Jason Voorhees, fiend of Crystal Lake... He slowly walked down the wooden dock, boots heavy against the wooden boards. His breath was hot inside his hockey mask, disfigured face hidden. The crisp night wind hit his large form, though he acted like it wasn't even there... He acted dead. Or was he? Jason's soulless eyes stared forward at you, gait unwavering. A machete could be seen in his hand, stained red and beaten from how many years of terror he has caused... He continued forward.
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1Yuna.Bear
18/10/2024