The Alt Four in: This One Time At Camp Blood
by BloodySimpsonChibi
(Well here it is. The second story in the alt four saga and yes there will be more. I always wanted to make a fanfictions series that encompassed all the main horror franchises and I think I've finally got it. Just to clarify, this is meant to be kinda on the crackfic side of things so don't take things too seriously. With that being said, I hope you enjoy.)
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
No."
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"Sally I swear I will throw you into the water myself if you ask me one more goddamn time!" Penny hissed.
The scene girl sadly sank back into her seat as the bus made the final turn of its journey. She and her friends as well as several of their classmates had signed up to spend a week at Camp Diamond Pond to prepare it for its grand opening. Everybody would be paid by the day excluding Sunday and Saturday when they would arrive and leave respectively and the girls agreed sacrificing one week of their summer vacation would be worth it for some extra spending money. Apparently, a lot of other teens had the same idea.
"I'm, like, gonna get so many shots for my Instagram!" Pam beamed.
"You do know there won't be any Internet service there right?" Class nerd Nelly butted in from the back seat.
"You do know no attractive boy wants you right?" Pam retorted.
Nelly sank back to her seat in shame.
"I'm just excited to be closer to nature." The hippie girl Hera chirped as she turned to the two girls sitting behind her. "Right guys?"
"No anime for a week..." Octavia moaned in a deadpan tone while staring at nothing.
"No gaming for a week..." Gina muttered while wearing the same expression.
"Guess not..." Hera turned back.
"Hey! I think that's it!" Alex shouted as she pointed outside. Sure enough, outside the bus, everyone could see a beautiful blue lake surrounded by a great green forest. A settlement of cabins stood next to the lake and the bus parked in front of a giant sign that read "Welcome to Camp Diamond Pond: The Luckiest Camp on Earth! Standing underneath the sign was a blonde man wearing a camping uniform.
"Welcome to Camp Diamond Pond, everybody!" He greeted with an incredibly wide smile. "I sure hope you're ready for a fun-filled week of camp activities!"
"Oh brother," Penny muttered under her breath.
"I'm Scoutmaster Miller! I hope you enjoy your stay here at our lovely camp and don't forget, you're only as lucky as you feel! Now follow me! I'll show you the cabins where you'll be sleeping for the week." As Miller led the army of teens toward the camp, Ginger heard the caw of a crow and turned to see one perched on the sign. It seemed to stare at her with its beady black eyes for a moment before flying back into the woods.
"Come on Ginger! We'll be left behind!" Emily called. Ginger snapped back to reality and joined her friends as they made their way to camp.
For the most part, the week went rather smoothly without any major incidents. The teens would get up, shower, eat breakfast and perform whatever duties were required of them that day. After the day's work was done, they would spend the rest of the time until dinner having fun the best they could. Swimming in the lake, shooting arrows at the archery range, or simply pranking each other. (Pam and her friends had taken a liking to do this in particular) Most of the week passed like this and Thursday night found everyone gathered around a campfire telling ghost stories.
"And when the babysitter had gotten the kids out of the house and called the police, she called the dad back and asked what was going on. He simply said, "We don't have a clown statue!"
All eyes remained on Emily whose face reddened in embarrassment at the lack of impact her story was having.
"Ummm...Get it? Because the clown is actually a psycho who's been watching the kids...and he was standing there the whole time..."
Pam just scoffed. "We know dumbass! Everyone and their Grandma's heard that story before. Just stick with poetry next time, ok emo?"
The laughs Pam's words elicited caused the blushing Emily to hide her face in her hands.
Penny, groaning at the burned marshmallow at the end of the stick she was holding, turned to Ginger. "Why don't you tell one Ginger? You're great at freaking people out."
"Yeah!" Sally agreed with a mouthful of s'more.
Ginger glared at her friends for a moment but the atmosphere of the campfire as well as tomorrow's date did bring to her mind a story she had heard long ago so she nodded.
"Alright. I think I have one" She cleared her throat and waited for everyone to hush before she began. "Back in the 50s there was this camp very much like this one called Camp Crystal Lake. The camp's cook, Pamela Voorhees, had a son who was the whole world to her. The problem was, he was born super deformed and constantly picked on by the other kids at the camp."
"And my parents wonder why I don't want kids," Penny muttered as she chewed on her burned s'more.
"To this day, nobody knows if the boy was pushed into the lake by bullies or if he simply wanted to go swimming by himself but on one fateful day in 1957, Pamela's only son, her pride and joy, drowned."
There was a collective gasp from everyone around the campfire.
"Understandably, Mrs. Voorhees was distraught over the death of her son. There was a pair of camp counselors, a couple, who were supposed to be watching Jason but were off having sex instead when he died."
A few of the teens, including Emily, blushed when Ginger mentioned sex.
"Blaming them for the death of her son, Pamela butchered them both the next night, and the camp was forced to close. 23 years later, they tried to reopen the camp and that's when the massacre began!" Ginger shouted those last few words, startling some of the teens.
"Oh, brother." The unimpressed Pam yawned.
"One by one the counselors were murdered in brutal and painful ways until only one girl remained. That girl managed to save her own life by taking Pamela's. More specifically, she took her head." Ginger traced her finger across her neck with a slicing sound.
Sally, the story getting under her skin, tried to hug Penny for comfort only to be mercilessly shoved away.
"That should have been the end of the story and officially, it is."
Emily and Sally both breathe a sigh of relief.
"But there's one more twist to this morbid tale."
Both girls whimpered and hugged each other.
"In a cruel twist of fate, it turned out that Pamela's son had survived the drowning and had spent all that time living in the woods before seeing his mother killed that night." Ginger stopped as if to morn what befell the boy before continuing. "After he hunted down and killed the last survivor, he took his mother's severed head and made a shrine to it, vowing to kill anyone who dared to venture onto the grounds of the accursed camp. Legend has it that he's still there. Watching. Waiting for some poor soul to wander into his territory so he can murder them in the most horrible way imaginable. And his name..."
The goth grabbed her flashlight and shined it on her face. "..is Jason Voorhees."
Ki-ki-ki, Ma-ma-ma
"What the hell was that?" Penny asked as she looked around the forest from her seat.
"Well that was a fucked up story." Megan smiled. "Kudos."
"Oh please." Pam waved her hand dismissively. "That story was so dumb! How do you survive drowning?"
Ginger simply shrugged her shoulders and got up. "I think it's time we call it a night anyway. We still have to get up for work one more time before we blow this joint. Come on, guys." Emily, Penny, and Sally agreed and followed their goth friend into the woods as Pam watched in annoyance. Her own two cohorts, Peggy and Carla joined her.
"Who do those losers think they are? Acting like hot shit just because they can tell crappy stories." A mischievous smirk appeared on Pam's face. "Well I think it's time to teach them a lesson, don't you guys?"
"Alright!" Peggy shouted enthusiastically. "One more prank to end the week!"
Carla said nothing but popped her gum in response.
"Then let's go." The trio discreetly followed the four friends as everyone else made their own way back to camp.
"All plot holes aside, that was a good story." Penny complemented as she and her friends walked alongside the lake towards camp.
"Thanks," Ginger murmured happily.
"Where'd you hear it anyway?" Emily asked.
"Eh it's just some old legend I used to hear as a kid every once in a while. Supposedly, it took place on a Friday the 13th."
"Friday the 13th?" Sally asked. "What's that?"
"It's basically whenever the 13th day of any given month lands on a Friday," Emily explained. "It's supposed to be unlucky."
"Aww don't tell me you believe in that superstitious crap." Penny groaned.
"Why not? Ginger did say that's when the story took place." Emily argued.
"It's just a story! Right, Ginger?" Penny looked to Ginger who was simply looking at her. "Ginger? It's just a story right?"
"Well the whole deal with Jason kinda is but Camp Crystal Lake was a real place." The goth explained. "And a massacre really happened there."
"Wait a minute!" Emily croaked. "Isn't tomorrow a Friday the 13th?"
Ginger simply nodded.
"Oh my god!" Sally cried. "We're all gonna die!"
"Calm down you dumbass!" Penny barked. "Who cares what day it is tomorrow? Even if it's based on a real crime, Ginger's story was still just a story. Jason Voorhees isn't real!"
"And even if he was," Emily put a hand on her scared friend's shoulder. "We're at Camp Diamond Pond. Not Crystal Lake."
Sally sniffled. "Thanks, guys." She turned towards the body of water before them. "Although isn't this more of a lake than a pond?"
"Who cares?" Penny responded as she suddenly removed her jacket. "Either way, it makes the perfect place to skinny-dip!"
"What!?" The other three girls shouted collectively.
"What's wrong guys? Are you chicken or something?" Penny taunted her friends with clucking noises as she finished getting undressed and jumped into the lake.
"I-I'm no chicken! Wait for me Penny!" Sally disrobed as quickly as she could and jumped in after her friend. Emily, her cheeks as red as a fire truck, backed away while sheepishly grabbing one of her arms.
"I don't know guys. T-That water looks freezing. Plus, what if someone catches us?"
Penny and Sally were too busy splashing each other with water to hear her.
"Ginger! Please talk some...sense...into.." Emily trailed off, her blush now covering her entire face as Ginger, the girl of her dreams, removed the last article of black clothing from her now bare body.
"Don't be such a prude Emily." She chirped. "When are we gonna have another chance like this? Besides, it's almost midnight. No one will see us." With that, the goth joined her friends in the water. Emily took a few seconds to process what had just happened before removing her own clothes and jumping in the lake.
The old cabin creaked as the midnight winds blew through it. Inside the rotten hunk of wood, a large man stood before the mummified head of his beloved mother as it sat in its shrine.
"It's that time of year again Jason." Her voice spoke from inside his mind. "It's time to punish those filthy teens that did this to us!"
The hulking man nodded as he turned to a nearby table and prepared his supplies. He gathered knives, shivs, and all sorts of other cutting implements and packed them away on his belt. He grabbed his favorite weapon, his trusty machete, and slipped it into the holster on his right. The only item left on the table was a well-worn hockey mask. The man carefully lifted it up and placed it over his face. He always felt better when his face was covered. Ready for the next 24 hours, the man turned back to his mother's head.
"Kill them, Jason." The voice in his head cooed. "Kill them all."
"You don't think this lake has that brain-eating amoeba do you?" Ginger asked nonchalantly as she floated on the water's surface.
"Why couldn't you bring that up before we jumped in?" A mildly panicked Emily asked. Being as shy as she was, the emo teen mostly stayed in the same spot away from the others. This didn't deter Sally who dove down and swam toward Emily while she was distracted.
"Shark attack!" Sally shouted as she burst out of the water and tackled Emily.
"Ahh relax. That ommmba...thingy or whatever only lives in Texas, right Ginger." Penny asked.
"Sure. Whatever you say." Ginger uttered.
"Having fun girls?" A shrill but familiar voice spoke out to the girls from the shore. They all turned their attention to Pam and her friends who were glaring at them from the same spot where they had left their clothes.
"Pam?"
"Oh shit."
"Kyeee!" Emily dove even deeper into the water so that only the top of her head was above the surface.
"Hi, Pam!" Sally greeted warmly. "Wanna join us!?"
"No way. I hate unchlorinated water." The preppy teen leaned over and picked up Ginger and Emily's discarded clothes as her friends picked up the rest. "But we will be taking these. It's not like you're using them."
"Hey! Give those back!" Ginger demanded.
Pam only responded with a middle finger before she and her posse retreated into the woods with the clothes. The four friends sat dumbfounded in the water.
"Ummm...that didn't just happen did it?" Emily whimpered, feeling even more naked than before now that her clothes were out of reach.
"It did." Penny sighed. "And as much as it's gonna suck, there's only one thing to do about this."
Emily gulped as she knew what Penny meant.
"Let's get those bitches!"
Pam, Peggy, and Carla ran as fast as they could to the safety of their cabin and dumped the stolen clothes onto the bed. After the thieving trio caught their breath, they discussed what to do with their plunder.
"I say we throw them in the trash and watch those guys dig through the dumpster for them," Peggy suggested with a laugh.
Carla said nothing but gave her friend a thumbs up as a sign of approval.
"While I agree the trashcan is the only place these hideous things belong, I have a better idea. Well start a fire in the middle of the camp and burn them. Better yet, we'll go raid those freak's cabin for the rest of their clothes and burn everything in a huge bonfire!" Pam burst into laughter so intense that she fell to the ground holding her sides. As she got up and wiped a tear from her eye, however, she noticed neither of her friends joining her. "Guys?"
"I don't know." Peggy turned away. "There is such a thing as taking things too far you know?"
Carla responded with a thumbs down.
Pam simply scoffed. "Whatever! You guys are like no fun. Look, I'm gonna go powder my nose and then we'll discuss all the reasons I'm right." As Pam went to open the door, however, a hulking figure suddenly smashed it into pieces. All three girls screamed in horror as the hockey-masked figure forced its way into the cabin and stared down Pam with his one good eye.
"WH-WH-What d-do you w-want!?" Pam cried. "I-I-I have m-money!" The masked monster ignored her cries and pulled the machete out of his belt, lifted it up above the screaming teen, and with a single swing downward, embedded the tip of the machete into the floor. Pam stopped screaming and began bleeding from the entire middle of her body. Peggy and Carla watched in horror as their friend/boss split into two halves that fell apart from each other. The killer turned his attention to them and yanked his weapon out of the ground.
"Oh I hate fractions!" Was all Peggy could think to say and she and Carla were literally slashed to bits.
"That damn Pam." Ginger growled. Of all the crap she's pulled..."
"This is so embarrassing!" Emily whispered as she struggled to walk and cover herself at the same time. "What if someone sees us?"
"Calm down will ya?" Penny barked. "You're not the only one who has to walk butt-naked through the woods in case you've forgotten. Ooooh! When I get my hands on that preppy little bitch I'll...Hey Sally, why aren't you covering up?"
"I don't know." The scene girl nonchalantly answered as she walked as she normally would after her friends. "Once you get used to the chill and stuff, it actually feels kinda nice. Like being one with nature. We should do this more often!"
A resounding "NO!" erupted from the other three before Ginger spotted a familiar cabin ahead. "There's Pam's cabin." She pointed out.
"Good!" Penny cracked her knuckles. "Hope the bitch is ready for a full-frontal assault of her own making."
"Wait a minute!" Ginger spoke. "Why is the door broken?"
"Who cares? Let's beat their asses!" Penny charged ahead of her friends and into the cabin, all sense of modesty abandoned. "All right you preppy bitch! Get ready...to...die?"
Instead of the three thieves, she was hoping to send to the hospital, Penny found herself in an empty blood-soaked cabin. There was no sign of the girls anywhere.
"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself as her friends joined her inside.
"Wait Penny...Holy shit!" Ginger cried.
"W-What happened here?" Emily added fearfully.
"Looks like someone had a visit from Aunt Flo." Sally suggested.
"Yeah." Penny agreed. "That must be it." The punk girl's eyes fell upon the pile of clothing on the middle bed at the end of the room. "There's our clothes!"
"Thank Goddess!" Ginger sighed with relief. "Let's get decent before anyone else comes."
Sally and Emily murmured in agreement and all four girls rushed toward the bed to reclaim their possessions. As they got dressed, Emily couldn't help but notice the blood around them.
"I might be paranoid since it's Friday the 13th and all but shouldn't we go looking for Pam and the others? This looks like a little too much blood to be from that time of the month."
"They must have all had their periods then." Penny brushed the emo's concerns aside. "Those three can sit on a tack for all I care. I'm heading to bed."
Ginger placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "Penny's right. We should all get some rest. I'm sure Pam and the other will show up for breakfast tomorrow."
Emily was still concerned but Ginger's hand on her shoulder comforted her enough to say "Ok." and leave with her friends to their own cabin. As they walked, Ginger thought for a brief second, that she saw a pale white face hiding within the trees. When she looked back, however, there was nothing but the darkness of the forest. She shrugged, assuming her tired mind was playing tricks on her and left the woods with the others.
Ki-ki-ki, Ma-ma-ma
"Good morning Campers!" Scoutmaster Miller greeted warmly as he stood before the teens in the mess hall. "I'm sad to say that today is the last day of our summer adventure because tomorrow, you all go back home. So let's make this day extra exciting ok?"
"I am not gonna miss that," Penny grumbled through a spoonful of oatmeal. She and her friends were sitting at the same table and as they ate, Penny noticed Emily glancing at something behind her. "What's eating you?" She asked.
"It's Pam." She responded without turning around. "Her table is empty."
The other three turned their heads toward the table behind them and sure enough, Pam and her cohorts were nowhere to be found.
"So?" Penny asked.
"So? Did you not see the blood in the cabin last night? I think something terrible must have happened in there just before we showed up."
"You worry too much." Penny brought another spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. "All last night's talk of Friday the 13th and curses has you spooked is all."
"But guys!" Emily whined, resulting in a few "shuuuuushes" from the neighboring tables, causing the blushing emo to utter an embarrassed "sorry."
"Look Emily." Ginger began. "I'll ask Scoutmaster Miller if he's seen her around and if not, then we'll look for her after we're done with the work. Ok?"
"Ok." Emily agreed. "Thanks, Ginger."
"No problem." As Ginger ate a spoonful of her own food, however, she couldn't stop thinking about what Emily said. "She has a point. Pam disappearing is one thing but the blood and the door? Something strange is going on here."
"Can I have seconds please?" Sally asked happily as she lifted up her empty bowel, more of the contents on her face than in her stomach.
As everyone went off to work, Megan sneaked off into the woods. The metalhead had a bottle of champagne she had stolen from Miller's office in her hand. Once she was sure no one could see her, she popped the cork off with no effort.
"I had to go a week without my music because of this douche canoe! It's only right that I get something back." Megan guzzled down half the bottle in a few seconds. "It's five o'clock somewhere right?" Her second swig finished the bottle and upon realizing that it was empty, she tossed it over her shoulder. "That was fun."
Megan expected to hear the sound of glass breaking after a few seconds but when she didn't, she turned around and locked eyes with a towering behemoth of a man with the champagne bottle in his hands. She watched as he casually took the bottle apart with his bare hands and tossed the smaller bottom half aside. Knowing what was about to happen, Megan could only think to utter a "Well shit." before the man rammed the jagged end of the top half into her stomach.
Ginger was fetching some paper and markers from the Arts & Crafts supply closet to help with the welcome banner when she was almost tripped by a random black cat that ran in front of her.
"What the fuck?" She cried. "Where'd that cat come from?"
"A black cat crossing your path?" Sally commented as she helped Ginger up. "That's bad luck!"
"It's fine." Ginger dusted itself off and looked around. "Of course, it would be better if I had a little more help. Where the hell is Megan?"
Renae snuck into the woods when she was sure no one was looking and took out a joint from inside her rasta cap.
"I've been working hard all day" She commented. "I think it's time for a little J-break no?" She lit it up and took a puff, sighing in bliss as smoke left her mouth. After she had had her fill, she tossed the joint aside and began to walk away.
"Oh crap!" She suddenly thought. "What if I start a forest fire?"
Renae turned to pick up the joint and found herself being towered over by a masked man that reeked from the grave, her missing joint in his fingers.
"Um...I'm sorry! I promise to be more careful with the joint next time. Only I can prevent forest fires right?" Renae nervously laughed as she did not know what else to do. The man said nothing but tossed the joint into her hair, causing it to catch fire. Renae screamed in pain and horror as she ran about with the fire spreading across her body. She noticed the lake nearby and ran to the shore. She dove in headfirst and popped back out of the surface with a sigh of relief.
"That was a close one. Wait! Where did that goalie go?" She choked as she noticed her attacker was missing. Before long, she got her answer when he suddenly rose up from the water, grabbed her, and pulled her back down with him.
"Come on you stupid banner!" Penny growled as her attempts to hang the left side of the banner over the mess hall continued to fail. "Dammit, Emily! Can't you hold the ladder still?"
"I'm trying! I'm not exactly an Amazon you know?" The emo whined. She turned her gaze to Sally who was working on another smaller banner. "Some help would greatly be appreciated!" She called out loud enough for Sally to hear.
"I know right? These banners are really hard to decorate." Sally answered back, not getting the point of her friend's shouting. It was then that Ginger entered the mess hall and walked underneath the ladder to be at the center of her friends. "Have any of you guys seen Renae? She was supposed to help me pick up litter."
Sally gasped. "Walking under a ladder? That's bad luck!"
"She's probably off getting high somewhere. You know her." Penny muttered as she hammered the nail in place. "Got it!"
"Really?" Emily asked hopefully.
"Yep. Call this banner our week at this summer camp cuz we are don-
As Penny tried to climb down, the top corner of the banner, nailed through her jacket, followed, tearing up the banner.
"Fuck!" Penny shouted.
"Idiots," Ginger muttered
"Oh Todd!"
"Oh Cindy!"
The Captains of the Oakwood Caracals and their cheerleading squad had snuck away from work to have a little personal fun in the latter's cabin. She wasn't sure where Pam and the others had gone and she didn't care. All that mattered right now was her naked cuddle time with her boyfriend.
"That was good!" Cindy purred.
"You said, babe!" Todd took out a cigarette pack and offered one to Cindy who accepted.
"This is the life." He said. "Sex with your girlfriend in the great outdoors."
"It's kinda creepy though," Cindy spoke. "Isn't it today like Friday the 13th? Didn't that goth chick say something about that Jackson Arby's guy coming after us or whatever?"
"Babe, babe." Todd put an arm over her girlfriend's shoulder. "That's just a story. And that whole deal with Friday the 13th is just baloney. Nothing bad ever happens to teens who have premarital sex."
"I guess you're right. I love you."
"I love you too babe."
The two teens kissed just as a machete-wielding hand broke through the winder behind them and decapitated the lovers with a single swing. Their intertwined heads rolled across the cabin floor as Jason marched on.
"Gah! This glitter won't come off!" Emily cried as she and her friends stood in front of the bathroom sinks, trying in vain to wash the glitter and marker off their bodies.
"This sucks!" Penny hissed "Why did we of all people have to get stuck with the stupid welcome banner?"
"Probably because there was barely anyone else around to help out." Ginger replied flatly. She was currently trying to rip a stubborn flower sticker from her cheek. "Speaking of which, has anyone seen Cindy or Todd? They should have been here to help clean up an hour ago."
"What is it with you today? Where is this and where is that. You sound like the scoutmaster." Penny teased.
"I...do...not!" With one final yank, Ginger finally tore the decal from her cheek...and launched her hand into the mirror in the process, breaking it.
Sally gasped. "Breaking a mirror? That's seven years of bad luck!"
"...Shut up Sally." Ginger uttered.
The sun was hanging low in the sky, ready to give into the night. Ginger, unsettled with the number of people she hadn't seen all day, finally broke down and decided to address the problem with Scoutmaster Miller. She made her way to his office feeling ever so uneasy as she walked. As if someone was watching her.
At last, she was standing before the office and knocked on the door. "Scoutmaster Miller?" She asked. "I need to speak with you. It's kinda urgent!"
No reply. She knocked again.
"Mr. Miller!"
Still no reply. When Ginger knocked on the door a third time, it creaked open by itself. After some hesitation, Ginger stepped inside. "Mr. Miller?"
There was no one inside. Just a lonely desk messy with paperwork. Ginger looked around, not sure what she was expecting to find. "Where is he?" She asked herself as she glanced at the papers on the desk. One with the header "CRYSTAL LAKE" caught her immediate attention and she picked it up. As she read over it, her blood ran cold and a shiver went up to her spine.
"Sally's right." She thought. "I really do have bad luck."
"I'm hungry!" Sally whined. "When are they gonna call us for dinner?"
"They should have already done it an hour ago." Emily agreed.
"If I have to wait another minute, we're going fishing," Penny added.
The girl's hunger woes were interrupted by Ginger suddenly barging into the cabin. "Guys!" She screamed. "We are seriously fucked!"
"Did they cancel dinner?" Sally blubbered.
"What? No! Look at this!" Ginger slammed the paper down in front of her friends and watched as they skimmed it over.
"This document hereby proves that Victoriano Dick Miller is the legal owner of Camp Crystal Lake." Penny read.
"Hey! There are some footnotes written on the side." Emily pointed out.
"Crystal Water...Diamond Lake...Diamond Pond?" Penny turned to Ginger. "What the hell is this?"
"It's the deed to this lake." Ginger explained. "Don't you get it? Scoutmaster Miller isn't a scoutmaster at all! He's a land developer! He bought the lake and the land around it and tried reopening the old summer camp to make easy money! This is Camp Crystal Lake!"
"If that's true...you don't think..." Emily grew frightened.
"I do. Jason must still be alive and he must have gotten to Pam and the others. And we're next."
Sally and Emily hugged each other in fear but Penny just scoffed.
"Oh come on guys! Are you for real? Look, I'll admit it's creepy finding out that the camp we've been sleeping in for the past week was actually the sight of some fucked up murders all this time and I'm more than ready to kick Miller's ass for lying to us for that. But Jason? He's nothing but a myth."
"But...the missing counselors..." Sally whimpered.
"Missing. Not dead. And until I see one of their corpses for myself, I'm standing with the notion that you're full of shit Ginger." Penny ended her sentence with a "Hmph!" and a crossing of her arms. No sooner had she done that, than something was thrown through the window and into the cabin. The girls were caught off guard by the sound of shattering glass and turned around to see the left half of Pam's corpse laying on the floor before them. They all screamed at the top of their lungs.
"Holy Shit!" Emily shouted. "It...It's Pam!"
"Well half of her at least." Ginger deadpanned.
"Ok." Penny sighed. "I believe you."
Suddenly a hulking figure in a hockey mask broke through the door, machete in hand. The girls screamed again as they huddled close to each other.
"I said I believe you!" Penny snapped at Ginger as if this were her fault. The goth paid no heed and instead pointed to the broken window.
"Quick! Jump!" Without a moment's hesitation, the girls rushed toward the window, Sally barely avoiding losing her head to the figure's weapon. One by one, they all tumbled out of the window and ran as fast as they could out of the cabin.
"Who the hell was that?" Penny questioned as they fled.
"That must be Jason!" Ginger replied hastily. "He killed everyone else and now he's after us."
"Why is our luck so shitty!?" Penny screamed. Sally opened her mouth to speak but Penny silenced her with a sharp "Not the time!" The girls spotted a nearby outhouse and decided to hide in there. Of course, given that it was but a single outhouse, it was quite a tight squeeze for the four friends.
"That better not be your boobs pressed against my cheek Sally." Penny warned.
"No!" The scene girl answered sharply. "...It's my butt."
Penny sighed. "And who's hand is that on my boot. Is it you Emily?...Emily?"
Emily didn't answer. Her head was pressed against the door and Ginger's belly button and she was quietly enjoying the situation. Ginger meanwhile was busy looking out of the opening in the door.
"Do you see anything?" Penny whispered.
"So far nothing." Ginger replied. "In a few minutes, I think the coast will be clear." As she said this, the bushes within her sight began to shake. "Wait! Something's coming!"
Ginger watched as a black cat crawled from the bushes. The same black cat that had darted in front of her before.
"It's that same cat that almost tripped me!" Ginger growled "Why you..."
"There you are Mr. Whiskers!" A little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out of the bushes and scooped the cat up in her arms. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"What the? Where'd the kid come from?" Ginger questioned. Everyone else responded with murmurs of confusion. As she continued to watch, the bushes moved again and Jason appeared from them, approaching the little girl and her cat.
"Oh shit! He's gonna kill them!" Ginger tried to open the door.
"What are you doing you dumbass!?" Penny snapped.
"We're not monsters Penny!" Ginger snapped back. "We...have to...save...that girl! Gah!" Ginger finally opened the door, causing her and the others to tumble out. "Run away little girl!" She screamed. "He's a...madman..."
Ginger watched as the masked maniac who had just a few minutes earlier thrown half a corpse through their window was gently petting Mr. Whiskers as he lay in the girl's arms. Neither the girl nor cat seemed to be the least bit afraid of him, the cat purring loudly at his affections and the girl happily sharing her life's story.
"Awww!" Sally happily mused as she and the others got to their feet. "He's not so bad. Maybe he was just trying to be friends with us earlier."
Hearing the scene girl's voice, Jason cocked his head towards the girls and flung his machete at them. They moved out of its way and watched as it embedded itself into the outhouse they were hiding in not a moment ago.
"Bull. Shit." Penny breathed. The girls screamed and ran off as Jason marched towards the outhouse and yanked the machete from the wood, breaking it apart in the process. The girl and her cat watched as her new masked friend followed the screaming teens into the woods.
"Bye-bye Mr. Smelly Man!" She waved farewell.
"Sally are you sure this will work?" Emily whispered.
"It has to! This plan is foolproof!"
"Somehow I really doubt that." Ginger replied dryly.
"I cannot believe we're actually following a plan from Sally," Penny added. "All this nature's driven us crazy."
"Hey!" Sally was about to go into the semantics of why her plan would work, (at least in her own logic) when Jason's thunderous footsteps approached them. "Oh crap! It's happening! Suit up, guys! Hurry!"
With a heavy sigh, the girls did as Sally asked. Jason continued his march toward the girls until he was face to face with them in the middle of the sports field..
"Halt!" Sally demanded in the mightiest voice she could muster. "For years you have haunted this accursed lake, taking innocent life wherever you go! That all ends tonight!"
Jason cocked his head, not understanding what this strange girl was getting at. She seemed to be dressed in some sort of armor as were her friends and they were each holding a weapon of some kind.
"We know what you are Jason and we know how to beat you." Sally sharply turned to Emily. "Hit the lights!"
Emily sighed again as she walked up to the generator behind the girls and switched it on. The field was suddenly illuminated with a bright light that momentarily blinded Jason. When the lights dimmed a bit and Jason recovered, he could see that the "armor" the girls were wearing was in fact hockey equipment and the "weapons" they wielded were in reality hockey sticks. A pile of pucks lay at their feet as they stood before Jason, prompting the undead giant to look behind himself and see a goal cage behind him.
"Annnnd attack!" Sally shouted. She and her friends began relentlessly pelting Jason with pucks. Once the initial surprise wore off, Jason continued his march toward the girls, completely unfazed by the small rubber objects hitting him. One cracked his mask a little but still, he persisted.
"He's not stopping!" Penny cried. "He's not even slowing down!"
"Keep going!" Sally roared. The girls continued their assault as Jason grew closer. The green-haired girl noticed an opening between Jason's legs and shot the last puck through them. The puck flew into the goal just as Jason got within slashing distance of the girls, machete in hand.
"We did it!" Sally cheered. "We got one in."
Jason looked back at the goal cage again, noticing the puck within it, and turned back to face the gleeful scene girl. The other three did not share her glee and Sally's began to run out when they realized Jason wasn't stepping back.
"Um...We won?"
Jason just stared.
"You're a goalie and you failed to keep us from making a goal so...you know...we beat you. You have to go now"
Jason continued to stare.
"Come on. Go on and git! Return to the great beyond from wince you came." Sally requested in a spooky voice.
Jason responded by raising his machete and bringing it down on Sally.
"No!"
Penny jumped before her friend and blocked the machete with her hockey stick, the sharp weapon cutting halfway into the stick. "I told you this stupid hockey shtick wouldn't work!" She barked.
"But...but...it was foolproof!" Sally blubbered.
"What part of my story said anything about him being a goalie?" Ginger asked.
"But...he has a hockey mask."
"Who cares what he has!?" Penny shouted. "This undead piece of shit's not getting us tonight!" Penny delivered a sharp kick to Jason's loins. The struggle between them stopped for a few seconds.
"Yeah...that was a bad decision," Penny spoke with unusual clarity before falling backward and screaming like a banshee as she held her almost broken foot. "The fuck? Is this guy made out of concrete or something?"
Jason went in for a second strike but Penny's friends managed to pull her away in the nick of time.
"Let's move!" Ginger screamed. The girls agreed and ran deeper into the woods while carrying Penny. Jason yanked his machete out of the ground and slowly marched after them
The girls had been running (limping in Penny's case) through the woods for so long that lost track of time. The moon was high in the sky and they were all at their limit.
"We need to find somewhere safe to rest," Ginger spoke.
"Oh that's a great idea." Penny rasped with her arm around Ginger and Sally's shoulders. "Let me just get my phone out and asked Siri where the nearest Super 8 is."
"Sarcasm is not gonna help us stay alive this time Penny!" Ginger warned.
"Hey guys! Look!" Emily pointed to an old cabin up ahead. It looked like it hadn't been lived in for decades but was still mostly intact.
"It's better than nothing. Let's go!" The girls quickly made their way into the cabin. Once inside, they noticed light coming from one of the rooms and entered it, setting Penny against the wall.
"Look at all these candles." Ginger mused as she looked around the room. "Who do you think lives here?"
"I don't know," Emily responded. "I just hope they..AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Emily! What's wrong!?" Ginger asked frantically.
Emily didn't respond as her eyes were glued to the horrid sight before her, a sight the others were quickly able to see for themselves. Against the back of the room sat a small table surrounded by bodies. The other half of Pam as well as the missing were there as were some more freshly killed corpses. Gina and Octavia were impaled by the same spear. Alex looked like she had been smashed against a tree repeatedly and Nelly had a bunch of cutting utensils in her stomach. Megan, Renae, Cindy, Todd and Pam's cohorts were there as well.
"Dear Goddess!" Ginger exclaimed. "Everyone's dead!"
"Well it looks like we know who's cabin this is now." Penny sighed heavily. "We're fucked."
Emily's gaze slowly shifted from the bodies surrounding the table to the decaying head on top of it. "Guys, look." She pointed at it and cautiously joined her friends as they slowly surrounded it. The head rested on a tattered blue sweater and despite its decomposition, the girls could tell it was female.
"Is this...Jason's Mom?" Sally asked.
"I think so. Everything else about Ginger's story has added up so far."
"I know this isn't the time but this is kinda cool." Ginger chirped, her eyes glowing as if she were a child seeing their first Christmas tree. "It's not every day you get to see human remains this decayed up close. Maybe today isn't so unlucky after all. Right Emily...Emily?"
The emo's eyes were locked on the head as well but her eyes were teary-eyed instead.
"Emily? What's wrong?" Ginger asked.
"I know he killed the entire camp and he's coming after us as well." Emily sniffed as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "But I can't help but feel sorry for him. Can you imagine being separated from the one person who cares for you in the whole world only for them to be killed right in front of you? Jason might be a monster but he never asked to be one."
All the girls fell silent as they pondered Emily's words. Even Penny, who was adamant about seeing Jason as the enemy, couldn't help but agree with the unfairness of his situation. In that way, Jason was a victim in his own right.
Ki-ki-ki, Ma-ma-ma
The girls snapped out of their stupor and Sally peaked out of the open window. Her blood chilled as she watched a familiar shape lumbering toward the cabin. "Jason's com-" Sally slapped her hands over her own mouth and repeated what she said in a whisper. "Jason's coming!"
"Shit! What are we gonna do?" Penny asked. "There's no escape!"
Ginger studied the sweater underneath Pamela's head.
"Maybe there is. I have a plan."
Jason wasn't completely sure his prey had actually infiltrated his shack until he heard one of them scream from within. Knowing that he now had them cornered, Jason made haste marching toward the worn-out building.
Jason burst through the front door and looked around. At first, there didn't seem to be any sign of the girls. But then Jason heard some movement coming from his shrine room and rushed there. When he entered the room, he couldn't believe what he saw. Standing before her shrine, still dressed in her favorite sweater, was his mother Pamela.
Of course, in actuality, it was Ginger, having pulled the sweater over her own clothes. Penny, Emily, and Sally all hid amongst the bodes behind the table.
"Jason. This is your mother speaking." Ginger spoke in the most motherly voice she could muster. Jason cocked his head so she continued. "You've done a good job taking care of all those naughty teenagers but now you can stop. Friday the 13th is almost over dear and it's time to go to bed."
Ginger was sweating bullets as she spoke. "There's no way this is gonna work! What was I thinking?" She thought. "Jason may not be the brightest tool in the shed but even he's not stupid enough to believe his Mom magically came to life and happens to be goth now. We're dead!"
To Ginger's surprise, however, the undead mass murderer nodded and slowly left the room. Ginger carefully followed Jason as he went into the next room and crawled into a dingy old bed. Her heart racing, she slowly made her way to the bed and tucked Jason in, using every ounce of willpower she had not to gag at the smell. Jason didn't seem to notice and closed his one good eye. He had even grabbed an old teddy bear on the verge of falling apart and held it close.
"Okay. Have to seal the deal." Ginger took a deep breath and planted a kiss on Jason's forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart." She whispered. Jason didn't move aside from the rise and fall of his chest. Ginger tiptoed backward until she was outside the room and amongst her friends, Unbeknownst to her, the sweater had got caught on a loose nail in the doorway.
"That was amazing!" Sally whispered. "Ginger you saved us all."
"I only wished I had my phone." Penny snickered. "I would have loved to record that kiss for prosperity."
"Oh bite me." Ginger growled.
"Don't mind her. You saved us and that's all that matters." Emily sighed, feeling slightly jealous of Jason.
"Look, you can thank me all you want after we get out of here. Let's go."
No sooner had the girls turned to leave than the sweater was yanked off of Ginger's body with a loud ripping sound. Gulping, the girls slowly turned around and looked into Jason's now open and furious good eye.
"Run!" Penny screamed. The girls wasted no time taking that advice and they rushed out of the cabin as Jason jumped out of bed and marched after them.
With nowhere else to turn, the girls ran toward the docks this time, hoping to find a boat to leave the camp. When they arrived there, they found a big white boat docked there and well as a familiar face pacing on its deck.
"I told you this place is a bust!" He shouted. "Now get me Baker! I wanna see if that offer on Camp Arawak is still open."
"Scoutmaster Miller!?" Sally cried out.
Miller immediately spotted the girls and dropped his phone. "Oh shit!" He ran to the anchor and pushed a button that retracted it from the water at a surprising speed, given its size and weight. The girls rushed to the boat but it fled from the docks just as they reached it.
"Fuck!" The girls scanned the docks and Sally spotted a rowboat tied to the dock big enough to fit them all in.
"Here's a boat!" The girls wasted no time getting in, untying the boat and rowing as fast as they could after Miller. At first, it seemed like they would never catch up but, more than likely because Miller thought he was safe, the boat began to slow down, allowing the girls to catch up.
"What is it with bad guys always getting too cocky right when they're about to win?" Penny asked.
"Who cares?" Ginger replied. "Let's get on." The girls rowed beside Miller's boat and helped each other up on its deck. The girls silently searched for the treacherous scoutmaster and after some time found him inside a mini office talking on another phone.
"Miller!" Ginger shouted as she and the girls stormed into the office. A stunned Miller stared at the girls for a few moments before saying "I'll call you back." to whoever was on the other line and putting the phone down. "G-Girls! What can I do you for?" He said with a painfully forced smile.
"Cut the crap, Miller!" Ginger demanded. "You knew this was really Camp Crystal Lake and you lied about it! Why?"
"Ok! Maybe I embellished the truth a little so what?"
"So what?" Emily gasped. "All of our classmates were murdered by Jason because of you!"
"Oh come now!" Miller dismissed Emily's words with a wave of his hand. "There's no such thing as Jason Voorhees."
"Then why are you fleeing Crystal Lake in such a hurry?" Ginger asked.
"What? And take the rap for all those deaths?" Miller asked. "Forget it kid. That's your job!"
"Our job!?" Penny questioned.
"That's right. I'm gonna tell everyone that you four screwballs got a little too into the legend of Jason and started murdering your classmates to impress him. With how dark and weird you look, they'll believe me too!"
"You won't get away with this!" Sally warned.
"I'm a rich white American male!" Miller shouted. "We can only lose in the movies and believe me, sweetheart, this ain't no movie!"
The moment Miller finished his sentence, an undead fist punched through his torso from behind, covering the girls in blood. Everybody screamed as Jason casually lifted Miller off the ground and pushed him off his fist. The girls ran out of the room as fast as possible with Jason hot on their tails.
"How the fuck did he get on the boat without anyone noticing?" Ginger asked.
"Who cares?" Sally screamed. "We need to get out of here!"
"You guys go ahead!" Penny instructed. "I'll hold him off!"
"Penny no!" Emily cried. "You'll die!"
"Don't worry! I'm not planning on pulling some heroic sacrifice bullcrap. I have a plan!"
The girls looked at Penny and then at each other. "O-Okay but be careful!"
"See you at the rowboat."
The girls nodded and ran toward the rowboat while Penny stayed behind. Jason appeared on the docks and began approaching Penny.
"You know, it really fucking hurt when I tried to kick your balls. "Penny spoke. "I guess kicking your ass won't be a viable option huh?"
Jason continued his onslaught.
"Good thing I brought this with me." Penny reached into her jacket and pulled out something. "I've been working on it all week and I think now's the perfect time to use it. I just needed to get my friends out of the way first." Taking a lighter from her pocket, Penny lit the object and tossed it at Jason. "Say hi to your Mommy for me in Hell!" After flipping the bird, Penny ran after her friends.
The object hit Jason on the mask and fell to his feet. He looked down and realized that it was a makeshift bomb just as it exploded.
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Penny shouted as she ran up to the boat and jumped in.
"Penny!" Sally hugged her. "You're alive!"
"Watch it!" Ginger hissed. "You could've sunk the boat."
"Please get off of me," Emily begged, her back acting as an involuntary foothold for Penny.
"No time!" We have to row away now!"
"Okay okay!" Ginger and Sally grabbed the oars and frantically rowed away from the boat.
"So why exactly did we have to-
The boat suddenly exploded with a deafening boom, the shockwave pushing the girls even further away as they screamed.
"Holy shit!" Ginger cried. "What the fuck did you do?"
"You remember that secret project I was working on all week?" Penny asked.
"...It was a bomb."
"It was a bomb."
"Penny. You're my friend and I love you but sometimes I worry about what goes through your head."
"Says the goth." Penny scoffed. "Besides, it worked didn't it? Jason is no more."
"Are you sure about that?" Sally asked fretfully.
"As if to answer her question, Jason's charred hockey mask fell into the water beside them. It remained on the surface for a few moments before sinking into the water, causing all the girls to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Well I guess it's all over now." Ginger cooed. Penny let Emily up who then sat beside her while Ginger and Sally rowed. A faraway loon called out and the stars shone brightly in the sky as the girls calmly rowed their back to camp.
Then an unmasked Jason suddenly emerged from the water, wrapped an arm around Ginger, and pulled her in, capsizing the boat and launching the other three girls into the lake as well.
Ginger struggled to slip out of Jason's grasp but it was too strong and she could feel the air leave her body by the second as they both sank to the bottom. Emily, Sally, and Penny swam after Jason and tried to free Ginger but no matter how much they kicked or pulled, the undead giant kept a vice-like hold on the goth teen.
"This isn't working! What are we gonna do!?" Penny thought as she looked around for something, anything that might help in this situation. Just then, there was a loud splash from above her head and Penny watched as the anchor once attached to Miller's boat descended near her. Quickly, she swam up and grabbed the broken end of the anchor before swimming back to Jason and her friends. While he was distracted with holding Ginger in place, Penny wrapped the chain around his neck.
The anchor continued its descent to the bottom and Jason was suddenly yanked downward. The sudden jerk caused Jason to loosen his grip on Ginger, allowing Emily to pull her out of his arms. Sally and Penny swam up to join them and the four girls frantically made their way to the surface. But not before Penny took one last look at the sinking Jason and flipped him the bird.
"Happy Friday the 13th fuckface!" She spoke. Or at least she tried to before water rushed into her mouth and she quickly swam back up to her friends.
Jason struggled to break free from the chain pulling him down toward the lakebed but in his panic could not grasp his hands around the chain. As water filled in lungs, Jason was reminded of that awful day he drowned. The day he lost his mother, never to see her again until her own dying day.
"It's alright Jason." The voice in his head cooed. "You've done enough for today and Mommy is proud of you. Rest now, my special little boy. You'll need the energy for next time."
Jason slowly nodded as he ceased his struggling and allowed the anchor to drag him to the bottom of the lake. There he would rest until the next Friday.
Ki-ki-ki, Ma-ma-ma
The girls erupted from the water all at the same time, gasping for air. Once they had gotten their fill of oxygen, Ginger pointed out the capsized boat near them and they all latched onto it, using it as support as they drifted ever closer to the shore.
"W-What time is it now?" Sally asked.
"I don't know the exact time." Ginger said. "But the moon's position tells me it's after midnight. Friday the 13th is officially over."
"Thank Goodness!" Emily sighed. "No more bad luck."
"Yeah. To say our luck was shitty today would be an understatement."
"Don't you mean yesterday?" Sally asked.
"Shut it!"
"Hey look!" Emily pointed to the police cars that began to flood the campgrounds. "We're saved!"
"Yeah." Penny scoffed. "After they interrogate us for the murders."
"We'll be fine," Ginger reassured. "We'll just pin everything on Miller."
"You think that'll work?"
"It's worth a shot."
Sally sighed. "Well one thing's for sure. This was the funniest week ever! We got to go camping and take down a serial killer! We should do this more often!"
Once again, a resounding NO! erupted from the other three girls.
The End
(Welp that's that. The second installment of my Alt four series. As you can probably guess, I will next be working on a Halloween story for...well Halloween so don't miss it. In the mean time, I'll be working on The Yellow Ape and The Black Bee as will as making some changes to the first Alt four story. Good-bye for now and happy Friday the 13th!)
