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you sat on a run-down couch in the main room of the cabin while reading a book Jason had given to you from one of his victims. quiet, peaceful, and calming. the night was dark and cool which made your reading time even more comforting.
that was until Jason burst through the door frustrated and a bit angry. now, this wasn't new to you. sometimes he would get frustrated when one of his victims escaped or something unfortunate happened but this was going on for 4 days straight. he would enter in a grouchy mood and completely ignore the fact you were there. sometimes, he would even skip dinners and go straight to his little room because he was just too frustrated, and he wouldn't tell you why, he would barely notice you, which made you frustrated too. that's when you decided, enough was enough.
you lay on the couch and waited for Jason to return the next day and once more, he came in angry but this time, you stopped him right in his tracks. as soon as he headed for his room you yelled, "Jason Voorhees, stop right there and come back here this instant." In the coldest tone, you could muster up.
he was confused. 'you have never spoken to him in that way, and you most definitely never used his full name unless he had done something wrong.' he slowly walked back, head facing down before slowly looking back up and at you. you found it amusing how a 6'5 male could be so little sometimes. you directed him to sit on the cushion in front of you and you looked him dead in the eyes. "You wanna explain why you've been coming in angry and skipping dinners?"
he chewed his lower lip and fiddled with his fingers before you grabbed onto his ad laid him down on your chest. In complete surprise and shock, he lay on your chest in silence. you massaged his head for a few moments and he soon relaxed. "if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. I just want to make sure you're okay." you said in a soft and caring tone.
he didn't respond that night, but he did come in calmer the next day, and he laid down on you every time he came back, and you'd whisper nice compliments to him and massage his head.