"Ade due Damballa. Give me the power, I beg of you!" Chucky chanted, his right arm raised above his head and his other hand resting on top of the head of the infamous Crystal Lake killer.

Chucky had heard of this "Jason Voorhees" from tales and legends, knowing it was a big risk to come all the way to Camp Blood to find out if it was all true. Turns out...

It was.

After falling right into Chucky's trap, Jason Voorhees was knocked unconscious and laid out where he had fallen for the killer doll to take control of. Charles Lee Ray knew there was no way he could move this giant hockey-masked slasher in this weak doll body.

He would have to hurry and claim his form before any of the intruders Jason worked so hard to keep out of his camp decided to meddle about. They were inside one of the rotting cabins where Chucky set up his elaborate bait and he hated it there.

Just then, a few meddling teens could be heard right outside the dilapidating cabin, causing Chucky to twist his already frustrated expression even more so.

"Son of a bitch," The killer doll spit, continuing with the Damballa spell as quickly but throughly he could. Getting interrupted from the ritual had to be more annoying than dying, seeing as how he was so close to getting out of this damned body.

So close...

So close to taking control of this big, strong body-

"Fuck!" Chucky screamed as Jason sat up suddenly, scaring the hell out of him.

The Goalie gave his head an abrupt shake, searching the room slowly with a disoriented look in his eye.

What knocked me out? Jason wondered. He hadn't seen anyone, but he definitely heard a gruff male voice just now.

As he started to stand to look for his machete, Chucky grabbed onto him from behind and began sticking his voodoo knife into his shoulder and neck.

"Ya stupid asshole, go back to sleep!" The evil toy roared, provoking blood-boiling anger from the much larger and heavier serial killer.

Jason seethed, trying to grab at the loud-mouthed doll who was holding on tight and kicking his stubby legs. The big man swung him around and threw himself against the molded wooded wall of the dusty cabin before Chucky lost his grip.

"SHIT!" Chucky cursed, hastily picking himself up but was now a bit sore. "You're a big piece-a shit, ya know that!?" The maniacal redhead pointed up at the six foot three giant that stood before him.

Jason panted down at the child's play thing, looking shocked and taken aback at what was shouting at him.

It was...a little man? A child with a man's voice?

Mister Voorhees stood there like a lost cause and scratched at his head in confusion, trying to come up with a conclusion to what the flip Chucky was supposed to be.

"HEY!" Chucky bellowed out, causing Jason to jump out of his skin a little. "Are you hearing me..? Are ya deaf or something!?" The killer toy started to laugh in his famous hysterical, noisy laughter that filled the musty cabin.

This guy's a fuckin' idiot! Chucky thought. Stealing his body should be without a hitch, other than him fighting back, of course...gotta try to get him on my side.

"Hey, uh, what's up?" Chucky asked casually, wiping away a laughter tear. "Sorry about attacking ya, I just got nervous."

Jason continued to stare down at Chucky with nothing but curiosity and amazement in his good eye. He had seemingly forgotten how mad he was while watching this colorful character speak. His boyish mindset was showing at this moment, something he normally loathed getting tricked into.

The hockey-masked man silently approached the small figure in front of him before dropping to his knees like an inquisitive juvenile. He looked over and around Chucky quietly before grunting under his mask as if trying to say something, but no words formed.

'He's so little', Jason told himself in his mind. 'How can he do anything?'

By this time, Chucky was sort of weirded out but glad Jason wasn't hostile anymore, letting the large man use him as eye candy. He wasn't sure why Jason was looking at him with such interest and enthusiasm but he didn't mind, he loved the attention.

Looking over at the fallen voodoo knife, Jason suddenly remembered the attack on him was by this doll and he clenched his fists, thrusting a finger toward it violently. Chucky looked surprised before grabbing the knife up and hiding it in his back pocket, waving his tiny rubber hands in front of himself.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, I said I was sorry, man! See, it's hidden, can't see it no more, heh."

The machete-wielding psychopath gave Charles a delighted look before putting his hands on the plaything's waist, lifting him up to see how light he was. He even turned him upside down, causing Chucky's bright blue eyes to widen in distress and humiliation. The doll had to suppress a lot of mean and dirty words, his apple cheeks turning red at being treated like...

A toy!

"Hey now!" Chucky growled. "I know I look fun, but I'm a person inside this damn thing!"

In a form of panic at upsetting his new toy, Jason dropped Chucky, who ended up landing on his face.

"Oooowwww ffuuuck-ing hell..." Chucky moaned, easing his way back up with his hands.

"Thanks a lot you Hulk-sized reta-!"

Chucky suddenly closed his lips before he could lay his habitual insults onto Jason's fragile person, breathing a sigh to calm himself.

"Never mind," the toy muttered. "Now, are you ready for some real playtime?" He looked up at Jason, hinting at the noise coming from outside. "Lemme help ya with your shift, what do ya say? Need a co-worker...Jason?"

It was the first time Chucky had actually said his name instead of some demeaning nickname and it made Jason's entire frame bulk up. Almost like being finally accepted as a person instead of a monstrous beast and Jason appreciated that. It made him understand a bit why Chucky yelled at him for playing with him like a toy instead of respecting the human inside he once was.

Without warning, an eager Jason scooped up the doll, placing him right on top of his shoulders. He used one hand to place over Chucky's thigh while the other grabbed his machete once he found it, turning and walking out of the dirty cabin. He made his way to the small group of teenagers making boisterous splashes and cries of amusement at the Lake, Chucky giggling with glee and pulling out his own knife.

"That's the spirit!" Chucky chortled.

Just before they got to their victims, a thought came across Chuck's mind; Alright, I'll hang out with him just-a little longer before I decide to trap him again and take his body for myself. It will do me some good havin' some killer company again.

After all...no matter what happens after today, you're MINE big guy!

~The End~

A/N: I realized I didn't write Jason's thoughts out a lot, sorry about that. This was an intro to this lame new pairing of mine, getting a feel of it. More cute stuff to come!