Crystal Lake: Super Mega Ultra S-Mart

Reginald takes Y/N into the housewares section of the Super Mega Ultra S-Mart, and usually, he's somewhat sensitive about how he comments on things, but as much as he hates thinking it, he kind of agrees with the strick kill-joy manager. This place is a fucking mess. He's counted at least three things that are either in the wrong place for facing a small direction. Minor, but that's because he's trying to ignore the horror of the prop placement. He finds a cracked piece of a fake candy cane on the ground which smells like ball sacks like fish.

"All right, people. This is Y/N Williams." Reginald introduces the man who's currently tossing away the broken candy cane piece in disgust. "He's the new sher- Well, I guess deputy suits him more. But nevertheless, what he says, goes."

"Hello, gentlemen." Y/N professionally greets all of them with a small wave, doing a bad job of hiding the cocky smirk he has on due to being in charge of a group so early in his career. Needless to say, they don't look very.... much like they reciprocate. The nice looking guy is the only one who at least gives a fixed smile to pretend that he's happy he's here. The obese and Santa Clause kid don't hide their disinterest, and the very hot looking woman is.... staring at him in a way he can't read. He doesn't know if he should be worried or turned on.

"This is the Housewares crew. Dave, Raoul, Jarvis, and Caroline." Reginald introduces them to Y/N, noticing a weird tension between the two, and it's not a horny or friendly kind. "They're all yours, Mr. Williams. Be careful, they're a.... excited bunch."

"Yeah, I can see that." Y/N comment with a small chuckle, before then awkwardly clearing his throat when he sees the look they all give him upon making it. Yeah, that wasn't the best thing he could've said. "So, I'll just go put my stuff down and-"

Suddenly, a loud deafening scream echoes across the mall, causing him to instantly shut his mouth and snap his head around. His breathing feels shaky now, all of a sudden, multiple flashbacks coming back to his head with that one scream.

Without waiting, he drops everything, literally, and takes off. Reginald and the crew watch him leave, bewildered.

"Williams?!"

When Y/N makes it back to the S-Mart's parking lot, he looks around like he knows the woman screaming, sweat coming out of his face despite it being freezing cold outside. Eventually, the woman screams again and he runs towards it to find a woman that would've been her mom's age in the ground, leaning against the car with a terrified expression on his face.

"Miss? Miss!" He calls out to her as he rushes over and kneels down to her level. He can see her tears roaming down her cheeks, and her eyes look like they've been through Doomsday. "Are you okay? What's wrong?!" He asks her, wanting to pull her in for a comforting hug, but restrains himself because he knows that he doesn't actually know this woman.

"J-J-Juh....." The woman stutters up a storm, causing Y/N to blink, wondering even more what she just saw. "J-J-J....."

"What? I.... I can't understand you."

"Jason....." She finally lets out, though her voice is barely a whisper. Y/N blinks again, not knowing what variant carrying that name she's stuttering about. He glances over, and that's when he finds the frozen pool of blood on the snow. That, or somebody spilled their cranberry sauce, but something tells him the price wasn't that bad for the reaction this lady has.

He steps over, and that's when he finds a lock of hair in the middle of it as well, as well as a long trail that was created by dragging something away from here. Somebody's moved a body, no, wait, looks like two bodies.

Before he can play Cole Phelps and play truth, doubt, or lie with the lady, sirens blare out in the background, causing him to let out a huge sigh. Cops.... great. He turns around and sees two cars pulling up to the parking lot.

When they all step out, they see Y/N, a crying lady, and the Ice Truck Killer's little spill of blood he spilled on his way to drop it at the Marinara View Hotel. Hopefully, he got that reference right. "Hey!" One of them calls out, looking like Needlenose from that one Chucky movie. He puts a hand on his waist and Y/N quickly holds up his hands that say 'don't shoot'. "You stay right there!"

"Hey, pal, take it easy." Y/N attempts to plead to the cop as he drops the lock of hair he was holding, at least he thinks he was still holding it. "This isn't what it-"

"Shut it, I said stay there so we can..." The cop begins barking something, only to pause mid-sentence when he matches closer towards him. "Wait a second, aren't you the Williams kid from Detroit?" He then seemingly recognizes him, making Y/N blink for the third time in the span of ten minutes. Is he really known so well almost the way over here?

"Um.... Yes?" Y/N confirms with a very confused face, thinking that he must have posters of himself across the woods if he's constantly being recognized. He thought his dad said that this was an opportunity to 'feel like you're own kid'? Doesn't really feel like that right now. Feels like he's still Ash's kid.

"Even better." Needlenose, which is what Y/N will call him, remarks with a smile.... Before suddenly putting his hands on him. "Hands behind your back!"

"Ow! What the fu-!" Y/N exclaims as he's suddenly forced around by two of the cops and gets handcuffs slapped on his wrists. "Let me go, asshole! I didn't do anything!"

"Shut up!" Needlemose orders as they slam his head on the hood of the car way too roughly for his liking. "Should've known it was the nutjob's kid who's got multiple counts of Assault that was around here..." He mutters with a growl, causing Y/N to shoot up his head to glare at him, which only gets head slammed back down

"Ow! Fuck! Douche nozzle!"

"Hey! Hey! What's going on here?!" Y/N hears Reginald's voice yelling, prompting him to turn his eyes upward and see him stomping towards the crime scene with a face of angry confusion until he sees the blood. "Oh dear..."

"Sir, step back this is now a crime scene." One of the other cops orders Reginald with a raised hand while the manager watches his employee of the month struggling against the cops.

"Hey, A.M! You mind telling them that I just got here before these bozos- Ow!" Y/N looks to Reginald for some help, knowing that there's no justifiable cause for his treatment he's getting. "Alright, I'm restrained! You can let go, pal!"

Then, Reginald tells one of the cops about what happened between Y/N Williams showing up and getting himself acquainted to housewares before his sudden departure, all while the twenty-one year old stands next to the car, pissed off. "No, Officer. Mr Williams was standing with me in the housewares department when this occurred." Reginald testifies as the other cop that was arresting the guy begrudgingly listens. "I can unquivocally confirm that he is innocent. So please, for the last time, could you let him go?!"

The cop, looking like the most cliche stereotype of what a police man would look look ever, sighs as he turns towards Needlenose. "Alright, we gotta let him go." He informs his partner in brutality.

"You fucking serious?"

"Well, we unfortunately don't have a reason to throw him in. So yeah." Stereotype reminds him. A very, very good point that makes Y/N give Needlenose an expecting look when he glances at him. He'd like to go on with his night, thank you very much.

"Oh, for Lord's sake..." Needlenose mutters with a shake of his head as he reluctantly walks to the Y/N who is unable to help the cheeky smirk he's wearing on his face.

"So what crawled up your ass tonight-?"

"Shut it, kid." Needlenose snaps at Y/N, abruptly forcing him around and slammin his head back on the hood of the car, causing the guy to grunt and Reginald to wince. "Look here, punk. I know you're type. Mr. Spoiled brat from the big city." He growls in his ear as he takes his sweet time getting the handcuffs off. "Well, we ain't in Maryburry here boy. I know who you are, and the record you earned yourself in your stupid anarchist teen phase. So, you keep your nose clean, or we'll come back to clean it for you, got it?"

"Yes sir, boss. I'll make sure to bring an extra cue tip for the Titanic on your face too." Y/N sarcastically replies, giving Needlenose a nasty look when he's finally turned around and allowed to walk away. He runs his forehead, suspecting some bruising. He shares a look with his temp boss as he passes him, while the cop walks over to Reginald.

"You watch that one over there." Needlenose advises Reginald as he points towards the guy walking away, watching him leave with a pointed look. "He has a history for showing up every time there's a house fire or a bar fight or whenever other trouble starts happening." He informs him, making it sound like he's just like his dad.

"Awfully convenient if you ask me."
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Super Mega Ultra S-Mart: Housewares Department

Back inside the..... Oh, for the love of fuck, I'm tired of saying that horrible combination of words for a title. Inside the housewares department, Y/N has now gotten his stuff out in a locker and his jacket off, currently taking care of the most important piece of every S-Mart display. His first responsibility as the 'deputy' of this town.

Heh... He really likes that title.

"Yup, Reggie was right. This is the worst pyramid I have ever seen." Y/N mumbles to himself as he sets the waffle irons properly this time. His dad literally preached it to him like it was an Islam pillar, so it's pretty much a piece of cake for him. " What would he say.....? Ah, I know. 'Stupid kids. Don't know a waffle iron stack from a water pick mountain!'" He did his infamous dad impression, smirking to himself afterwards. Gosh, already a day in and he's already missing the crazy geaser.

As he reaches for the last box, he finds himself grabbing air instead. Dang it, be thought he grabbed all of them, where did the last one go? Right as he thinks that, he has a waffle iron box in his face. "Looking for this?" Caroline queries with a professional smile, to which Y/N looks up at her and takes it with a nod.

"Thanks, beautiful." Y/N says as he shoots Caroline that Williams smirk before standing up and placing the last box on the very top, officially completing the pyramid. Carol rolls her eyes, pretending that she's heard that before. "And that, there, is what I call, a raise."

"They give you a raise based on your iron waffle pyramid?" Caroline questions with a raised brow, finding the idea complety ridiculous. However, Y/N just turns to her and nods.

"Yup."

Caroline opens her mouth, but decides not to question it. "So, what was all that commotion back there earlier?" She asks as she turns fully towards Y/N curiously, noticing how hardened his face was when he came back.

"It was a shit show, sweet cheeks." Y/N tells her with a shake of his head. "Looked like someone went to ham on a the three little pigs. There was a bucket's worth of blood in the snow, and this woman stuttering like she pissed herself. All of which, the cops completey ignored and blamed me for it."

"Blamed you? Really?" Caroline blinks, having not expected that kind of outcome to happen. The cop part is a different story, because people take their jobs way too seriously over here with all of the massacres they have on the town's resume. "You just have that kind of sway with people, huh?" She remarks with a raised brow, to which Y/N chuckles.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm the complete package."

"Hey, Y/N!" A voice then calls out and the two turn to see Dave walking over to them. "Er, sorry, Mr. Williams. You mind talking to Jarvis and Raoul? They don't take me seriously anymore."

"Sure thing. And Y/N is just fine with me. I'm only five years older than you." Y/N replies as he walks in over to where Dave is pointing, jokingly jabbing him in the ribs as he passes him. "See you later~" He tells Caroline with a click of his tongue before he turns the corner.

"Geez, that's the guy they sent to help us?" Caroline asks out loud as she crosses her arms, still a little mixed about him. "Does HR just pretend that he isn't trying to get his dick wet?"

"You mean because his dad is a domestic engineer expert? I see it more as they know those Han Solo pickup lines just make them laugh." Dave comments with a shrug, trying to encourage her to find some humor in the situation since they're practically stuck with him. "Besides, you were liking it weren't you?"

"What? No." Caroline denied with a look, wondering what gave him that idea.

"You sure? Because I saw you smiling earlier."

"I was not smiling."

Those two aside, Y/N marches towards Raoul and Jarvis, catching them trying to create a dick with unused Christmas props. Oh dear..... Lord, please explain why they still have a job. "Hey, what the hell are you two doing?" He loudly interrogates, announcing his presence to the two boys in a way that makes them jump, however, they quickly try regaining their cool.

"Nothing man, just ignore us." Jarvis answers with a dismissive wave, getting right back to it like he isn't even there. "Just adding some more decor to the Housewares department, that's all." He tells Y/N who is almost offended at them treating him like some sort of idiot.

"Well, gee, my bad, forgot that snow blowers were part on the list as well." Y/N says before abruptly knocking the prop out of Raoul's hands, putting a stop to the 'construction' going on. "Put those things back where you found them, or it's gonna be on my ass."

"Hey, bro, chill! Ain't nobody like Captain Boring over here. What happened to enjoying the job?" Raoul remarks with a mildly annoyed face, pushing his shoulder away. "Geez, you really are an engineer's kid. Go back to sucking Reginald's- Ah!"

Raoul's arm gets grabbed when he puts it on Y/N who throws him down to the floor with a blank expression, not taking that disrespect likely. He then slowly turns to a wide-eyed Jarvis, while Dave and Caroline jog over, hearing the thud from where they were at. "He's kissing the floor, you wanna make it a threesome?" Y/N asks Jarvis as he nods down at Raoul who he's holding by the arm, causing the kid to continually groan in pain. Jarvis shakes his head, intimidated, to which the guy nods. "Good choice."

He then drops Raoul's arm, walking away with a scoff.

"Amateurs..."

As the four teens all watch the adult leave the area, now even more pissed than he was earlier, they all slowly turn to Raoul, who's rubbing his arm with the most pained expression he's ever had, still moaning.

"I think my arm's broken...."

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Super Mega Ultra S-Mart: Break Room

Yeah, it it wasn't obvious enough, Y/N needs a little break to cool his head after losing it for a few seconds there. First day, first fucking day, and he's gotten unjustifiably arrested by cops and mocked by his peers who have the professionalism of Jerry the mouse. No wonder they were begging for the employee of the month.

Eventually, be hears the door opening, but when he turns his rolling chair, he sees that it isn't someone from another department. "Hey, um, Y/N...." Caroline hesitantly greets, looking more nervous than she's been previously. At first, he thinks that he may have handled Raoul a little too hard. "Look, they don't mean anything by it, that's just how they are."

"Yeah, sure they are." Y/N replies with a snarky town, turning away to munch on a sandwich. "That's like saying a Stop sign's red."

"Got me there." Caroline admits with a sheepish smirk. "Well, I mean it as in, a lot of things have happened around here and everyone's got their own ways of dealing with it." She  explains more specifically, not actually trying to make excuses for them. She doesn't want to, anyway. "Started all the way from 1980."

"You mean the 'Jason' guy?" Y/N correctly assumes as he kicks up his feet in the table in front of him, feeling a tiny bit more comfortable again. "That like a..... a legend to keep all the naughty children in line?"

"Could be." Caroline comments with a small shrug, finding the many stories about him to be crazy. "His name's Jason Voorhees. Story is, that he was born with, uh... a mutation that made his face change too much for his body to keep up. I don't know what it's called, but anyway. The other kids would always bully him for it, and eventually, at summer camp, that they all tossed him in Crystal Lake. However, nobody knew that he couldn't swim. He drowned, and soon the camp was closed afterwards until it was re-opened... And then closed again due to the same thing... twice. His mother killed camp counselors to keep the place closed until she was decapitated by one of them. And, then, uh, Jason came back, wanted revenge for her death. Caroline lays it all out to Y/N, taking a breath when she's finally done. "And, yeah, I think that's pretty much it."

"You mean to tell me that nobody came to help him? Not even the adults?" Y/N questions with a raised brow, finding the story more disturbing than he expected it to be.

"Well, according to people in the web, a lot of the counselors were busy with....." Caroline tells him, doing the impression of a.... sausage, entering her mouth, to which Y/N lets out a big exhale.

"Wow, that has to be the literal definition of fucked up." Y/N quips with a shake do his head and the two share a laugh, kind of needing it after dealing with the workering environment they currently have. "So um.... Do people think it's true?"

"Oh, it is, they have a old house that's still abandoned." Caroline confirms with a knowing expression, which makes Y/N wonder if she has some kind of personal interest about the guy. "The legend part of it, however, is that people say that he's still alive to this very day, killing anyone that ventures into Camp Crystal Lake."

"You mean like a zombie?" Y/N ask with a raised brow. To which Caroline hums with a shrug.

"Yeah, like a zombie." She semi-confirms, not really having another word for it besides undead, which is technically the same thing. This makes Y/N think a little about it.

A zombie, huh?

"So, what's with the thing on your wrist?" Caroline then asks as she briefly points at it, apparently trying to keep the conversation going. Y/N looks down as the line on his wrist that's technically it's own tattoo, pulling his sleeve down to offer a better look.

"Oh, this? Something my dad made me do." Y/N casually answers with a nonchalant shrug. "Said that if I ever needed to chop or saw my hand off, to do it precisely here so I'm still kicking." He explains, causing Caroline to look at him crazy.

"I'm sorry, he said what?" She utters, making sure her ears aren't muddled or something. Y/N nods, not joking at all in the slightest.

"Yeah, seriously. That, and to make sure the hand 'stays dead' too, whatever the hell that means." Y/N tells her as he rubs his fingers against it before leaning back into his seat and eating the final bit of his sandwich that's left. "I don't know, I guess he spiked his drinks with crazy or something."

The two are laughing about it until Y/N's face freezes up, which Caroline eventually notices. "What? What's wrong?" She asks him, before slowly turning around....

Seeing a man in a hockey mask.

The figure starts making loud grunts, before charging at the two of them without warning. Caroline screams in terror as The slasher swings his hockey stick at her....

Until it's caught mid-swing by Y/N's palm before he grabs him by the coat and tosses him onto one of the many break tables, breaking it apart. "Not as strong as I thought!" Y/N roars before putting one of his hands around the guy's throat, choking him.

However, before he can throw a punch, Jarvis suddenly comes through the door and grabs onto Y/N's back. "Hey! What are you doing?! Stop it! You're killing him!" He tells as he desperately pulls Y/N off of him. "That's Raoul, man! It was a joke! Get off!"

"What?!" Y/N exclaims, snapping himself out of it. He pushes Jarvis off of him, before looking back down at Raoul, who's currently wheezing himself a shit ton of bricks.

"Need.... Air...." He breathless gets out with a raspy voice. Clearly, he got much more than what he bargained for. "Get this..... Freaking nut off of me!"

"You fucking morons. I get onto you for one thing, and you pull a damn revenge stunt?!" Y/N scolds the two of them as he stands up, having failed at actually getting a 'break' tonight. "I almost gave him a back eye!" He shouts at Jarvis while people runs into the break room.

"Hey, I heard yelling, what's-?" Dave begins to ask until he sees Raoul, once again, on the floor. "Oh...."

"That's because you actually believed Caroline's story, psycho loser!" Jarvis shouts back, while Dave glances at Caroline who shoots herself in the head with finger guns in relation to the two pranksters as they watch the shouting match go down. "Jason isn't real, dumbass! He died years ago. If he was ever real, and not made up by sick screws."

"Oh really? Thanks for enlightening me." Y/N sarcastically remarks heavily. "Got any more news flashes for me? Like how your dick's smaller than a rock candy?"

"Yeah, that your 'example' has been horrible so far!"

"Hey bro, forget about him. Let's get outta here " Raoul advises to Jarvis as he half-takes off his mask, still using it as a hat to hide his hair. The two scurry out of there, along with Dave and Caroline who just shrug.

"What's all the commotion?!" Reginald loudly interrogates as he marches into the room, shouldering past the teens. "I've got customers saying that it sounds like someone is getting killed in here!"

"See ya around, Y/N!" Caroline waves to the guy with an earnest smile, glad that she chose to talk to him. Then, she turns and slaps Raoul over the head. "You're such a prick, you know that?"

"Yeah, news flash Carol, but I figured that one out." Raoul mutters as he rubs his neck.

"Idiot was definitely about to be." Y/N remarks with an angry shake of his head, not understanding the 'humor' that was this kids come up with in the mornings. "I caught them trying to play dick-tionary with the stuff, which I guess they didn't take so well. So they tried Friday The 13th instead."

"And they've ripped the tags off all of the items and got them scratched! Unbelievable!" Reginald exclaims when he sees the mess that's been left behind, including the chair. He pulls his clipboard out from outta nowhere and begins writing stuff down on his pen. "Hockey Mask and Stick, thirty-nine cents... Quicksmart Toaster Oven, forty-two dollars...." He marks down all the damages, to which Y/N glances over at him with a weird look.

"Yeah, pencil neck night manager with a clipboard and a wage-docking slip?" Y/N remarks with a scoff as he also leaves, deciding to distract himself with work instead of a break so he finally gets some peace and quiet to himself around here. 

"Priceless."

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Crystal Lake: Outside

Back in other areas of the town, where Jason has moved on from the S-Mart in continuation of his destination to the old Voorhees house, he finds himself still carrying the three bodies of the girls so he can throw them back into the hut where they can't be seen. Dragging two by their hair, and one is lifted over his shoulder. He handles all of their weight combined with ease. It's like a human picking up a squeeze ball.

Throwing them onto the group of kids from five years ago, Jason then turns around and re-grabs his machete, planning to re-try his journey to his family's house. However, he hears another laugh coming from the heads, causing him to pause as he slowly turns back towards them.

Before he knows it, he's falling to his knees. Jason tries to fight it, but soon, he's fallen into a deep sleep.....

....

.......

...........

...........

By the time he wakes up, he finds himself in the living room of his home when he was a little boy. And then, looks down at himself to discover that he really has become, the little boy version of himself. He still has on his camp shirt, and when he touches his face, he finds no mask under it. His baldness has returned. He's returned to his ugly self. He feels.... ugly. 

Then, the door opens with a loud creak, Jason tense, thinking that it is his father, but when he turns around, he finds Freddy Kreuger walking towards him instead, wearing glasses instead of a hat which ironically make him look much older than he felt like the last time Jason saw him. "All right, kiddo. You had your fun with the bubblegum bitches, now you have to do a favor for daddy."

He effortlessly lifts Jason up and carries him like he's his actual son over to one of the comfy chairs where he then pulls out a book and sits him down for a little bedtime story. "Go get the Necronomicon, and we'll have a little 'father and son' story time. You know, just you and me." He temps Jason with a little bat on the hairless head. He opens up a dream version of the book of the dead, but as the little boy flips through the pages, he finds himself being confused at what he's seeing. "Come now, you can't read it yourself, you know. Unless.... you were able to get the real book and let me make you smart. But until then, sit your oversized retarted cancerous noggin down here, and let me read to you." Freddy orders as she slaps Jason's fingers off of the blood created paper. "I call this little tale.... T'Was The Nightmare Beyond Elm Street. It's a real.... holiday killer." 

Freddy whisper into Jason's ear before breaking out in laughter.

.......

.......

......

This makes Jason snap out of his dream and find himself back in the real world, he quickly stands up and begins marching out of the hut, now even more determined to find the book Freddy wants him to get. To be handsome.... to be smart....

He wants to be smart. 

Jason uses an alternate trail instead of the one past S-Mart, knowing that those humans he killed could all be gathered around after he got caught with his murder spree. As he's walking though, his ears are poisoned with.... jolly singing. Yes, you heard it right, singing that is jolly. It makes Jason sick to his stomach for some reason, possibly remembering the times he was humiliated on Christmas eve while that song was playing. 

He follows the deafening noise over to a massive Christmas tree, he looks at it in awe, unable to help himself but be memorized by the lights, tree, and colors. However, he quickly snaps out of that trance as he regains focus on the annoying singers. Looking over, he sees a group of carolers, who look just as bad as they play. 

"You ready? Let's try it again from the top." The leader of the carolers speaks to his team in a authorities manner, sounding like he also agrees that they are horrible. Jason, knowing that they need some pointers, grabs and lifts up a sign planted into the snow to go offer some.... help. "I want this to be perfect. That means no screeching on the high notes, Shelly, and no dropping into flats Keith."

The man goes on, way too distracted with his lecture to notice that his 'band' is slowly starting to turn yellow at the sight of the man that is currently stopping his feat towards him with multiple shumps. "Ready? One, and a two, and a-"

He's cut off when one of the carolers, Jenny, lets out a deafening screech that rivals Shelly's. They all turn and see Jason impaling the tip of the sign post through her chest, much to their horror. "Oh my gosh! Jenny!" One of the males exclaim, all of them feeling nothing but shock as they witness the poor girl being murdered right in front of them.

Jason then lifts the girl up with his post and impales it into the dictator of this little band with a fleshly chunk, adding him to the collection as if he was making a Shish Kabob. He snaps towards the rest of the carolers that are currently frozen in fear, unable to move or do anything. He then slowly draws his machete, and by the time the three snaps themselves out of it it's too late. He decapitates all three of them at once. The two males by the entire head and Shelly by the jaw.

As the three heads fall to the floor, Jason takes a deep breath before continuing on as if that was just a regular Saturday.

Which, technically, it is. 

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(A/N) There's the next chapter!

Sorry for the wait, I was working on something else, but I was eventually drawn back to this story. Expect at least one more updated very soon. Expect an actual Y/N vs Jason next chapter, as that will cover the Jason house segment of the plot. 

I know a lot of people aren't reading this, but thank you to the few who are. I kind of overestimated the views and comments I would get, but now that I have a slightly lower ego, I'm ready to continue. 

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