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Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake

That was the first thing (y/n) noticed when she got out of her friends car. They had decided to stay at Crystal Lake for the rest of the week.

"Isn't this great, (Y/n)?" (Y/f/n) asked her.

"Yeah. I've never been here before." She responded and glanced around the camp.

"So you don't know the rumors about this place?" Her friend's boyfriend asked.

(Y/n) furrowed her brows and looked over at her friend, "What rumors?"

"Don't tell her about that! It was a long time ago." (Y/f/n) exclaimed and slapped her boyfriend's arm.

"What are you guys taking about?" She asked.

"Camp Blood. A guy wearing a hockey mask goes around killing people with his machete."

"What!?" (Y/n) exclaimed, "You never told me this, (Y/f/n)!"

"You never asked me about the bloody history of this place. Plus I thought that it would scare you and make you not wanna come up here with us."

"Ya think?" She quipped and rolled her eyes. 

"Look let's just forget about it. C'mon, don't let this ruin our fun camping trip!"

(Y/n) sighed and smiled slightly, "Fine. But if I see a psycho with a machete, I'm getting the hell out of here."

They laughed and started unloading their bags out of the car, never noticing that they were being watched.

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"See, (Y/n). We've been here all day and nobody has tried to kill us with a machete." (Y/f/n) chuckled softly.

"The nights still young." She quipped and took another sip of her drink.

"Speaking of that." Her friend's boyfriend whispered and leaned down to kiss her, "Wanna go have some fun in the woods?"

(Y/f/n) nodded and stood up with him, "You okay with staying here by yourself, (Y/n)?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Go have fun." They smiled and ran off towards the woods, leaving (y/n) by herself.

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Jason had been watching the two girls and boy ever since they first pulled up and got out of the car. He wasn't the least bit surprised when he saw the one girl and boy leave their friend by herself, so that they could go fool around in his woods.

"They are bad, Jason. They left that poor girl all by herself. Make them pay, Jason. Make mommy proud." 

He looked over at the lonely girl sitting by the fire and went after the couple who ran off into the woods. He will make them pay.

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(Y/n) sighed and sat up from her spot next to the fire. Her friends had been gone for twenty minutes and (y/n) figured that they wouldn't be back for awhile. "Is this why you wanted me to come with you guys, (y/f/n)? So that I could sit here by myself and you could get fucked by your boyfriend up against a tree?"

She chuckled and headed towards her tent, "So romantic, (Y/f/n)." The sound of a twig being snapped made her look up and glance around the woods in front of her.

A shiver ran down her spine and she suddenly didn't feel alone anymore. "It's not funny, (Y/f/n)! Stop trying to scare me!"

No response.

She furrowed her brows and headed over to the woods, "C'mon, (Y/f/n)! Joke's over!"

Still no response. (Y/n) reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, turning on the flashlight. She moved the light on to the woods, trying to find her friends.

Why weren't they responding? She sighed and started to walk into the woods. She was gonna kill them if they were trying to pull a prank on her. 

A sudden loud scream echoed through out the woods, making (y/n) jump a foot in the air and wildly glance around the woods. Her breath quickened and she froze. What should she do? Her friend could be seriously hurt... or... they were pulling a sick joke on her.

She shook her head and ran towards the scream, the light of her phone illuminating the dark woods. The scream came again, desperate, terrified. The blood drained from her face and she ran faster than before.

This can't be a joke.That scream sounded too real. Her feet were pounding furiously on the muddy path, her ears straining for more sounds, anything to give her a clue as to where they are. 

After a couple of minutes of running around the woods, (y/n) finally found what she was looking for. The sight in front of her made her wish that she had just stayed at the campsite. 

She froze. She couldn't run to the camp, back to safety, she couldn't even scream for help. All she could do was stare helplessly at her friend's lifeless body laying on the ground. 

She couldn't even fully react to the guy standing there, wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete covered in her friends blood. When he noticed her and slowly started to walk towards her, she finally snapped out of the trance and screamed.

(Y/n) backed away from him and turned to run, when her foot got caught on a branch and she fell to the ground with a loud thud.

(Y/n) tried to get up and screamed again when she saw the guy right in front of her. "Please don't hurt me. Please."

Jason tilted his head and started to lift his machete when his mother spoke to him, "She's a good girl, Jason. Unlike that other girl. She's special, just like you."

Good girl? Jason slowly lowered his machete and (y/n) furrowed her brows. Why hadn't he stabbed her yet? What was he waiting for?

"You need to protect her, Jason. Keep her away from bad people like her friends."

Jason understood what his mother meant and stabbed his machete into the ground next to (y/n). She jumped and tried to crawl away from Jason.

"Take care of her, Jason. Make mommy proud."

Jason stood, looking down at (y/n) and didn't move. Why wasn't he doing anything? Shouldn't he have killed her by now? He held out his gloved hand and (y/n) couldn't believe what was happening. 

She didn't wanna piss him off and accepted his outstretched hand. "Thank...you." (Y/n) managed to say.

He didn't respond and she wondered if he was just waiting for the right moment to attack. 

"I'm, (Y/n)." Why the hell was she introducing herself to a killer? Why the hell wasn't she running away from him?

 He still didn't respond and she figured that getting him to talk was a lost cause. She tried to back up and cried out in pain. She must have sprained her ankle when she tripped on the branch. 

"She's hurt, Jason. Help her."

Jason nodded and reached out for (y/n), making her eyes widen. What was he doing? Jason leaned down and wrapped one of his arms under her legs and the other around her back, pressing her body against his.

(Y/n) was incredibly worried. Where was he taking her? What was he gonna do to her?

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It was a cold, dark Halloween night. Jack o' lanterns line the streets, they glow in the Halloween night as greetings to the costumed children, going house to house to knock on doors and ask for candy. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It was a lot colder out than what she expected. She wouldn't even be outside right now if it weren't for having to babysit. She would much rather be at home, watching horror movies and eating popcorn.

"I don't wanna go home." Danny, the boy she was babysitting, said with a slight pout.

(Y/N) followed Danny down a random driveway, not really paying attention anymore. They had been to so many houses that she lost count. "Your parents gave me strict rules. We're going home and you are going to bed shortly after that."

"Fine," Danny grumbled and started to walk into the street. Danny was too busy thinking about his candy and didn't notice when he suddenly bumped into someone on the street. His bag of candy fell from his hand, landing in front of a tall figure wearing dirty, worn out coveralls.

"Danny, I told you to be careful." (Y/N) chided and bent down to pick up the candy. "Sorry about that. It's been a long night."

The person didn't respond, making (y/n) uncomfortable. Her eyes trailed up his body, landing on a face that she didn't wanna see. She jumped back and scooped up the rest of the candy, handing the bag to Danny. "C'mon, Danny. Let's go."

"Bye!" Danny said and waved to the person. (Y/n) nervously glanced back, hoping that the person wasn't following them. Her hope was crushed when she saw that the masked person was indeed following after them. 

"Shit." (Y/N) cursed and started to walk faster. Her skin crawled as the fright that started in the pit of her stomach began to rise. She needed to stay calm, she didn't wanna freak out Danny. "Maybe this guy is just trying to scare me. He's probably just looking for some cheap scares." 

Danny glanced back and (y/n) grabbed his arm, "Don't look back. Okay? Just keep walking and staring ahead." So much for trying to keep calm and not scaring Danny.

They were almost at Danny's house. Just a couple more minutes of walking and they would be there. "Please let this be a joke. Please let this be a joke." 

"(Y/N), I'm scared," Danny whispered and gripped her hand tighter.

She looked back again, something that she just told Danny not to do. She really wished that she hadn't looked back. The masked person had been right behind them and when (y/n) glanced back, the person had moved behind a tree nearby, still staring at them.

But what (y/n) saw in his hand made her breath quicken. A kitchen knife gripped tightly in his hand, at his side. "Danny, run." Danny nodded and let go of her hand, his shoes pounding heavily across the ground. (Y/N) bolted down the street after Danny, not wanting to look back and see if they were being followed again.

The ground blurred below her. It felt like they had been running for hours, but she figured it was because of the masked psycho following them.

Focusing on the house in front of her, she sprinted quicker. Her calves burned, her breath forming clouds in the air. Danny's house was right there, just a few more steps and they would be home.

(Y/N) pounded her feet across the road as her lungs strained. They darted across the lawn, bolting for the back door that they forgot to lock before they went trick-or-treating. (Y/N) pushed the door open and rushed Danny inside, slamming and locking the door behind them.

"Who was that, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) nervously glanced around the backyard, looking for the masked person. She didn't respond and Danny tugged at her hand, "(Y/N), was that the boogeyman?"

(Y/N) sighed softly and whispered, "I think it was."

She walked away from the door, not noticing Michael standing behind a tree in the backyard, watching her.

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"Wasn't this the doll that everyone said is possessed by a serial killer?"

(Y/N) looked over at her co-worker and quirked her brow, "What?"

"Y'know, the Good Guy Dolls. This guy put his soul inside of one of these dolls with voodoo and got trapped inside of it."

(Y/N) had no idea what to say. If this doll brand had a bad history, why would the company start selling them again? "What are you talking about?"

"You really didn't know that?"

(Y/N) shook her head, "No. I had no idea that a serial killer put his soul inside a doll... a doll that we're now selling."

"It's kinda creepy. What if one of these dolls here at this store is that exact doll?"

(Y/N) sighed and set down one of the yellow boxes. She suddenly didn't wanna be handling these dolls anymore.

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 Lightning flashed across the sky and in a matter of three seconds, the loud boom of thunder struck. (Y/N) watched the storm forming from outside the store window and sighed.

She would be stuck at the stupid store for two more hours. Her boss's words still rang in her head and she rolled her eyes. "Sarah can't work tonight, so I need you to take over things for her, (Y/N). You'll have to lock up the store when you leave."

The last thing she wanted was to be stuck at a toy store all night with creepy dolls. She didn't even understand why she had to stay until nine, it's not like anyone was gonna be interested in buying a doll this late at night. 

Flashes of lightning light up the darkened sky, followed by more cracks of thunder. (Y/N) tapped her fingers on the counter and huffed. 

"Hey, (Y/N). Having fun?" Her coworker, Jenny, asked.

"Yeah. I love standing here and... literally doing nothing. So fun."

"Hm. It could be worse."

"Your right. That killer doll could be in this very toy store and come kill me. Then again, if that happened at least I wouldn't be stuck here." She quipped.

"I wouldn't joke about Chucky," Jenny warned.

"Chucky? Great name for a killer doll."

"His real name is Charles Lee Ray, aka the Lakeshore Strangler."

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, "The Lakeshore Strangler? I take it he likes strangling?"

"I'm serious. He's killed a lot of people. He even died inside a toy store like this."

"Your telling me, that this guy died inside a toy store and decided to put his soul inside a toy?" Jenny nodded and (y/n) scoffed, "But why?"

Jenny sighed, "He was trying to get away from the cops and the toy store was right there. He ducked inside the store and..."

"And...?" (Y/N) interrupted.

"Look it's all online. Why don't you just search it up?"

(Y/N) gave a dismissive wave of her hand, "Nah. I'm good. We better get back to work."

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 (Y/N) sighed softly and ran a hand through her (h/c) hair. "Another hour." She groaned and threw her phone on the counter. 

Thunder still boomed outside, but when (y/n) heard a loud crash inside the store, she jumped a foot in the air. "Damn Jenny. She's the reason why I'm so jumpy now."

(Y/N) slowly made her way over to the noise, hoping that she wouldn't find a killer doll waiting for her when she got there. Another loud thud led her into the Good Guy Dolls aisle.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." (Y/N) said and glanced at the yellow box laying on the floor... an empty doll box. She looked over and noticed a Good Guy laying on the floor beside the box. 

"How'd that happen?" She asked and bent down to pick the doll up, "Did you do that yourself?" 

The doll's blue eyes blinked and it turned it's head to face her, "Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?"

"Chucky? Please tell me that's just a common name for these things." "Chucky, huh? Well, Chucky, wanna come hang out with me up front? I could use some company."

"I like to be hugged." Chucky responded.

(Y/N) smiled and started to walk to the front of the store, "Yeah? Don't try anything funny, Chucky. I'm not in the mood for a hug." 

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"So do you say anything else, Chucky?" (Y/N) asked and glanced over at the doll.

"Hey, wanna play?" 

"I guess not." She sighed and unlocked her phone, not noticing that Chucky had moved closer to the pair of scissors sitting on the counter. 

"So are you the real deal, Chucky? Are you the Lakeshore Strangler? These news articles say quite a bit about you. They make you out to be this big bad scary killer." (Y/N) chuckled and turned around, "Such big evil in such a little thing." 

Chucky suddenly sprang to life and jumped on (y/n's) back, pressing the scissors against her neck. "Playtime's over, bitch." 

Heart pounding in her ears, (y/n) tried to scream, being muffled by Chucky's hand. "What's the point in screaming? No one's listening anyways."

"What do you want?" (Y/N) managed to ask when Chucky pulled his hand back. 

"First things first, I wanna get the fuck out of this toy store... and your gonna help me."

"What!? I-"

"Either you help me... or I kill you now. Your choice." Chucky snarled and traced the scissors down her neck. 

(Y/N) nodded slowly, "Okay. I'll help you."

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The pickup truck cruised down the empty country road. (Y/N) ran a hand through her (h/c) hair and reached for the radio, hoping to find anything good to come in. When nothing but static and music she wasn't interested in were playing she huffed and flipped the radio off.

"I wanted to take the back roads home."

The sun was beating down and it was days like this that she wished her truck  had air conditioning that actually works. And as if on cue the piece of shit truck decided right then and there to start sputtering. 

(Y/N) glances down and looks at the fuel gauge that's suddenly and without warning on E. "Shit!" She exclaims and quickly pulls over to the side of the road. How was that even possible? She just fueled up an hour ago.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door, slamming it shut behind her. What the hell was she supposed to do? She didn't have no cell service to be able to call anyone for help being out in bumfuck nowhere and it's not like anyone would likely be driving by to help her out.

The only option she had was to walk and try to find someone to help her. "I wanted to take a road trip down to Texas." (Y/N) groans and heads towards the driver's side door. There was no way she was gonna carry around all of her luggage so she locks her truck and hopes that somebody doesn't come along and steal all of her stuff.

"Wish me luck truck. I'm gonna need it." She chuckles and heads down the road.

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(Y/N) lets out a deep breath and wipes off the sweat on her forehead. She had been walking for thirty minutes and was about ready to collapse when she noticed a windmill. 

"A windmill. That means there must be a farm. Which means someone might be at the farm." She smiles and musters up the rest of her energy to rush towards the farm. 

(Y/N) finally reaches the farm and runs up the driveway leading to the farmhouse. She rushes up to the door and knocks. After a few minutes of waiting at the door and still no answer, (y/n) felt her hopes of finding someone crushed in a matter of minutes.

She turns and starts to walk down the steps when someone says 'hello' from behind the house, startling her. "Hello? Is someone here?"

"Back here!" A male's voice answers back. 

This was the point in a horror movie where (y/n) would be yelling at the dumb character to turn around and get the fuck out of there. "I should leave. I should leave before my body gets chopped up." 

"Do you need some help?" This old man asks and comes out from behind the house, wiping his hands on a dirty towel.

(Y/N) gasps and spins around. After a few seconds to catch her breath, she finally manages to speak. "Hi. I, uh, my truck ran out of gas about thirty minutes down the road from here."

"So you've been walkin' in this heat for that long? Well you must be dying of thirst! C'mon in, I'll get you some water."

"Oh no, you really don't have to." (Y/N) quickly says. There was no way she was going inside that house with this guy. "I was just wondering if maybe you had some gas I could borrow? I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure. C'mon, let's go out to the barn and check to see if we have any." 

"Uh... we? Is someone else here with you?" (Y/N) asks and reluctantly follows the old man to the barn. 

"Well of course! Me and my boys live here together!"

"Your... your boys?"

The old man looks back at her and grins, something that makes her suddenly feel even more unsafe walking with him to the barn alone. "Why didn't I just walk back to the gas station?" 

"Yep." The old man finally looks away and chuckles, "In fact, Bubba should be around here somewhere. He'd love to meet you." 

"Bubba? That's your son?" (Y/N) asks and nervously glances around the yard. 

The old man doesn't respond, he just keeps walking towards the barn. The distinct sound of a chainsaw from nearby catches her attention, making her spin around. 

"Ah, there's Bubba now!" He exclaims and motions behind the barn. (Y/N) looks to where he's pointing and can't help but gasp. There's a man standing there with a chainsaw in his hand. But that's not what makes a chill run down her spine. It was the mask he wore.

Her eyes widen when 'Bubba' turns the chainsaw off and stares at her. "I... uh... I think I should go." (Y/N) stutters and tries to back away, being stopped by the old man roughly grabbing her arm.

"Your not going anywhere." The old man growls and starts pulling her towards the barn. "Bubba, I got someone here for you to meet!" 

"No!" (Y/N) screams and with all of her might manages to rip her arm free from his tight grasp. She watches in horror as the old man laughs and looks back at Bubba.

"What are you waiting for? Get your ass moving and go get her!" The old man yells at Bubba.

(Y/N) screams again for help and takes off running down the driveway, never looking back. "Oh God, help me!" 

Footsteps rush from behind her and she tries to pick up her pace, being stopped by strong arms wrapping around her waist and picking her up.

"No! Stop! No!" She tries to slap his arms away but it was hopeless. He very clearly overpowered her. "Let me go!"

"Take her inside." The old man orders and Bubba nods.

"Please don't do this! Just let me go! Please!" Bubba ignores her pleas and carries her up to the door, pushing it open.

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"Why are you doing this?" (Y/N) asks Bubba while he pushes her into a small, dirty bedroom. "What do you want!?"

When he doesn't respond, (y/n) sighs and tries a more calmer approach. "I'm, (Y/N). Your Bubba right?"

He nods but doesn't respond, something she figured he would do. "Bubba, it's not too late to help me. Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone about what happened."

Bubba shakes his head and starts to leave the room. "I have to get him to trust me. It may be my only hope of getting out of here." Before Bubba can close the door, (y/n) reaches forward and grabs Bubba's hand, stopping him in his tracks. 

"Could you maybe get me some water? I'd really appreciate it if you could." She smiles up at him and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Bubba nods and looks down at their entwined hands for a second before letting go and closing the door behind him.

(Y/N) sighs and sits down on the small bed in the corner of the room. "What am I gonna do?"

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(Y/N's) eyes open and she widely glances around, taking in her surroundings. The first thing she notices is the unbearable heat in the place, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Where was she? Nothing about this place looked familiar to her. She looks down and sees a boiler room below her, steam filling the room.

(Y/N) takes a deep breath and slowly makes her way down, her hand reaching out to grip the railing, the air becoming more and more heavy as she continues into the boiler room. Once she finally reaches the bottom, she tightens her grip on the railing and looks around to find a way out of this hellish place. As far as she could tell there was no easy way out of there, besides actually walking through the room and finding an exit through the maze of steam and machines.

(Y/N) sighs and starts to head into the room, her footsteps echoing off of the walls. As she starts heading deeper into the room, the sound of someone singing... a child singing, makes her glance around in confusion and her heart to start beating faster than before. "Hello? Is someone there?" (Y/N) nervously calls out. There was no response except the sound of steam hissing and the clanking noises coming from the machines. She glances all around her, trying to locate the source of the random singing.

Then a thought enters her brain and she pauses. "Why the hell is there a kid in a place like this?" Then it hits her, "That's it! I must be having a dream." The singing starts to grow louder and she swallows, "...Okay. Not a dream. More like a nightmare." (Y/N) takes another deep breath and walks further into the room, seemingly coming closer to the voice since she could start to make out what the kid was singing about.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."

She feels a shiver run down her spine. What the hell was walking closer to? Who the hell was Freddy? Despite the urge to bolt the other way, she continues down the hall, all while keeping a lookout for anyone or anything.

"Three, four, better lock your door..."

The voice was getting louder and she was completely terrified of what the next part of the song was. Hopefully, she could wake up before she finds out. The feeling of being watched had always been there, but now it was almost becoming unbearable. She keeps expecting to look behind her and find someone standing there, ready to attack her. (Y/N) breathes in and begins walking at a faster pace, hoping to find the exit quicker.

Five, six, grab a crucifix..."

She decides to just ignore the ever-growing loud singing and focus on a way out of this nightmare, landing in an even bigger maze of hallways. Each one seems like a bad choice but it wasn't like she really has a choice. It was either turn around and try to find another way upstairs which didn't seem likely or suck it up and brave walking down a steam filled hallway.

"Fuck it." (Y/N) growls and rushes down the hallway, steam blurring her vision. She stumbles into the wall and focuses on just getting the hell out of the hallway, ignoring the next verse of the 'song'. "I can do it. I'm almost there. Just a little bit more." 

"Seven, eight, better stay up late..."

"Yes!" (Y/N) triumphantly yells out, racing towards the end of the hallway. She stops dead in her tracks when a shrieking noise pierces her ears, making her cover them with shaking hands and squeeze her eyes shut. The noise continues, over and over again, making her scream in pain. "Stop! Stop!"

The noise suddenly stops and she moves her hands away from her ears, glancing around in confusion. The silence doesn't last long when the singing returns, louder than ever before.

"Nine, ten, never sleep again..."

(Y/N) lets out a scream and runs for it, not wanting to stick around to find out what exactly that meant. She can hear the screeching noise, like nails on a chalkboard but worse, right behind her but she wasn't gonna look back to see if she was right. She dodges in between hallways, hoping to find the exit somehow. She reaches a clearing at the end of one of the random hallways and freezes in fear when she sees something standing maybe twenty feet in front of her.

Even though the darkness and steam blocks most of her view, (y/n) can still make out the dark figure of someone standing there, hand scraping along the rusted pipe, creating that awful noise. Her eyes widen when the figure comes closer, moving out of the shadows and into the dim light of the hallway.

Her attention is drawn to his right hand, the one he was running along the pipe, she notices that it's gloved and that he had attached knives or something to it. The figure lets out a chuckle, it's raspy voice echoing off of the walls. (Y/N) wants to run away but for some reason, she can't. It's like she's paralyzed to the spot.

The figure seems to notice that and decides to taunt her, "What's wrong? Can't move?" He smiles widely at her, giving her a good look at his sharp, rotten teeth.

(Y/N) shudders and slowly starts backing away from him, "Who are you?"

He starts howling with laughter, taking his hand off of the wall. He starts coming closer and she lets out a scream. She turns around and runs down the hallway she just came from, not really knowing where she was going but she sure as hell wasn't gonna stop and think about it. Her head feels dizzy and she can feel her heart beating against her chest, the sound of her panting ringing in her ears. 

"You can run but you can't hide, sweetheart. I'll find you." His voice echoes around her.

(Y/N) comes to a halt in between hallways and tries to catch her breath. A sudden clinking noise on a pipe above her makes her glance up and scream in fear at the sight. The man was directly above, looking down at her with a maniacal grin, gloved fingers dangling above her head. She watches in horror as his clawed arm stretches inhumanly down to her, trying to grab her. 

(Y/N) screams again and tries to run away, being stopped by his stretched arm gripping the back of her shirt, pulling her back towards him. "No! Stop! Let me go!"

"Stop squirming, bitch!" 

(Y/N) uses all her strength and pulls free from his grasp, the sound of her shirt ripping bouncing off of the walls. She looks down at her exposed stomach and stares up at the man. He glares down at her and lets out a growl of annoyance. She spins around and takes off down her another hallway, deciding not to stick around and see what he would do. There was a set of stairs at the end of the hall and she figured that it might lead to the exit... or death. 

(Y/N) pumps her legs as fast as she can, focusing only on the stairs in front of her. "Almost there. I can do it."

"Don't count on it." A voice snickers from behind her and she gasps. His clawed hand spins her around and she finally gets a look at his face.

Oh, how she wishes she didn't.

She can't help but stare at his horrible burnt, scarred face in disgust. He smiles at her and she gets another look at his rotten teeth, making her even more disgusted. She grimaces and drags her eyes away from his face, squeezing her eyes shut. "I take it your, Freddy?" (Y/N) asks and opens her eyes, suddenly feeling a rush of bravery.

Freddy chuckles and tightly grabs her arms, throwing her into a wall, "That's right, bitch." 

(Y/N) lets out a groan as the back of her head slams against the wall, pain hitting her instantly. She reaches up and rubs at the back of her head, wincing at the pain. "At least I'm not bleeding." She mutters and tries to stand up.

"Not yet." Freddy snickers and heads over to her.

(Y/N) quickly realizes that she's being trapped by Freddy and the wall since he was literally backing her into a corner. She presses into the corner to create some space between them and squeezes her eyes shut, feeling Freddy coming closer and closer. 

"Open your eyes, bitch." Freddy orders, running a metal claw down her cheek. 

Fearing for her life, (y/n) reluctantly opens her eyes and stares into Freddy's. She can feel blood dripping down her cheek and tries to wipe it off, being stopped by Freddy grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head. 

"What... what... do... you... want?" (Y/N) stammers out.

Freddy chuckles and runs his claw down her neck, deciding to ignore her question. His claw continues down her neck, pausing when he reaches her chest. His lips twist into a smirk and her eyes widen. 

"Oh God. No!" (Y/N) screams once she finally understands what he wants. She musters up enough strength and lifts her knee, kneeing him in his groin.

Freddy grunts and backs away from her, giving her a chance to run away from him. "Mom, wake me up!" (Y/N) screams and runs up the stairs, "Wake me up! Please wake me up! Mom, wake me u-"

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"(Y/N), wake up, honey! Your having a bad dream."

(Y/N's) eyes open and she sits upright in bed, glancing around her bedroom before taking a deep breath and looking over at her mother, "Mom?"

"Are you okay, honey? I heard you screaming for me to wake you up."

"I had the most terrible nightmare. I was in this boiler room and this man... Freddy, he kept chasing me around, trying to kill me. He had this-"

"It was just a bad dream. It's okay." Her mother interrupts, "I'm gonna go make some coffee. You coming?" She asks and heads for her door.

(Y/N) shakes her head and wipes away the sweat on her forehead, "I'm gonna sit here for a minute." Her mother nods and closes her door, leaving her alone with her thoughts. 

What if her mother hadn't been able to wake her up? What would Freddy have done to her? She sighs and pushes her blankets off, throwing her feet over the side of her bed. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and maybe she was just being paranoid but she still had a sinking suspicion that wasn't the last she would see of Freddy. 

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“I can't sleep, can I stay here?”

Jason's puzzled head tilt makes you stay dead in your tracks. Bad idea. Really bad. 

Asking a cold-blooded killer to let you snuggle because you were freezing, was a foolish suggestion. And when Jason strides closer to you...

“It's cold in my room!” You squeak out.

Jason stops, head tilting once more at you.

Cold? You hear Jason's attempt at communicating inside your head and nod.

“Yes. It's freezing in there.”

You observe Jason carefully as he walks beside you and heads out of the room.

He comes back a few minutes later, a damaged, stained, worn-out blanket bundled in his arms. You wait as Jason places it on his bed and shifts to face you.

Warm. Your lips curve into a smile and hesitantly head over to where he was beside the bed, “I can... stay here?”

You didn't want to make Jason uncomfortable. Especially since it was such a small bed, and you'd be touching. A lot.

Yes. You nod and clamber on to the bed, leaving enough room for Jason. He gets behind you and draws the blankets over your bodies.

Wasn't strange at all. Cuddling with a killer. You think to yourself and struggle to avoid the distinct feeling of Jason's strong chest pressed against your back.

You sigh and close your eyes, anticipating that sleep would take place instantly.

And when you wake in the morning, you can't help but admit to yourself that last night was the best sleep you've had since you got there.

Although, you'd never confess it to Jason.

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Friday the 13th was understandably unsettling.

The rumors, the myths, the urban legends, whatever you choose to believe about the date, no one can deny the creepy events that have happened at a certain location on that day.

Camp Crystal Lake.

The name conjures up images of a hockey-mask wearing serial killer for many people, but for you, it was nothing more than just an old-school campground that no one hardly visited anymore.

That is until you and three of your friends decided to camp there for a week of fun and relaxation.

The first day had gone off without a hitch; you and your friends had fun going swimming, exploring the woods, you even had a nice cookout later in the evening.

But, as night fell, and the sun disappeared, one of your friends, Kelly, had requested s'mores, so her boyfriend, Mark, and your other friend, Chad, had set up a campfire near the cabins, and you all roasted marshmallows and told spooky stories, while passing around a bottle of vodka.

After a while, once the s'mores had been eaten and you all had cleaned up, the story-telling had taken a turn, and the name Jason Voorhees popped up in the conversation.

"You guys ever heard the true story of this place?" Chad starts after a few minutes, "About Jason Voorhees?"

"Ughh, too many times to count." Kelly replies, then stands from the log, "So, sorry to break up the little inner circle here, but I'm heading to bed." 

She heads off towards her and Mark's cabin, then disappears inside it, leaving Mark staring at her retreating form. 

"Me too," Mark says after a few minutes, and you laugh at how giddy he almost seems at the prospect of being alone with Kelly. He acted as if he never has been before.

Course, it was at a cabin, so, hey, maybe that added to it.

"See ya guys later."

"Have fun." You chuckle and watch him hurry into their cabin. After a few minutes of watching the cabins, you sigh, "So..."

You turn back to Chad, to find that he was inching closer to you on the log, attempting to kiss you. Before he could, you turn your head quickly, his lips brushing against your cheek with a sloppy, drunk kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"C'mon, let's have some fun." He tries pulling you closer, but you keep leaning backward.

"No, Chad, I don't feel that way about you."

He tries to kiss you again, then again, each time getting more and more aggressive, "I know you don't mean that." 

Oh, fuck this.

When he slides a hand up your thigh, you push on his chest, knocking him off balance, causing him to fall off the log, "I fucking said no, you sick idiot." 

With a huff and a disgusted feeling washing over you, you head forward to your cabin but are stopped short when a hand roughly grabs your shoulder, jerking you to a standstill.

"You bitch." He spats.

"I suggest that you get the fuck away from me, right now." 

"You just wanna be a tease for years, flaunting it in my face, but never giving me any." 

You try to walk away, but he wouldn't let you, fingers tightening on your arm. "Let go of me!" 

"No, you're going to come over here, and give me what I want. You owe me. I've heard the stories; I know what you're good at."

"Okay, I'll give you exactly what you deserve, Chad."

With a lusty gaze down your body, Chad smirks and starts to pull you into his body... until you land a solid punch against his jaw, and he releases you with a painful groan, clutching the side of his face.

"Make sure to get every single detail right now, Chad. I want this to be a great story." You add with a coy smile and start for your cabin again.

"Argh..."

"Oh, give it a rest, Chad. I didn't hit you that hard." 

"...Aaahhh!" 

A deafening screech emitting from Chad's lips has your eyes widening and you spin around, finding that he was being lifted off the ground, a hand wrapped around his neck.

...The hand belonging to none other than... "Jason." 

Without thinking, the name is uttered past your lips, invoking the man in question to glimpse over at you for a split second before turning back to the task at hand - squeezing the life out of Chad's lungs.

"Oh, shit." You hurry towards the cabins, pounding and screaming for Mark and Kelly. After a few agonizing seconds, Mark comes to the door, clad in only a pair of boxers.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Jason Voorhees is alive, and he's outside, and I'm pretty sure he just killed Chad, and whether or not I'm upset about that, I don't know yet, but what I do know is that we need to get the fuck out of here. Where are your car keys?" 

Your rambling has Kelly glancing at Mark, then back to you, eyes filled with concern, "Y/N, calm down, okay? Okay, Jason Voorhees is not real. He's a legend-"

"A myth, he's not real and he's not here at camp." Mark finishes for Kelly, and you look back at their blank stares.

"I know what I saw, okay? Jason killed Chad, he is alive and real, and he's going to try to kill us too if we don't get out of here!"

"Y/N, Jason Voorhees isn't real!"

Crash!

Chad's lifeless body comes flying through the window nearest to Mark, and you and Kelly scream, and Mark ushers you both to the door. 

"I think he is." You say after a second as Jason sticks his head through the broken window, machete gleaming in the moonlight.

You were royally fucked. Yep, you were dead.

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He knew he wanted Y/N from the very first moment that he laid eyes on you, your sweet, soft eyes gazing at him, the sweet perfume you wore, the way you carried yourself - you were perfect. Their first meeting had gone as he expected it to, Y/N had arrived at the motel, they talked for a few minutes about this and that, then you selected a room for the weekend, "Will you be staying alone?"

He had hoped that question didn’t come off as being too strong or anything. 

“Yes.” You answer sweetly, and, God, your voice was like music to his ears.

“Good - I mean, uh, th-th-that’s... fine.” 

He also hoped his stuttering didn’t bother you too much. Mother said it endeared him to people, though he wasn’t exactly sure how true that was. 

You flash a small smile and nod your head, choosing not to comment on it, "Cool. Because I'm in desperate need of a warm bed before I go home."

“Oh? Are you far from home?”

“Mmm, kinda. I was staying with some friends a few hours away and, well, I'm sure you know how that goes."

He shakes his head, “No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Let’s say I learned the hard way to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into before making a hasty decision."

He regards you for a minute. You didn’t look like the type of person to misjudge someone or to wind up making big mistakes, "It's always good to learn those things."

You nod slightly, “I guess so. Uh, is everything ready to go?”

He snaps out of it and clears his throat, "Yes. Your room is all set and ready for you. I can take you to it, just in case you get lost." He offers and, with bated breath, hopes you take him up on it.

You think about it for a second or two, then look at him with a smile, “Sure.”

A friendly smile breaks across his nervous face, and he hurried around the desk to help you with your bags, “Let me.”

“Oh, thanks,” You say when he picks up your luggage, “I’m sorry- I don't think I caught your name. What is it?"

“Norman.” He says with another smile, “Norman Bates.”

-

After helping you get settled into your motel room, Norman returns to the office, a giddy feeling coursing through his body, and he hadn't felt this way about someone in a very long time. He liked you. Of course, he did. Why wouldn’t he? You were everything he’s always wanted. 

Careful, Norman. We don't need another problem like before.

‘This one is different, Mother.’ He replies with a sigh and glances outside the window to see if Y/N was considering coming back to the office.

Course Y/N isn't.  Why would a woman like that be interested in you?

‘Don’t talk like that.’ 

You're kidding yourself, Norman. Don't be a fool.

‘You’re wrong. You’re never right.'

The phone starts ringing at that point, and with a deep breath, Norman picks it up, “Yes?”

“...Hi, it’s Y/N.”

A smile appears on his face, “Oh. Hi. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s terrific. But, I was wondering why there are no bath towels? I guess I should have asked you when you were here earlier since I don’t want to bug you," You explain as Norman listens, his fingers absently twirling the phone cord around.

“Oh, bug away.” Your laugh on the other end has his heart warming, “I’ll get you some towels right away.”

“Good, cause I’d love to take a nice, hot shower. It’s been a long day.”

The images in his head of you standing in a shower, your body wet and naked, has Norman inhaling sharply, the front of his pants growing tighter. “I’ll be there in a few minutes."

“...Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”

They hang up, and he stands there for a few minutes, just staring at the phone, his heart racing, mind conjuring up image after image of surprising you at your door, taking you in his arms, kissing you... making love to you.

--

A few minutes or so later, and Norman stood outside Y/N’s door, four fluffy white bath towels cradled tightly in his arms, "Y/N? It's Norman." Seconds later, the door opens to reveal Y/N standing behind it, wearing a short little robe, your long legs the first thing he notices.

“Hi.” You greet him, awkwardly tugging the robe down, but it didn’t seem to be long enough.

He stares at your legs for another second or two, then flits his eyes upwards, finding that the robe offered a generous amount of cleavage too, the swell of your breasts almost begging for him to put his mouth there, to find out if you tasted as good as you looked-

"...Norman?" Your confused tone has him snapping out of it, eyes meeting your own. “Can I have the towels?”

"Of c-c-course, yes, h-h-here you g-g-go." He stammers and hands over the towels to you.

"Thank you."

He stares at you for a few more seconds, not saying anything, and he could tell you were growing uneasy by his attention on you. “Okay, I’ll see you around.” You say when he still stays silent and start to close the door.

“Uh, would you l-l-like t-t-to have dinner with me? Tonight?” Norman stammers before you could shut the door entirely, and he wondered for a split second if his mother was right and that he'd made you nervous. But, he seemingly didn't need to worry as you swung the door open again.

And, against Y/N’s better judgment, you nod with a small smile, “That sounds nice."

-

Hours later, and Norman had set up a romantic atmosphere for his dinner with Y/N. Candles lit, a nice bottle of red wine. He wanted things to be perfect for them tonight with zero hiccups and zero interruptions. The only thing missing was Y/N. And right on cue, a knock on the office door has him hurrying to open it, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants as he goes. “Hi, come on in.”

You looked absolutely beautiful. You wore a simple low-cut black dress, hair up in a tight bun, but to Norman, you were the most stunningly gorgeous woman he’d ever set eyes on.

“Follow me.” He says and leads you to a room in the back of the office that'd been set up for dinner.

“When you said have dinner with you, I thought you met at a restaurant or up inside that massive house of yours, but it’s still nice.”

Norman pauses, “I just assumed it’d be much nicer down here than up there.”

“If you say so,” Y/N mutters and watches as he pours them both a glass of wine, "You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

"Oh, is this t-t-too much?" Norman worries aloud as he gives you the glass of wine. 

"No, no, it's great. I just... wasn't expecting it."

"Well, my mother always taught me to respect women and to treat them kindly."

Your brows furrow, "Your mother?"

"Oh yes," Norman pulls out a seat for you, and you mutter a 'thanks' as you take the seat, "We have a very close relationship."

“Oh. That’s nice. Does your mother live with you up in that house?”

“She does.” He takes the seat across from you with a sigh, “You see, she needs my help to take care of her, as she can’t move around that much on her own anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve come to accept that, and so has mother.” You take a sip of your wine as Norman watches you with a curious gaze, "You're beautiful."

Y/N gives him a smile at the compliment but doesn’t respond. Was he making you uncomfortable? Were you involved with someone else? "Thank you." There's an awkward pause after that, then you chuckle, "I'm sorry, this is... strange. And, I'm afraid it's because of me."

"Oh, why's that?" Norman asks because he hadn't noticed anything strange or off about their dinner so far. 

"It's been a hot minute since I've been on a date and, I honestly hadn't been expecting my dry spell to end with the owner of a hotel I'm staying at."

Dry spell. The term has Norman's interest piqued, and his brow raises, "Well, you have to start somewhere, right?"

"Yes." They share a look over the table, "What about you? I take it there's no Mrs. Bates?"

"What gave it away?" Y/N giggles and takes another sip of wine.

Norman couldn't believe how well this was going. Usually, he'd mess this sort of thing up and ruin the date terribly, either because of his stammering or his mother made an appearance. But, you seemed to be really enjoying yourself and his company. "No, there's no Mrs. Bates, well, except my mother."

"So, it's just you and your mom here all by yourselves?"

“Yes. And it’s been like that for as long as I can remember.”

Y/N makes a face, and he wonders if this time he did say something that caused you to rethink this dinner. But then you lean forward, your pretty face cascaded in candlelight, eyes warm, lips begging to be kissed, and if you kept looking at him like that, he just might.

"Does it ever get lonely?" Your voice is barely past a whisper, and he leans forward as well, lips inches from each other.

“Sometimes. But mother and I keep each other company.”

Your hand reaches forward, gently entwining your fingers with the hand that he had resting on the table, and he stares at their hands intently, "But, you must get lonely in other aspects of your life..."

Your finger rubbing back and forth on top of his hand has Norman distracted, as does the smell of your sweet perfume, 'It's been so long,' is all he thinks as you stare at him expectantly, awaiting his answer. "Yes, I s-s-suppose. Sometimes, I think about certain things."

Suddenly, a timer near the table goes off, and Y/N jumps back, eyes wide, "What's that?"

“T-t-that’s our d-d-dinner.”

Norman stands, and you watch, confusion evident on your face, "Where're you going?"

"My house. Our food is in the oven." He squeezes your shoulder as he walks by into the main office and heads outside, waving to you as he closes the door. 

-

About thirty or so minutes later, Norman returns to the office with two foil-wrapped dinner plates in his hands. “Y/N? Sorry, it took so long. Mother had a word or two to say about our dinner, but don’t worry. I won’t let her ruin our date.”

Silence.

“Y/N?” He pokes his head into the room where he set up their dinner earlier and is surprised to find that Y/N is not there. ‘Great. Do you see what you did now, mother? You caused me to be late and now Y/N’s gone.’ 

Don't talk to your mother like that.

‘I’m sorry, mother.'

With a sigh, Norman sets the dinner plates down on the table. ...Then something catches his eye.

...A note.

Norman,

Thank you for the date, it was incredibly sweet. But, I ran out of patience waiting for dinner and figured we’d skip it and get right down to dessert. ...I’m in my room waiting if you’re interested.

Norman swallows hard when he finishes reading the note from Y/N and clears his throat. Well, he was hungry...

-

Turning over in your bed again, you sigh and roll onto your back, eyes glued to the ceiling. Maybe you misread the situation. Maybe you were a fool for writing that note. Whatever the case, you certainly weren't going to be able to put your mind at ease until you saw Norman again and cleared the air between you two. 

Y/N stands from the bed and heads for the door to find Norman... but you weren't expecting to accomplish your goal so soon.

There the man in question stood, hand ready to knock on your door, a sheepish smile on his face, "Hi."

"Hi."

"Is dessert still on the table?"

"Yes." You breathe out, then, with a smile, tug him forward into your room. It happened slowly, Norman's eyes held a shy intensity as they gazed down your face, fingers tightening around your hand. Finally, his lips brushed against yours. It was chaste and sweet and ended as soon as it started as Norman pulls away after a few seconds. 

"Y/N, I-" 

You don't find out what he was going to say, as you cut him off with another kiss, dropping his hand so you could urge him closer. Norman loosens up this time around, letting his fingers tangle in your hair as you deepen the kiss, a quiet whimper echoing around the motel room as his tongue traces along your bottom lip. 

You were glad you chose this motel.