Hi! I'm back! I promise because of my lack of faith… er wait, wrong movie! Because of my lack of motivation that I will update twice this weekend!
I also apologize for an OOC Jason, but honestly, and this coming from a Friday the 13th fanatic, I don't think you can really pair Jason up with anyone and not have OCC moments(:
Stay with me at the beginning. Yes, it is an OC but he won't be here very long at all.
And must I say, thank you to everyone who added this on their favorites and alerts and a special, awesomely awesome piece of mega cookie to all those who reviewed! I love every one of you in my own quirky way!
By the way! I don't know if I can write a smut scene ever in this story so don't really expect one, m'kay? Just expect extreme fluff.
"And get your homework done before you go to bed!"
"Of course, Auntie."
"Don't forget your medicine."
"Never, Auntie."
"No horror films either, Jaime!"
"Yes, Auntie."
"Alright then, have a good night. I'll be here in the morning."
"You to Auntie, bye now."
Jaime watched uncaringly at his unheard of obese aunt as she waddled out of the house the two shared to go to a convention of some kind that he had no interest in.
He'd been living with her for a couple weeks now and it proved what he believed it was going to be, a boring drab.
He wasn't ungrateful because he knew without her he would be in an orphanage somewhere but even on the ever famous Elm Street that wasn't living up to its hype; Jaime's new life considered stamp collecting as getting risky.
And it wasn't helping that she was homeschooling him because he had little to no interaction with kids his age.
The old beetle, rusted due to years of sitting out in the rain, pulled out slowly and putted down the abandoned road with the blonde woman concentrating so harshly on the path around her that she didn't see Jaime's half heartfelt wave.
He strolled idly to the bathroom, knowing that his aunt would count the medication, and threw two pills into the toilet as he had been for the past handful of days. He hated the lack of sleep and dreams.
He hoped he would find his parents loving embrace in the nights but the second he moved into the yellow brick house she started forcing them down Jaime's throat saying that he had to for the trauma.
From what he heard though, most of the people in town took them to avoid Freddy Krueger, the myth that everyone took so seriously that Jaime did not.
A man who invaded dreams to kill was hardly frightening.
It wasn't his fault but his horror flick fanatic parents that raised him on blood and guts instead of Bambi.
Just like instead of bedtime stories like Cinderella he got tales of Camp Crystal Lake where Jason Voorhees ran around, chopping teenage heads off in the name of his mom and virginity.
Digging around in the kitchen, Jaime found an almost gone bag of chips and a bottle of coke.
Popping the can open, he took a long swift drink of the cool, bubbly beverage, enjoying every last drop of the caffeine entering his body.
Taking a quick breather before licking his lips and guzzling the rest of the pop he made his way to the overly tidy living room.
Feet propped up on the glass coffee table with his bag of salty potato chips close at hand, Jaime flipped on through the stations until stumbling onto a movie involving much killing.
Settling with it he watched the inhuman man on the screen until his eyes began to droop with an unavoidable sleepiness that the pills had been keeping at bay.
He couldn't help but think of the town's dream killer as he drifted; perhaps that's what forced him into the red boiler room.
A dark chuckle came from a corner somewhere that Jaime couldn't pinpoint the moment he landed into this unknown horror site.
He panicked slightly, as anyone would in his situation.
The normally perfect vision he contained was blurred by the lights glaring in his eyes and the steam rolling off of the machines that were so close to his body that he swore he felt the heat leak off of them.
What did his parents instruct him to do with a serial killer? He couldn't remember for some reason.
They died not more than seven months ago and he couldn't recall something so important that they'd tell him every night.
He pictured their faces; his father's caring green eyes Jaime had inherited and his mom's soft, curly blonde hair that now sat atop of his head in a shorter cut.
Wait, this was a dream right? He could just wake up, right?
"Wrong!"
Spinning on his heels he met playful blue eyes, but not the flirty, fun time at the beach kind of playful.
The kind of eyes you see on killers who plague the news. Eyes that say they play with their food before they eat it.
"What's wrong kiddo? Cat got your tongue!"
"I don't want to die!" Jaime raised his hands over his fear stricken face, somehow forgetting that it wasn't going protect him from getting chopped up by the glove so carefully constructed for Freddy's hand.
'Come on, you know you can't kill him Krueger. Let's just use him to get out of here; I'm starving and Myers here keeps dozing off.'
"Shut up momma's boy! I've got me a tee…er. Where'd he go?"
'We lost him! Great! Now we're going to be stuck in this god forsaken boiler room until the next one falls asleep! Way to go for the gold crater face.'
"God Damnit Voorhees! Shut your dick sucking mouth before I cut the living shit out of you!"
The phrase, "Dick sucking" sent memories of previous camp violators to the masked machete wielder, leaving a silent rage within him.
Michael shrugged uncomfortably at Jason, 'Come on, lets just sleep in here tonight and maybe if we get lucky one of the kids will take a nap or something tomorrow.'
"He just doesn't want to be stuck here cuz I kicked his ugly ass all up in here!"
'All up in here? Really, Kruger? You couldn't think of anything else to say?'
"I'm going to fucking kill you Voorhees! I'm going to do it this time! No really! Stop snickering under that mask you ugly asshole!"
/Flashback/
"Who is this? And is that Fredrick? You're not welcome here! Jason! Kill them! Kill them now Jason! They're trespassing on our home!"
Michael, slightly nervous after seeing the bigger one slash at the burnt conversation intruder, looked the fellow quiet killer in the eyes pleadingly.
"Jason! Don't you hesitate young man! Momma's little baby boy doesn't hesitate, does he? No not my sweet pumpkin pie. Nu-uh!"
"Momma's… little boy? Pumpkin pie?" Freddy erupted loudly with laughter that caused the gash in his stomach squirt the thick blood of a dead man while Michael gave the camp killer a look of pity underneath his mask.
"Jason! Don't tell me you're just going to stand here and let them pass on to our home! This better not be the rebellious stage I read about in all those books when I was pregnant with you."
'Mom… Please! I've been doing this for decades; I think I can handle myself.'
"No, I don't think you can! You're just my baby Jay-bird; my baby Jay-bird needs his mommy!"
'Mom!'
/End Flashback/
Waking from his dream with a start only to find red lights burning what was left of his rotting corneas and Michael's heavy masked head on his burly chest, Jason inwardly grumbled.
A faint noise, that was a mix of a moan and sigh, only a fellow killer could hear escaped from the blue masked man's mouth.
'Off Myers.'
A slight stir and shift on Jason's stomach made the scratchy fabric of his shirt he had for ages glide in another direction on his skin.
'Can't… To tired. Go back to sleep.'
'You can and will.' Jason stood up, sending Michael off of him and to the ground.
After a little stumble, Voorhees kicked Freddy in the side as hard as his sleepy body could manage.
'Crater face! Up!'
"Shushh… Some of us are trying to… sleep..."
'Come on! I want to get out of here! I need to get out of here! Myers? Freddy! Get off your asses!'
"Okay! Just fucking shut up already! For someone who's supposed to be quiet you talk an ungodly amount."
Rolling over on his stomach, Freddy stood like a teenager with their first hangover.
Michael also got onto his two feet but with much more dignity.
'So, what's our plan for the day then?'
'I don't know. That's why we need Freddy to help us get out of this place. So, Freddy, what's the plan?'
Rubbing his eyes like a toddler in midst of a crying fit, Freddy mumbled something.
'What was that?'
"I don't fucking know, okay? I was stuck here for ages if you can get your tiny ass brain to work correctly to remember that Voorhees!"
'So? We're stuck?'
"Obviously dip shit! I just fucking said that! Unless that kid shows up again this is where we remain!"
'Don't take out your inability to think things through on Myers.'
"Or what? What are you going to do? Call your mommy up and tell her you want to go home cuz the mean old Kruger is picking on you? I'll say wha-"
'Shush! You hear that?'
A click sounded off in the distance, high above the ground they all were standing on.
"We got ourselves a visitor boys!"
Yay! I feel much better posting once again! So, no happy, cute, snuggleness between Jason and Michael YET! The fluff will arive... oh I promise you. It will come in great numbers. First they have to get out of the boiler room. And sorry for the OC but I stumbled on to the beginning of this and couldn't make myself delete as much as I wished to!
