In the chill of night, a boat could be seen floating on the lake. The moon giving the water a pretty sparkle as the boat continued to drift. Two figures could be seen riding on the boat.
"Beautiful night, huh?" A female voice said to her companion. Next to her was a boy her age with long hair wearing a white shirt, black pants and a necklace.
"Uh, sure. I guess." The boy said sheepishly.
"Y'know... It is just the two of us right now..." The girl said with an almost seductive tone. "And the night looks perfect for a time like this."
The boy next to her sighed. "Look, I'm flattered but I'm not interested right now. I just wanted to see the sights."
The girl then playfully pouted. "Don't be like that, baby. I can give you some sights you'd like to see.~" She said as she turned around and began to take off her shirt.
The boy's eyes widened when he realized what was happening and bashfully looked away with a blush on his cheeks.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, a figure could be seen stalking in the shadows from afar in the forest. The figure slightly moves and then quickly descends into the darkness of the forest.
The girl had taken off her shirt and threw it overboard. Thankfully, she had a bra on but it was a matter of time before those were gone too.
"Like what you see?~" She said as she groped herself in front of the boy in order to get a reaction from him.
The boy tried his very hardest to not look in her direction. "I, uh, don't know what you're talking about."
With a sultry chuckle, the girl leaned forward and grabbed his face and made him turn into her direction. "Right here, silly."
The boy blushed profusely and began stammering but was quickly shut up by the girl planting her lips onto his. The two kissed for a while then they both fell into the boat.
The girl pulled out from the kiss and stared at the boy's eyes with need. "You're a good kisser. You know that?"
The boy blushed even more. "I... Uh..." He tried to gather his thoughts but they were interrupted when he felt something weird on his arm. It somehow felt wet. The boy then looked over and his eyes widened. The boat was leaking.
"What the hell!?" The boy exclaimed as he pushed the girl off of him.
The girl glared. "What the hell was that for!?"
"The boat! It's- It's leaking!"
"What!?" The girl yelled and saw that the boat was indeed leaking and not only that, that there were multiple holes. Almost like someone had drilled into it.
The two began panicking and yelling for help but it was no use. They were in the middle of the lake and everyone was most likely asleep at this hour.
"Oh god! Oh god, we're gonna sink! I can't swim!" The boy panicked, tears welling in his eyes.
The girl then turned to him and glared. "It's your goddamn fault that we're in this shit! It was your idea to steal a camp boat and ride it across the lake!" Then, the girl angrily shoved the boy and the boat immediately capsized. The two fell into the cold lake and began struggling to swim. Thrashing about and splashing water everywhere.
The boy held onto the girl's leg for dear life but she just kept kicking and kicking. Hitting his face a lot. "Get the fuck off me!!" She yelled.
Then, after moments of kicking, the girl felt the boy let go of her leg and sink deeper into the lake. Taking her chances, the girl began to steadily swim onto the shore.
Once she got out of the water, the girl began to shiver as the cold breeze hit her skin. Why the hell did she decided to take off her shirt? It doesn't matter, all she needed to do right now was to get back to one of the cabins and pretend nothing ever happened.
Then, the girl heard a tree branch snap. She turned around to the trees. The area was so dark, she couldn't even see what was up ahead. She called out. "Hello?"
No response.
Maybe it was just some bird? Or another camper playing a prank on her? She didn't know but it probably doesn't matter.
The girl sighed and began walking into the forest on her way to the cabins. It was so damn dark, the girl couldn't even see where she was going. Maybe, if she just went forward then she might make it to the campsite eventually.
Then, another tree branch. The girl turns around and sees nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a single soul to be found.
She frowned and called out. "Whoever you are!? It's not fucking funny!"
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The girl proceeded forward into the dark. Her cold feet touching the equally cold grass as she felt a chill crawl up her spine. She couldn't tell or describe it but it felt like... Someone was watching her... Stalking her...
She felt unnerved and began to walk a little bit faster.
SNAP*
Another tree branch again... The girl's heart began to beat as she began moving up the pace.
SNAP*
The girl was now hyperventilating. She was now sprinting into the dark. The trees obscured her view on where she was going but she didn't care. She needed to get the hell away from this area. NOW.
Eventually, the girl hides behind a tree and breathes heavily. She hyperventilated and looked back on the area and saw nothing... Still nothing.
Maybe, that feeling was just all in her head? She couldn't tell. She felt... Afraid. Afraid of something... Not the dark. But what was in the dark. And she couldn't say what it was...
SNAP*
The girl turns around and then falls on her back. She let out a frightened shriek as a large figure stood above her.
The figure wore a green dress shirt, a brown coat and dark blue pants and most notable, was a sack wrapped around his head that had one single eyehole on it.
But the figure's clothes weren't what worried her. It was the large machete he was holding that did...
The girl screamed and tried to run but the figure grabbed her leg and dragged her away. She began uncontrollably screaming and crying, clawing onto the ground as any means to hold on.
Then, the figure lets go of her leg and grabs her hair and lifts her up. The girl cried some more as she flailed around, trying to break free from the figure's grasp.
But, that crying was immediately silenced when the figure placed the machete on her throat and slit it. Blood sprayed everywhere as the girl falls to the ground. Blood came out of her mouth profusely as she gurgled and trembled on the ground as the figure stared.
Eventually, the girl stopped writhing and all that was left was the figure and the lifeless corpse of the girl.
The figure then walked away and left the scene without a second thought.
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"I'm sorry. At what camp?" Moxxie asked the sinner before him.
"Um, Crystal Lake?" The boy, now turned into a Sinner after drowning, replied.
"The same camp where those murders took place?" Moxxie asked once again to the client.
The Sinner shrugged. "I guess... Why?"
"Well, I read about this story a few weeks ago. Just a major coincidence." Moxxie said.
The other Imp next to him nodded. "Yeah, I remember when you told me about this case. Then they found the culprit behind the murders. What was her name again? Patricia Vamknees?" Asked the female Imp.
"It's Pamela Voorhees, Millie."
Then the two were interrupted by a door being slammed open and their boss, Blitzo stomped angrily through it. Moxxie calls out to him. "Sir! There's a client here who wants to-"
But Blitzo couldn't give less of a shit and entered his office without another door slam.
The two Imps then turned to the client who was looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Millie cleared her throat and chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"
Then the client began to tell his cause of death and the notion that since the camp counselors were the only ones that had the keys to the boathouse, one of them had deliberately drilled holes into one of the boats in an attempt to kill him. The Imps took notes as he told his story.
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It was a beautiful sunny day at Camp Crystal Lake. Teens and other young adults could be seen playing around the area while being supervised by the camp counselors.
In the bushes, two Imps could be seen donning disguises. Moxxie looks over to his wife. "Okay, Millie, one last time for safety." He clears his throat then begins speaking in a stereotypical girl voice. "I'm Moxxine, the hottest, most popular girl at my school, and you are?"
"Your brother, Millerd, I like sports and fuckin' bitches!" Said Millie, thrusting the air for emphasis.
Moxxie then peaks through the bushes. "Hm, these kids seem to be of age. We'll fit right in!"
"Got it!" Said Millie.
"Alright! I think we're ready." Moxxie said in his Moxxine voice.
Although, Millie notices something and points at it. "Hey, Mox! Check out that shady lookin' fella over there." Said, shady fella wore a large trenchcoat and was carrying a large bag, sneaking across the campsite. "I think that's our guy."
"Ahem, Millie... I hardly think pointing out the first guy you see is the proper way to conduct a-"
"Nah, that's definitely him. That bag's full of money, and drugs, and what looks like a drill one would use to poke holes in a boat."
Moxxie stammered and sweat dropped. "But- but that's all circumstantial at best!" He then puts on his Moxxine voice and spoke. "We need to methodically eliminate all suspects until we can be sure."
But Millie was still observing the strange individual who was now entering a boathouse. "Now, he's lookin' around and headed into that locked boathouse we heard about. That would be the perfect place to-" But then Millie looks at her husband and sees how upset he looks. She reconsiders her thoughts and sighs. "Fine, Mox. We'll do it your way."
"With my sleuthing skills and your killer eye, we should have this wrapped up in no time." Moxxie then peeks through the bushes once more. "Now,we just have to find the kids with the most influence."
The Imp scanned the area, seeing a couple of teens and young adults until eventually, his sights landed on a group of teen girls sitting by a table. "Oh... target, acquired." Moxxie then proceeded towards the girls while a volleyball rolled over to Millie. She picks it up and heads over to where the volleyball game took place.
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Over at the picnic table, three teen girls could be seen hanging out. One of them was talking while the others were just listening. "So, have you guys heard about those two missing campers? I heard one of them was found dead this morning! Slit throat and all!"
Then, Moxxie comes laughing in on the conversation. "Is that so! That's so hilarious! How silly of them!"
The three girls looked at the newcomer incredulously. "Who the fuck are you?" Said the one girl.
"I'm Moxxine, I'm the prettiest girl at my school, and all the boys want me. My favorite color is hot pink. Because normal pink is sobasic. I like horses, puppies, fast cars, jewelry, and I got my fifth period last year, and it wassoheavy!" Moxxie then sits next to the girl with ginger hair. "I guess I'm just more mature than your typical teen! May I ask what your name is, bestie?"
The ginger haired girl just stared at him and replied. "It's Samantha." Then she looked down on the disguised Imp's legs and was appalled. "The fuck is wrong with your legs?"
Moxxie then began stuttering as he was not expecting that response. "Wha- Um Oh! um... I was in an accident?"
Then another girl with earrings and brown hair spoke up. "The same accident that fucked up your skin? You look like you spent three years in a tanning bed."
Samantha then chuckled at that comment. "Good one, Tam!"
"It's uhh... Natural?"
"Ahah! Yeah, you wish. That botch job looks like it cost five bucks in an alley behind Walmart." Samantha taunted the Imp.
Then Tam stands up and points at Moxxie. "Get lost, you fucking freak!"
Moxxie looks offended and hurt and tries to speak but the girls interrupted him and pointed to the other direction to leave but then they saw a new player at the volleyball field: Millerd.
"Oh, my god! WHO is THAT!?" Tam exclaimed.
Samantha fans her face and brushes her hair behind her ear. "Look how beautifully tan he is."
Moxxie, taken aback, witnessed his wife actually gain popularity amongst her peers. Rather quickly, too.
Meanwhile, Millie was killing it at volleyball. The ball was high in the air and a flame sparked in her eyes. "I got it!" She exclaimed as she jumped high enough and smacked the ball with enough force to send it flying towards the poor kid who was hit in the face with the ball.
The impact was so strong that when the kid fell back, a large dust cloud was formed and when the dust settled, the kid was seen in a crater.
The campers were in total shock and the lifeguard rushed over to the injured boy. Millie looked worried that she may have gotten too far but then the lifeguard took off his sunglasses and looked at her with tears in his eyes. "That was... The best spike I've ever seen..."
The campers then cheered for Millie and hoisted her up on their shoulders then took her away. The boy is still writhing in pain within the crater. "Please, I need medical attention."
The lifeguard then scowls at the boy and yells. "First Aid is for WINNERS!'
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Meanwhile, in the forest. A large figure could be seen lurking within the trees. The figure witnessed the way the lifeguard treated the boy and rage bubbled within him. Despite all those years after his death... After his mother's death... The adults were still as ignorant as ever.
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The figure then disappears into the trees. He will have a meeting with the lifeguard soon.
Very soon.
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While the campers take Millie away, the mean girls and Moxxie stare at her. Samantha blushes and stares at Millerd with admiration. "Oh, my god! He is so fucking HOT!"
Moxxie then took the chance to make himself look cooler and impress the girls one more time. "Oh! Ya know, he's my brother."
But the attempt was in vain as the girls just looked at him with annoyance. "FUCK OFF, TROLL!" Said Tam and then the girls leave.
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It was now nighttime. In the forest, the lifeguard dude could be seen taking a piss by the trees. It was mostly calm and quiet, save for a few gusts of wind blowing in his ears.
Eventually, the lifeguard finishes up and heads on back to the campsite but suddenly he heard what sounded like... Footsteps?
That was strange, no camper was allowed past this point at this hour. Maybe it was another counselor? He wasn't sure.
He turned around to investigate the noise but he saw nothing. He yelled out. "Hello? Anyone there?"
No response.
Guess it was just all in his head. The lifeguard shrugged and turned around then suddenly, he felt himself get impaled through the back. The lifeguard's eyes widened as he looked down on his chest and saw a large, bloodied blade protruding from him.
The blade retracted and the lifeguard fell to his knees, his mouth dripping with both blood and saliva. He gasps for air and holds onto the hole on his chest in a way to stop the bleeding.
The footsteps were heard once again and a figure with a sack on his head stepped forth from behind and stood right in front of him.
The lifeguard looks up at the figure... He tried to speak but it was too painful. All he could do was gasp and gurgle as the blood filled his throat.
The figure then raised his machete into the air and swung down on the lifeguard's head, cleaving his skull in one fell swoop. The lifeguard died immediately and the figure kicked the corpse off of his blade.
With the job done, the figure walks away and disappears into the trees, awaiting his next victim.
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To be continued...