Jason's POV

My name is Jason Vandercamp. I thought I had a fairly normal life. Minor depression but that was okay, until I killed my mother. My first victim, ah happy memories. It was a normal day, I went to school, was bullied, then went home. Went home to my mother fucking someone else. I knew my parents had problems but my mother cheated on my father like a filthy slut! They noticed me walk in.

"Jason? Is that you? Oh my god honey, I'm so sorry you had to see that!"

I walked into the kitchen, silently. She was going to pay. I pulled out the knife drawer and settled on a cleaver. The other man had already left the house, one less person to deal with now. My mother was in a robe, sitting on the couch.

"Jason, I'm sorry you had to see that, but please don't tell your Dad. If he ever found out-"

I rammed the cleaver in her head and split it all in half, blood, brain, skull everywhere and on my shirt. I enjoyed every minute of this though.

"That's what you get for cheating on Dad!" I yelled as I started cutting up her other parts

After most of her body wasn't connected anymore, I looked at what I had done. Blood, brain, bones everywhere, yet I felt nothing. Except, joy. I liked the feeling of killing, I liked seeing her completely mangled on the floor. I needed this feeling more. I decided the best way was to skip town completely, start somewhere new. I grabbed necessary supplies, food, water, assorted knives, and got into my car to leave. I drove for a long time until I made it to a small town in Oregon, Gravity Falls. I'll start my new life here, and murder the whole town!

"Oh, yes! This will be fun!"

But that was a year ago now, and have had about 20 victims since, each with a more creative death than the last. I had mostly stayed in the shadows, living in my car near the water tower. Teens came around sometimes to either spray paint a giant muffin on the water tower or just hang around and drink. I usually didn't let them live. Although this was fun, I decided to move into the woods 6 months later. I found out later that I was close to a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack, run by Stan Pines, some cheapskate con artist, and his great niece and nephew. I decided that I needed money, so why not take down the Pines? If I could kill them, I could have it all again, and blame Stan! That was what I was going to do.

"Mwahaha!"