Chapter 1: Friday The 13th Universe
The murky depths of Crystal Lake had long been Jason Voorhees'
resting place. A twisted
monument to the horrors he had wrought upon those who dared enter his domain. His body,
submerged in the cold, dark water, lay dormant, bound by the silence of the lake... until now.
A ripple broke the stillness, and Jason's eyes snapped open beneath his hockey mask.
Something had disturbed the equilibrium of his world. It wasn't a teenager trespassing or an
intruder seeking refuge from the woods. No, this was different—something far more powerful.
The very air in his domain felt charged, unnatural. Jason's primal instinct flared. Whatever it
was, it didn't belong.
Rising from the bottom of the lake, his massive figure broke through the water's surface,
glistening in the pale moonlight. With his machete clenched in his hand, he moved silently
through the dense forest surrounding the lake, his mind set on finding the source of this
disturbance.
Jason trudged through familiar paths, past the decrepit remains of Camp Crystal Lake, until he
reached a strange new sight—something he had never encountered before. The familiar
landscape of the woods around the lake had changed. The trees twisted into unfamiliar shapes,
and the sky above, once calm and still, now roiled with dark, swirling clouds. It was as though
the very fabric of his world was warping.
There, amidst the transformation, was a rift—a tear in the space around him. Not a doorway to
leave Crystal Lake behind, but something far more ominous: another realm merging with his
own. The swirling portal seemed to bleed into his world, making it part of a greater, expanding
universe. Jason could feel it—his territory was no longer just Crystal Lake. This new reality was
fusing with his own, and it was bringing with it something... or someone else.
The ground beneath him trembled, and distant echoes of strange, foreign voices drifted through
the rift. Jason could sense the change—new prey, new challenges, and forces beyond his
comprehension. Yet, none of this frightened him. His machete tightened in his grip, and with
each silent step, he moved closer to the rift.
Crystal Lake was still his, but it was now part of something far bigger.