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Rule 34 Friday The 13th
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Okay... Ooohhh boi what did I just wrote? A Male!Reader insert with the female version of Jason Voorhees, a infamous murderer of a popular horror franchise who kills his victims in the most gruesome and fashionable way. Yeah, I must have one twisted mind do I? Anyways, Jason's female name is Jessica. Of course, anyone who knows Jason Voorhees or Friday the 13th, or at least knows what it is about, you all can guess this has violence and gore for the most part. So... Not for kiddies, unless you are more reckless. Art cover link: www.pixiv.net/member_illust.ph… 1500 Hours Crystal Lake Town, near Camp Crystal Lake A man about 6’0”, he have (e/c) orbs that looked calmly eerie and held some psychotic intent, wearing a fine black suit, white shirt and (f/c) tie, black slacks and shoes, ambled on the sidewalk with his hands on his sides as he walked in such a manner through the town. He darts his eyes around to observe the place, people that were walking around the street gave him strange looks, indicating they must be wondering why a man wearing a suit be walking around at this hour and day. But the locals seemed to dismiss their thoughts and suspicions as they wouldn’t want looking too rude to the man and that said man might be a government official or some sort. The man was humming quietly yet merrily to himself as he ambled through the calm and serene town of Crystal Lake, he felt the blowing wind kiss his skin and it made his entire body relax even more. He stopped in a crossroad, cupping his chin with one hand as if he thinking deeply before drawing his hand and snapping his fingers, proceeding to walk towards another small road that leads to the lake, passing through several countryside cabins and lake-shore houses. His eyes caught sight of a small bar located beside a cabin and he muses then chuckled to himself, walking towards the bar. He rambled up the front door steps, seeing that the bar is open judging from open lights from the inside and the obvious “We’re open” sign hanging in front of door’s glass, he grabbed the knob of the door and swung it open as he proceeded to enter the rather empty bar. The bar was spacious compared to how small it looks like from the outside, although there weren’t any people inside the bar except for the bartender who was sitting in a bored manner in the counter wearing a hat and some plain white shirt who looked up to see the formal looking man ambling towards the counter, making him sit up. “Ahh! Welcome to Grandaddy’s Bar!” The bartender, who looked quite young, perhaps about 18 or 19 years old, asked exuberantly. “Greetings young man, do you have any Chapel Down wine?” The man in suit asked with a bright smile, taking a seat on one of the stool in front of the counter. “Oh sorry, sir, but we don’t have any English wine.” The bartender informed solemnly with a sweat drop. “I see, pity...” The man in suit trails off quite dejectedly before smiling again brightly. “Then bring me some Zinfandel!” The bartender immediately went to grab the ordered wine, without any pause he immediately found the wine he was looking for and grabbed an empty glass as he removed the wine’s cork with an evident pop then poured the liquid into the glass in just a short moment before sliding the glass towards the formal looking man. “Thank you.” The man expressed in delight as he grabbed the glass and sipped carefully. He put the now half-empty glass in the counter in a decorous manner. “Anyways, you must be wondering why I am dressed like this.” The bartender blinked several times before nodding quite hesitantly. “Yeah, we don’t see people wearing suits like you every year, in fact it’s rare.” “Understandable, this is a small town in the countryside, it is expected there will be few... or hardly any visits from people of my taste...” He trailed off again to sip from the glass then putting it down. “... Of my kind.” He smiled, although it gave the bartender creeps. The man in suit gave an expression that something to click in his mind and he shook his head slowly. “Where are my manners, allow me to introduce myself, I am (y/n). I consider myself a man who interested in the... unusual, like me.” He adjusted his tie and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh-huh...” The bartender was confused on why this man would suddenly introduce himself for whatever reason. “Anyways, young man, I want to know... this town, Crystal Lake Town, has experienced several... unfortunate events. Can you confirm it for me and judging from your current occupation, I believe this bar is your grandfather’s...” Without blinking, (y/n)’s eyes shifted slowly to a small picture hanging from the wall and gestures his hands wide out in a calm and collected manner. “And if this is your grandfather’s he probably may had some interesting stories he told you?” “...Y-yeah? This town does have some horrible history since my grandpa went into so much detail telling it.” The bartender stuttered and he was hesitating to answer. (y/n) smiled actively, clasping his palms together. “Then let us start first with the killing spree in 1979, I heard that seven people were killed, two months later the sole survivor of that spree vanished and presumed dead. Is this true?” “Y-yes.” A small moment of silence ensues, the ticking sound of the clock on the wall echoed through the silent wooden walls of the bar. (y/n) hummed eerily, he stretched his arms up with a small moan. “Alright, second... in 1984, the largest killing spree took place in which no more than thirty-five people were killed over the course of one week.” He then stretched his arms sideways. “Yeah... I-I also heard that the murderer was also ‘killed’ a-at least that’s what they believe.” The bartender was starting to get uneasy for he wasn’t did not like the topic at all. (y/n) raised a brow with a smirk. “Oh... I see... Moving on to the third, in 1994, eighteen people were killed in Forest Green... And a few years later, fifteen more people were killed in two lake shore cabins... And then in 1997 nearly the entire graduating senior high class of Lakeview High School was lost at sea heading for New York City. Are these all correct?” “Y-yeah, they a-are spot on...” The bartender felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead, he can’t put it into words but the presence of the man talking to him right now was giving him some horrible feelings. (y/n) started tapping the wooden counter with one finger all of the sudden and syncing it with the ticking sound of the clock in a spine-chilling manner. (y/n) hums as he grabs his glass of wine, shaking it slightly and watching the liquid whirl around inside the glass. “And one last question, do you know who is the killer? Also, I hear that more killings are occurring although far less than before. Unfortunately, a senior high class of about twenty students has arrived at Camp Crystal Lake and Packanack Lodge just this morning and will stay for then night, you don’t assume they won’t be killed-” “I don’t know! I-I’m sorry, sir! B-but I can’t d-discuss these events any further.” The bartender walked out of the counter and grabbed (y/n) by the shoulders, making the formal looking man stand up from the stool and gesturing him to walk out of the bar. “M-maybe you can ask t-the authorities and-“ (y/n) stopped the young bartender by raising his hands. “Calm down, young man, I believe this isn’t something you should too afraid of.” He puts his hands over the bartender’s shoulders. “Panicking simply because the topic is unpleasant will not help you in any way.” He steeled his hand over the bartender’s shoulders to calm him down. “Shhh... Now, now, I am sure you won’t be a victim of the town’s infamous killer.” He serenely said with a soothing smile. “You don’t have to be afraid, muster your courage, will you? And that isn’t the proper attitude to show to your customer.” “I-I’m sorry, sir.” The young bartender hung his head down in shame and embarrassment. “Oh, it’s alright young man...” (y/n) giggled as he gave a bright and joyful smile, he grabbed the bartender’s hat to remove it and ruffled his hair. “Anyways, I express my gratitude for your cooperation.” “You’re welcome, si-“ The young bartender was cut short when his head was twisted around for about 180 degrees with a loud, hair-raising sound of his neck snapping which resonated from the wooden walls of the bar. The bartender’s entire body shook and went rigid for a moment before going completely limp. The body fell to the floor with a loud thud, the head disturbingly twisted around as the corpse lay into the ground without any movement. Silence ensues, with the only sound being the eerie ticking sound of the clock that echoed eternally inside the bar, followed by calm and relaxed footstep. (y/n) looked at the hat on his hand, turning it upside down multiple times to examine it as he once again hummed amusingly with a malicious smirk and narrowed deranged eyes. He ambled back at the corpse lying still on the floor and put the hat on top of the corpse’s twisted head in a courtly manner, almost as if mocking. (y/n) chuckled dementedly, running a hand through his striking (h/c) hair. “You have a nice hat though...” (y/n) walked back towards the counter, looking at his glass still has some small amount of wine left in it, he picked it up and drank what’s left of it. He heaves a long sigh of pleasure, he saw the bottle of wine still out of its cabinet, he looked back at the corpse and giggled. He reached out for the bottle and poured more wine into his glass to drink more. “In fairness... I already know the name of the killer... Jessica Voorhees... But I only asked to confirm this place.” He raised his left arm on chest level to look at his wristwatch. He let out another sigh but kept a smirk. “Still too early to go to the Camp Crystal Lake and Packanack Lodge...” He glanced back at the corpse as he sipped wine, he clicked his tongue and darted his eyes out in the windows. He trod towards the door and flipped the sign from “We’re open” to “We’re close” before pulling down the curtains. “I might as well close the bar down before anyone can find this lifeless body which I am going to hide it in the trash where it belongs.” He approached the corpse as he leaned down towards it and examined it like it is some art. He cupped his chin as his mind wandered off to how Jessica Voorhees murders the poor souls of those who enter Camp Crystal Lake and he couldn’t help but laugh sadistically at the imaginations that were currently going in his mind. “Oh Jessica... I am going to take my time meeting you.” He stood up straight and ambled back at the counter, grabbing his glass to swill down some wine. “In the meantime, I will savour the taste of all the wine in this bar.” He laughs like a psycho as he proceeds to enjoy the drink he was having. 2025 Hours Camp Crystal Lake Rhythmical chirps of crickets resonated through the uncanny and murky forest around the lake, the stars in the sky twinkled and the full moon shone brightly in the middle of the dark sky but wasn’t enough to bring anyone that goes to the forest some comfort or any reassurance that they will be safe there. The wind softly blew through the forest but was enough to make all the dead leaves fly away and rustle in such an uncomfortable tone and the air felt so cold and strangling, the tall and slender trees looked horrifying in the dark, like one of those horror stories where a tree can come to life and drag any living being to its hungering maws. The quiet waves of the lake can be heard smashing silently either to the steep slopes and rocks or simply washing off into small and narrow beaches. A poor unfortunate man can be seen trudging in the dark woods without anyone else to accompany or even watch over him from afar, he looked so drunk and wasted due to the part he has some alcoholic drink in his hand and his lethargic walk. Tears were also flowing from his eyes and on his cheeks for he was wailing, stomping and kicking anything he could on the dirt like a child berated by his parents, judging from his eyes he might have been crying for several minutes or even an hour already. However, he looked like about eighteen years old, and can guess that is perhaps going through some young adult problems that can be seen nowadays like getting rejected or dumped by your love interest. A few more minutes have passed and his tears finally depleted, going quiet but continued to plod deeper into the woods without any second thought, as if he wasn’t conscious of his own actions and letting the alcohol take command of his entire nerve system. As he was dragging his feet into the dirt, he tripped into a tree root that is emerged from the ground, his face planted into the dirt first causing his nose to break and making him scream out in pain momentarily. He groaned as he stood up and attempted to regain his balance, he shook his head a bit as he rubbed his broken nose. Then something caught his eye’s attention; a small shack with rusting, decaying and battered metals as its foundation, walls and roof that looked like it was made up from different parts of different buildings, it was poorly built almost to the point it can collapse any moment from a strong rain. The shack was dimly yet noticeably illuminated by the bright moonlight. The man narrowed his eyes and attempted to observe the shack more keenly, he took one step forward, only for a blade of an axe went slicing through the top of his head with a loud sickening sound of flesh and bone getting sliced cleanly. The blade of the axe went gruesomely deep that the cutting edge was only a mere inch away from the chin, any further and it may literally split the head into two. The axe was then withdrawn roughly, causing the massive gash on the corpse’s head to spatter out large amount of blood while slumping into the ground, creating a pool of fresh blood which slightly reflected the moonlight. A long deep sigh can be heard faintly near the corpse as the wind blew and whistled again through the woods. “Oi Gaz! Where are ya’?!” A loud male voice called out not too far from the location where the corpse is. “You better not be drinkin’ the hell out of here!” The person calling out let out a shaky sigh, darting his eyes everywhere, despite the bright moonlight the forest was still giving him shivers. “Fuck, these trees are givin’ me the creeps.” He wondered out quite loudly as he continued to amble towards deeper into the woods. He stepped on several twigs which all snapped faintly and almost echoed through the eerily silent woods, but that didn’t bother him as he was under the impression that no one else is in here except his friends and classmates. His breathing was ragged and his arms wrapped around him as means to warm him up amidst the cold air of the night. The chirping noises of the crickets around slowly become so loud and unbearable, the man momentarily puts his hands over his hears to deafen the horrible noise being emitted around him. A few more moments the noisy crickets abruptly stopped chirping and nearly everything around him went silent except for the leaves rustling from the wind. At first he raised a brow of suspicion but later he shrugged it off as he continued his search for his friend. From the distance, he saw something that is still and rigid lying in the ground. The man narrowed his eyes and he noticed the thing was wearing some fabric, perhaps clothes of some kind, but he couldn’t identify clearly as the full moon was obstructed by dark clouds that moved in. With his curiosity taking over, he decided to walk closer then he felt something walked up behind him with heavy footsteps, he turned around to the right only to feel something go numb on his right side. Syncing with the clouds moving out of the moonlight and radiated through the woods, the man saw his right arm go flying up to the side with blood spewing out from the clean cut where his arm was sliced off. In mere seconds, a huge wave of agonizing pain flickered thr
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