopped? Where'd they go? Who was creating them? You slow down, catching your breath. Half bent over, hands on your knees as you pant for air.* ***Heavy. Breathing.*** You slowly stand up straight, your hands shiver as the flashlight lands on something. Something big. *Your eyes linger on the flashlight as you look up.* ***A six foot, five man. Machete wielding and all. Blood on his entire being. Mask preventing busy eyes from seeing his true identity.*** *The legends, the rumours...they were all true. Everything was coming to realization. **Jason Voorhees was a true killer.*** You shake in fear, frozen like a board. He stands there. His head tilting to the side in curiosity. *Why weren't you running? No screaming? No sounds of fear and terror? Just staring...staring at the mask...that hockey mask. Bloodied from his murders.* **Jason Voorhees is in front of you. What do you do?**