Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Scooby-Doo characters, or any of the characters from Friday the 13th. Any new characters are invented by me.
PROLOGUE:
In 1957, a young boy named Jason Voorhees attended Camp Crystal Lake. That summer, while the camp counselors were in the cabins, making love, Jason was alone in the lake. The only problem was, Jason couldn't swim. The young boy drowned that day, and hardly anybody noticed or cared. Jason's mother, Pamela Voorhees, on the other hand, cared a great deal. She tried to murder all of the camp counselors in order to prevent the camp from ever opening again. However, Pamela met her end when she was decapitated by the last of the camp counselors. Everyone was safe again. Until, a few years later, when Jason rose from his watery grave and began to murder anyone in the area he could. He has been stopped for the most part, but sometimes, out of nowhere, the murders just start happening again…..
Theme Song:
Scooby-Dooby-Doo
Where are you?
We got some work to do now
Scooby-Dooby-Doo
Where are you?
We need some help from you now
Come on, Scooby-Doo
I see you
Pretending you got a sliver
You're not foolin' me
'Cause I can see
The way you shake and shiver
You know we got a mystery to solve
So, Scooby-Doo get ready for your act
Don't hold back
And Scooby-Doo if you come through,
You're gonna have yourself a Scooby Snack
That's a fact
Scooby-Dooby-Doo
Here are you
You're ready and you're willin'
If we can count on you
Scooby-Doo
I know we'll catch that villain!
Chapter One
In New Jersey, at Camp Crystal Lake, there were about 11 people outside near the cabins, sitting at a campfire, talking amongst each other, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and laughing. They were in they're late teens, early twenties.
They had been there checking the camp out. They are to be the new camp counselors for the summer.
One of the teens, Johnny stood up. He is tall, average weight, with long, curled, dirty blonde hair, wearing a white, plaid t-shirt, over a Ramones t-shirt.
Everyone stopped talking as he rose the beer bottle in his hand up, and began to speak.
"Alright! Next week, we're gonna be open for business!" he said.
All of the others cheered, and some held up their drinks in agreement.
"No, but seriously. This camp has been closed and opened like, What? 5 times?" Johnny continued.
He and the others laughed. It was obvious none of them believed in the stories.
"All because people believed in that one guy? What's his name?" Johnny asked.
A girl, named Heather, who was Johnny's girlfriend, spoke out.
"Jason Voorhees." she said.
"That's right, babe. Jason Voorhees." Johnny said, pointing toward Heather. "Did you all know that this kid drowned here, back in '57?"
Some of the counselors whisper stuff like, "Oh, Jeez" "Dang". Johnny nods his head.
"Yeah." he said before taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah, poor, little Jason died here. All because, some of the counselors weren't payin' no attention. And guess what? He came back to life!"
A few of the counselors giggled, while others looked on in curiosity.
"Uh-huh, and every time, he starts killing every kid in the area. Running around in a hockey mask, and carrying a machete." Johnny continued. "So, next week, when the kids get here, make sure to tell them, that if they see him, they should come see me."
The counselors laughed again.
A boy named Wayne stood up, looking angered. He was a rather large boy. Tall and muscled with dark, short hair.
"Shut up!" he shouted. Everyone stopped laughing, and looked at him as if he was crazy.
"You guys are all idiots, you know that?" he added. "Don't you understand? By talking about Jason, you're going to bring him back. That's how it always starts! The story gets out, then all of a sudden, people get murdered."
The others looked at Wayne. Could he actually think this Jason guy was for real?
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Wayne. Are you saying you believe in that stupid legend?" Johnny asked.
"It's not a legend, dawg, alright? It's true." Wayne answered.
A girl named Tawny decided to speak out.
"What? You mean, like, you've seen him?" she asked
"…Well, no. But I know he's out there." Wayne hesitated to say.
"Yeah, along with Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny." Tawny mocked.
The counselors laughed again, humiliating Wayne. Johnny walked over and stood next to him.
"Yeah, you know what? I think maybe Wayne's right." he said.
One of the other counselors, named Justin, got up from his seat and slowly snuck up behind Wayne.
"I think Jason is out there." Johnny said, making Wayne feel nervous.
Johnny then looked behind Wayne's shoulder and started to fake a scared face.
"What is it?" Wayne said, frightened.
Johnny pointed his finger behind Wayne's shoulder.
"Behind you!" he shouted.
Suddenly, Justin snuck up from behind Wayne, and grabbed his shoulder. Wayne jumped and turned around, just to see it was just Justin.
While everyone else found this amusing and funny, Wayne was not impressed. Justin and Johnny high fived each other like a couple of kids.
"You're such jerks." Wayne said.
"Come on, Wayne. Learn to take a joke." Johnny said laughing.
"You'll be sorry." Wayne added looking around at the other counselors. "You'll all be sorry."
He walked away from the campfire, and went over to his cabin. He gave everyone a final death look before going in. Taking Wayne's statement lightly, Johnny turned back to the counselors, and bowed.
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is called an overreaction." he said.
The counselors laughed again as Justin and Johnny went back to their seats.
Johnny sat down next to Heather.
"You know, you're lucky he didn't kick your ass." she said.
"The Gentle Giant? No way, the guy would never hurt nobody. He's too soft." Johnny posited.
Heather leaned in closer to Johnny, and stared at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you really think he believes in that Jason guy?" Heather asked.
"Naw, Wayne's just screwin' with us."
"What if the murders do start happening again?"
"Don't worry. I'll be here to protect you."
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled at him as he made a silly giggle.
"You're drunk." she said.
"Yeah. A little bit." Johnny laughed slightly
"So, when are your friends supposed to be getting here?"
"He said first thing in the morning. If you're scared, they can make sure nothing 'weird' happens."
Johnny noticed Heather looked worried. She needed some reassurance.
"Don't worry, Heather. They're just legends, remember? What could happen?"
A few hours later, when everyone was in their cabins asleep, outside, a dark figure stood, in the chilly night holding a machete. He walked over to one of cabins and quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
In the bed, two counselors were cuddled together as they slept. The dark figure slammed the door shut, waking both the two counselors.
"What the hell?", the boy said, alarmed.
He turned over and flicked the lamp on. The girl screamed in horror, as they saw, a drenched, dirty looking man, in dark clothes, wearing a hockey mask. Jason Voorhees.
As Jason stepped closer to the bed, the girl got up and ran past him and out of the room, while the boy just sat there, staring in fear at the figure.
Without either of them saying a word, Jason plunged the machete into the boy's stomach. The boy shrieked as Jason ripped the blade back out. The boy continued groaning in pain, and tried to keep his guts from falling out, before he fell off the bed and began bleeding to death. Jason turned around and headed back outside to find the girl.
Somewhere in the woods, the girl ran farther and farther away until she couldn't run anymore. She started to hide behind a tree, while panting heavily from the running. She calmed herself a little, and looked around the place, and taking deep breaths as she studied her surroundings.
After a few seconds, her heart finally stopped pounding. She wanted to know if the coast was clear, so she turned around from the tree, to make sure no one was there. But suddenly she saw Jason running towards her. She screamed as Jason swung the machete like a baseball bat, and cut her head off as the blade collided with the tree.
