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Jason Voorhees
He knew he was going to keep you the second he saw those awful teens call you a freak. He didn’t let you know what was happening. You were too young and pure to be around these teenagers. So, he made sure you were far away from the carnage and took you back to his cabin. He cleaned up the mess while you sleep, he would never tell you what happened to your siblings and their friends.
Your sibling had taken you “camping” (In other words, sexual vacations with their friends.) In their defense, they didn’t want to take you either, but since your parents were out of town you were stuck sitting in the back of a van surrounded by horny and high teenagers. You all stopped at an outing in the woods, you could see cabins in the distance when you squinted, but other than that the place looked to be completely empty.
“Stay put, you little shit.” Your sibling shoved a blanket in your hands, turning around towards the cabins with their summer fling. So there you sat. A 7 year old, alone in the woods with nothing but a blanket and a fire. That was until you saw a spot of white in the bushes.
“Hellooo?” You shouted into the bushes, standing up from your spot on the ground. “Is someone there?”
Suddenly you were looking up as a large figure stood from the bushes. He seemed shy as he waved at your obviously frightened figure. He held his hands up to show you he was unarmed and took a small step forward. You responded by taking a large step back. Even if he was unarmed, he was still a stranger. “I-.. I’m sorry if we’re on your land. We c- can leave if ya want.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at what you assumed to be you. The mini staring contest was broken by the obnoxiously loud laughing of your siblings' friends. “Hey, little freak! Where’s- What the fuck?” The friends, obviously drunk out of their minds, stared up at the mystery man. “H- hey, man look, we don’t want any trouble. We didn’t think anyone lived here.” They said, not even trying to hide the fact that they were judging his choice of clothing.
The mystery man motioned towards the woods, then looked back at you. “Oh! Yeah, I can go.” You said, scampering away from the large, seemingly harmless, man. There you sat again. Alone in the woods. This time without the light of the fire.
“Hey, loser.” You jumped at the sudden voice. Turning to meet your snickering sibling. “What’re you doing out here? We sent Logan and James to go get some beer forever ago. You see ‘em before you decided to go do some weird shit?”
“Yeah, I think the owner of the land wants us to leave.”
“Ah shit. I didn’t even know people owned this junkyard. Either way, Logan and James are the last people who should be talking to them. Come on, Quin.”
“Hey, what about me?” You asked as they walked away.
“You stay your stupid ass here. The last thing we need is them calling ma and pops.” You huff, watching as they sprint back toward the fire.
You were twiddling with a tiny stick on the ground when suddenly you heard your sibling let out a loud screech. You snap up, ready to run back to the fire when suddenly you see the man from before approaching you. “H- hey! D- do you know what happened? I- I don’t know what’s going on.” As he steps forward, you back up right into a tree.
Instead of continuing to walk forward, the man stopped and held out his hand. You stared for a few moments before slowly walking forward. Taking his hand in yours you looked up as he led you further into the woods.
Bubba “Junior” Sawyer
In all honesty, I can’t see bubba killing a child or taking a child into the family, so you’d probably be his. Most likely, you either take the place of or be a sibling to Babi. But let me know if y’all want a version where he takes you in and/or your Babi’s sibling!
Bubba was absolutely crushed to hear that your mother was killed during the birth. If it wasn’t for you, he’d have probably crawled into a corner and stayed there for the rest of his days. But hearing your soft cries made his own stop.
He took your tiny body into his arms, looking down with sad soft eyes. He may have the mind of a child, but he knew enough to know that you were his child, that it was his responsibility to make you the happiest kid on earth. And he’d kill anyone who dared try and stop him.
Leslie Vernon
This man straight up stole you. How could he not?! You’re so cute! He saw you while scouting out his survivor girl, probably a little sibling. It was fatherly love at first sight. You’re his now, whether you like it or not.
Leslie panted as he walked over to where you were sleeping. He just killed your older sister, well not really. He gave her plenty of opportunities to escape.
She had run up the stairs instead of out the door, she didn’t even try to break the windows when they wouldn’t open, her heavy breathing uncovered her hiding spot under the bed. Honestly, what didn’t she do wrong? It’s a miracle you slept through that, or it’s just the melatonin pill Leslie crushed into your food. Who’s to say?
Leslie scooped you up carefully, melatonin could only do so much. It’s too bad he doesn’t have a car, that would’ve made this a lot easier. He can’t steal your sister’s, because why would the ghost of a drowned kid need a car?
Eventually, he makes it back home. You’re still sleeping soundly as he opens the front door. He carefully moves past the slight mess that is his living room, into the guest room.
Leslie sets you down on the bed, tucking you in and cooing at your sleeping form. He doesn’t know how old you are, but he does know your full name and just about everything else about you.
“Aww, you’re such a cutie. Church and Zoey are going to be so happy to have a new bubby to hang out with.” He boops your nose before heading into his own room to sleep.
Bo & Vincent Sinclair
Let’s be honest, both of them would pitch in with raising you. Vincent would step in when Bo started to lose his temper or was out in the town, Bo would step in when Vincent was working or when he was just having a bad day. You probably would’ve been found in a house back when Vincent and Bo first started the house of wax. They just kinda took you in as if you were their little brother.
Bo saw you huddled in a corner, crying and clutching a stuffed animal. He’d already taken everyone in town down to Vincent’s workroom. He was going through the town to make sure he didn’t miss anyone. Alas, he had in fact missed one.
“Well hey ther’ little fella! Why don’t you jus’ come on out, then, and follow me.” Bo said, putting on a nice smile. Slowly, you crawled out of your corner and stood next to him. “Dat’s it, jus come along now.”
It caught him off guard when you grabbed his hand the second you both exited the house. He stiffened, not exactly sure what to do in this situation. He decided that he’d let you hold onto his hand while you both walked. Wouldn’t wanna scare you off, is all.
When Vincent saw you, he couldn’t bring himself to cover you in wax. Sure he could make you a statue, he’d still be able to look at your adorable ace, but you seemed so scared and confused that he saw a little bit of himself in you. You reminded him of himself and he wanted to do nothing more than reassure you that were safe.
Bo was a bit more upset about the idea, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t also see Vincent when he looked at you. Besides, what’s the harm in havin’ a little rascal runnin’ around?
Lester Sinclair
It wouldn’t be likely for Bo or Vincent to play a part in taking care of you in this situation. Lester doesn’t really live in Ambrose, he only takes people there and has the occasional visit. Half the time he takes people there he doesn’t even make it before they get freaked out and walk the rest of the way. So he’d be pretty much on his own. Probably more of a father figure as opposed to Lester and Bo, where they’re more like big brothers.
What on earth was this child doing with these rowdy tourists?! You seemed completely separate from the group, not just because of your age. You seemed interested in the little trinkets Lester kept on his dash, you had a much more thick backroads accent, you kept peering back at his bloodied trunk, you seemed like a mini Lester.
Lester decided to try and be as calm and collected as possible, he wanted to talk to Bo about letting you live. It would be hard to do that if they walked to Ambrose.
Though, it was hard to contain his excited ramblings when you asked about his knife..
Eventually, y’all make it to Ambrose, Lester tells your group to look around while he goes find Bo. He searches for a bit before finding Bo in the church, Leaning over a casket with a wax body inside. “Heya, I ain’t interupin’ something, am I?” Bo’s head snaps up at the familiar voice, a grin on his face.
“Lester! I’m guessin’ the guests dealt with you weirdness this time?” He chuckles, lightly punching Lester on the arm.
“Well, actually I wanted to talk to ya ‘bout somethin” Lester glanced at the door to make sure the tourists weren’t around before continuing, “There’s this little guy, you’ll know em when ya see em. I was wonderin if you could give em to me instead of making em a wax thingy. I jus think they’re real cutes and they like my knives an such.”
“Ok, ok, I get it.” Bo cut off Lester's ramblings before they got out of hand, it was better to just give in, unless he wants a salty Lester on his hands for god knows how long. “I’ll get 'em round-up and bring' em over tonight. If not, tomorrow morning, got it?”
Lester’s smile grew at Bo’s words, giving Bo a sudden bear hug. “Y- Yeah! Sounds great! Thanks, Bo.”
“No problem, Les.”