Among the old forest lies a camp. A camp named after the town it lay in. A town named after the lake in the center of it. The lake that the camp lies upon.

That town is called Forest Green now.

But once, it was called Crystal Lake.

And though the town will never again be called Crystal Lake… the lake itself, nor the camp that surrounds it, can ever escape the name.

For Crystal Lake is a name, bathed in blood.

On Friday, July 13th, 1943… a child was born. The child was named Jason Voorhees.

The child was born with heavy deformities… so much so, that the nurses and doctors who first laid eyes upon it nearly fainted out of shock.

But Jason's mother, Pamela, loved her son unconditionally. And without fear.

Growing up, Jason was the victim of immense, cruel bullying. Even more so than what is normal for the average bully. This was due, obviously, to his unfortunate birth defects.

But he had one friend, whom he had always cherished. A girl, by the name of Lacey Whittaker.

Lacey was kind, even for a child. And she never judged Jason for what was out of his control.

"Come on, Jason! The park's empty today!"

"I *huff* need a *huff* minute! *huff*"

"It's okay, take your time."

"Thanks, Lacey."

In 1952, before Jason's birthday, when he was still 8 years old, he drowned. Pushed into the famed Crystal Lake by numerous bullies while the teen councilors distracted themselves with sexual activities. Pamela, whom was the camp cook, and Lacey, who attended the camp with her friend, were unable to save Jason.

Lacey was forever broken, and she found herself unable to truly process Jason's death.

As for Pamela, her son's death sparked a psychotic desire inside her. An urge for vengeance. An urge that can only be felt by a mother, who's had her child viciously ripped away from her.

First came the fires, in an attempt to prevent the camp from reopening.

And then the murders.

In time, Camp Crystal Lake received the name that was a staple to it's history.

Camp Blood.

Sometime between the precursor murders, and the events of 1982, Pamela Voorhees used the Necronomicon Ex Mortis.

The Book of the Dead, which a one Ashley J. Williams fought hard to hide.

In 1982, Alice Harding and group of teens, along with one head councilor, were sent to prep the camp for reopening once more, despite the warnings of the local cook known as Crazy Steve.

One by one, every single one of her friends and coworkers were murdered, until only Alice remained, confronted directly by Pamela Voorhees herself, who by this point had already spiraled deep into a psychotic, hallucinatory frenzy.

On this night, Alice Harding beheaded Pamela Voorhees.

And in doing so, she created one of the most dangerous killers on the face of the planet.

Jason Voorhees had returned… just in time to watch his mother's death.

In the years to come, Jason Voorhees would take up the mantle of his mother, claiming Crystal Lake as his own territory, even after it was renamed.

In 1983, a year after Pamela's death, Alice Harding returned to Camp Crystal Lake to face her trauma.

She was the first of a chain of murders that occurred over the next couple of days. Jason slaughtered many.

On the third day of his deadly spree, after he was reported dead, Jason Voorhees was finally put down again, by a child named Tommy Jarvis.

But the black magic remained.

Haunted by his experience, and driven to paranoia, Tommy returned ten years later to Jason's grave, hoping to burn his body.

His actions, no matter how well intentioned, created a monster more horrifying than Alice Harding ever could've.

Jason returned from the dead once more, at Tommy's hand.

Only, now, he was no longer just back from the dead.

He was a revenant.

A vengeful spirit, returned the dead to exact vengeance.

In the years to come, Jason Voorhees would reclaim his home, and would silence any poor attempts at reopening the old camp in the only way he knew how.

Slaughter those who'd dare tressass upon his land.

Whereas children were never touched by the monster, teens and adults who entered and managed to survive always left scarred, truamatized by the horrors, with stories of the monster who slaughtered their friends.

Jason Voorhees was a killer.

And he was the most powerful creature on the face of the Earth.

Many attempted to kill him. Tommy Jarvis. Tina Shepherd. Frederick Krueger. Jedediah Sawyer. Ashley J. Williams. Even a young woman by the name of Cassie Hack.

Every single one failed.

Though incapacitated, Jason Voorhees could no longer be killed.

And after the deeds were done, he'd return to his shack in Crystal Lake, so that he could rest.

But no one knew that the inner machinations of Jason Voorhees were not that of a monster.

But of a scarred man, with child-like impulses, and a cruel hate for strangers who dare tresspass on his land instead of leave him alone.

But there were others, in the multiverse. Others in the vast cosmos who would observe Jason in his habitat, his peaceful nature, unperturbed by the ones who would always trespass upon what he saw as his land.

They saw a peaceful hermit. A scarred man who simply wanted to be left alone.

But one took interest.

For even among other words, Jason was exceedingly powerful.

And one particular being took note of this… with great interest.

So when Jason returned to his shack to rest, after a peaceful day of observing the lake, he could never have known the adventure that awaited him once he'd fallen asleep.


Jason had seen many things in his time. He was over seventy-three years old, so it would be very odd if he hadn't.

But even he had never seen something like this.

A hellish landscape greeted his dreams, a vivid one at that. Crimson jagged rocks and black pools obscured his vision of the starry purple sky, the moon being completely shattered as it rested above.

It was a site that Jason had never seen.

"So… this is the revenant that terrorizes Earth… the one known as Jason Voorhees."

Jason was more than experienced with dream demons, and the voice, mixed with the vividness of the dream, was more evidence than Jason could've needed.

Spinning on his feet, his machete was gone from his sheeth and gripped in his hand within seconds as he glared at the source of the voice.

But even he was unsure of the being… the creature… of which he laid his undead eyes upon.

A black dragon of sorts, a purple hue along it's edges as it's crimson eyes seemed to stare into Jason's soul.

"Oh please, put that away, it will do you no good against me."

Jason didn't listen, but he did glare at the creature, completely unintimidated

The creature sighed. "Oh, whatever. If it makes you feel better…" He taunted as he began to slowly circle Jason. "I have a proposition for you."

Jason's eyes never left the creature in front of him, turning to keep his eyes on it at all times as it circled the revenant.

"I am the God of Darkness." The creature began, completely unintimidated by the man in front of him. "And the world with which I once ruled over with my brother has fallen into disarray… due to our actions."

Jason's never made any indication that he was listening, or that he'd even cared… but the God knew he had the man's attention, for he could see the ever so slight way his hand slacked around his weapon.

"A woman we sought to punish has proceeded to punish the decendents of those we left alive." The God explained, as Jason watched him carefully, his attention fully on the being that circled him. "And though my brother wishes to remain indifferent until called, I know that will never happen. So, instead, I wish to send another, to punish her." The God then turned his gaze to the man. "You."

Jason stared at the creature for a moment, unflinching, unmoving… unintimidated.

And then he sheathed his machete.

And the God of Destruction smirked.

"I'm aware that you much prefer to be left alone." The God revealed, to Jason's surprise. "Oh yes, I've kept watch over you. And I know of your wishes."

Under his mask, Jason's one remaining eye narrowed.

"Stop Salem's plans… stop her. And I will grant you all of your wishes." The God promised, turning towards Jason.

Jason watched as the God began to spasm and stretch, his limbs snapping in an ungodly way as he seemed to shrink down into a more humanoid form, all the while, never leaving his speech unimpeeded.

"No more hiding your face… being restored to your living form… no more deformities…"

The promises the creature was making… they were speaking to Jason.

But Jason had been fooled in the past plenty of times… more than he'd care to admit.

He would always be careful of the deals he took.

"I can fix these problems… if you do as I ask." The God spoke finally. "Though, should it take too long, I will send you an ally… one to help you in your quest. Though, my promises will remain in place."

Finally, the good stood in front of Jason, in a humanoid form with dear antlers, though still the same purple and black color, hand offered to the revenant as his crimson eyes burned into Jason's soul.

Jason looked at the hand for a moment.

And then he shook his hand.

Even if none of this were true… and he was being fooled…

Something told him that when all was said and done, the creature in front of him would put him down for good.

And then, finally, the true peace that he'd been robbed of for so long would be his.

So, without firm resolution, Jason shook the hand firmly as he stared right back at the God of Darkness.

The God smirked. "Look for the one known as Ruby Rose… you are to be her guardian." The God instructed. "You will protect her from the forces that wish to kill her… to use her. And in doing so, you will help the one my brother calls Ozma, revived behind my back, stop the wench known as Salem."

Jason looked at the God for a moment, before he nodded his head.

He understood.

The God of Destruction looked at Jason. "Ozma goes by the name of Ozpin at this point in time." He informed the revenant. "He will try to keep it hidden, and he will be on guard… but he will have no choice but to accept your help when you reveal what you know."

Jason nodded once more in understanding.

The God himself nodded, and then took a step back, holding out his hand.

"Go. Step through the portal, and you will be on the world of Remnant, within walking distance of young Ruby Rose." He explained. "She is going through an initiation at the moment… but if I've timed this right, you will intervene and save her life."

Jason turned his gaze from the God to the portal in front of him, before taking a breath.

And he stepped through the portal.

As the portal behind him closed, Jason observed his surroundings.

Forest. Grass. Daylight.

The forest was more lush, and looked a lot more vibrant than Jason's own home, and it struck the revenant, who tilted his head as he admired the place.

But he didn't stay still for long.

He had a job to do.

In the distance, he heard a shrill shriek, a sound that sounded so inhuman, a sound Jason had never heard before.

Deciding that investigating the noise would be his best bet, Jason began walking.

And when the shriek sounded out once more, Jason's hand met his machete's hilt as he pulled it from his sheath.

But something was off.

Looking down at his beloved weapon, Jason's eye widened as he examined it.

It was clean. Completely free of rust and the years worth of blood that stained it.

But more than that… it was different.

It felt… Jason was unsure of how to describe it, but he had the inkling that the God of Darkness had tampered with his machete without the revenant's knowledge.

All Jason could hope for was that it wasn't the first sign that he was being toyed with.


Ruby Rose had always wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps. Like her mom, she wanted to be a huntress. To fight the Grimm, save lives… help people in a way that police couldn't.

In doing so, she wanted to train at Beacon.

She was already two years away from graduating from Signal Academy and moving onto the prestigeous school when she'd encountered famed thief Roman Torchwick at her favorite weapons store, From Dust Till Dawn. She'd never expected that encounter to result in her meeting Professor Opzin himself, the headmaster of Beacon Academy.

Nor did she expect to end up attending the school.

She was more than happy when Opzin offered her the chance to attend Beacon two years early. She knew she'd have to pass the entrance exam still, but the offer was too good to pass up.

She could take on a horde of beowolves, no problem, and she could fight off a group of thugs easily, as she displayed in her encounter with Torchwick.

But both a deathstalker and a nevermore alone were much more difficult. One of each at once?

Ruby had wanted to prove herself to her partner, Weiss Schnee, and had attempted to take out the deathstalker.

Instead, she was pinned by her cloak, struggling helplessly to free it from a nevermore feather as the deathstalker approached her with the intent to kill.

She could vaguely hear Yang's voice in the distance, but she had no clue what her older was saying, as she could barely make out anything over the sound of the approaching deathstalker and the sound of her heard thumping in her ears.

She looked on in horror at the giant scorpion, hissing, snapping it's claws as it reared it's stinger back, the deadly appendage poised to strike the trapped huntress.

All Ruby could do was close her eyes, and wait for the deathstalker to either impale her, or crush her, waiting for the painful attack of the monster who intended to kill her.

A horrifying howl echoed through Ruby's ears, but it was not accompanied by a burning amount of pain, as she'd expected. Instead, she listened, her eyes still clenched shut, as the deathstalker wailed, hissed, and growled, as if something was preventing it from completing it's goal.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Ruby finally brought herself to open her eyes and look at what was happening.

And her eyes shot wide as she took in the site in front of her.

A man, someone tall, someone… intimidating, was standing in front of her. In his right hand, Ruby could easily see a machete, clean, the sun gleaming off the silver blade.

But in his right hand… he held the deathstalker's stinger in place by the tip.

The screeching of the deathstalker was because it was struggling to free itself of from the grasp of the man, its tail flailing wildly even though the stinger wasn't moving at all.

It was as if someone had let concrete dry around it's stinger, the man's grip was so strong.

The man was completely utterly silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard coming as he looked at the deathstalker.

And then, the man turned to look at Ruby.

And the huntress couldn't help the shiver of fear that ran through her.

Despite it being broad daylight, the hockey mask completely concealed the man's face, the three red chevrons upon the white chipped paint giving the mask a worn look. Not even the holes in it illuminated anything. The only thing Ruby could see from behind the mask is a single eye, staring at her through the mask.

Only the machete looked clean and new. The man's green button up was torn and shredded, but it was still an acceptable clothing item, leaving the man's chest almost completely covered. The extremely faded pants were once a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of dark brown, faded, almost black workboots were upon the man's feet. A brown utility belt sat upon his waist, wrapping around the edge of his shirt which came down and covered the top of his jeans. His hands were covered by a pair of black, fingerless gloves.

But it was the man's appearance that struck Ruby.

His skin, what she could see of it anyway, had a dark, rotted appearance, giving Ruby the feel of a corpse. His broad shoulders neatly complimented a large, muscled physique.

All in all, the man gave off an aura of power and menace, and Ruby felt as if she would make a grave mistake, ever angering the man in front of her.

The man's eye seemed to silently examine her, before he turned his attention back towards the deathstalker.

Seemingly done with it's screeching, the man brought his machete, slicing through the base of the stinger with lightning speed and marksman precision, a terrifying combination.

The deathstalker screeched in agony as it lost it's stinger, it's tail now flailing wildly as the stump sprayed blood all over the place.

Without a word, the man approached the deathstalker without fear, dropping the stinger sheathing his machete, to Ruby's confusion.

Only to watch in disbeleif as the man slammed his fist into the deathstalker's skull, completely and utterly annihilating it as he punched a hole through the hardened bone plates and into the creature's soft shell.

And the scary thing?

He did it all with ease.

Ruby's attention was pulled away from the powerful man in front of her, however, when another screech sounded out through the forest. Not from a deathstalker though, but from the nevermore that she and Weiss had hitched a ride on.

Her attention snapped towards the creature, which was circling around the area, it's piercing red eyes on it's targets: Her and her savior the ones it saw as the easiest prey: Ruby and her unexpected savior.

Ruby let out a yelp of surprise when he cape was suddenly freed, causing her to tumble to the ground with a grunt.

She spun around to face her savior, just in time to see him throw the massive nevermore feather towards its owner with horrifying ease.

"Ruby!"

Whatever happened to the nevermore, she didn't get to see it before her vision was suddenly filled with the worried face of her sister, Yang Xiao Long.

"Are you okay?!" Yang asked, going into a sort of mama hen mode as she examined Ruby worriedly. To the Reaper's chagrin.

"Yang, I'm fine!" Ruby grumbled, thankful for her sister's caring attitude, though more than annoyed at being fawned over like she had a habit of. "I'm fine!"

With a relieved sigh, Yang pulled Ruby even closer, hugging her sister tightly. "Don't ever do anything like that again!" She ordered.

"Got it!" Ruby rasped out as Yang's strength practically squeezed the life out of her. "Can't breathe!"

Hearing her words, Yang quickly let go of Ruby, apologizing sheepishly. "Sorry."

It was then that the mystery man made himself known once more, walking up to the two of them with a terrifying silence, catching Yang's attention.

"Who are you?" Yang asked as she turned to the mystery man, more than weary at his appearance.

Turning around at Yang's words, Ruby spotted her savior, and she couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, it's you." She said softly.

The mystery man nodded, never saying a word, which admittedly didn't help Ruby's nervousness.

Ruby gulped. "Um… thanks for the save…" she said, smiling slightly as she looked at her savior. "I've never seen someone so strong… except maybe Yang."

The man shrugged with a tilt of his head, as if it were no big deal.

"Hey, you know this guy, sis?" Yang asked, looking at Ruby with a raised eyebrow.

Ruby shook her head. "Not necessarily… he saved me from the deathstalker." She explained, pointing a finger in the direction of the still fading corpse.

Yang glanced towards it, her eyes widening as she took in the site. "Wow… you really messed it up." She remarked as she glanced at the newcomer. "What's your name?"

The man tilted his head, but he didn't say anything.

After a few moments of silence, Ruby spoke uo. "Excuse me… what's your name?"

The man's gaze snapped towards Ruby, his head turning with such speed and fierceness that the sisters couldn't help but jump at the site.

"Ooookay…" Yang crawled out the words, looking at the man with an unnerved gaze. "That's creepy…"

The man glanced at the two for a moment, before he crouched down, looking down at the ground as he brought his finger towards the soil.

The two watched him dig his finger into the ground with ease, dragging it through the ground in a rather unknown pattern at first.

It didn't take them long before they began to realize that he wasn't carving a random pattern, but a word.

Specifically, a name.

In clunky, scratchy, jagged letters read the name.

JAsOn VoOrheES