Super Mega Ultra S-Mart: Housewares Department

Still on the job for Y/N. He's pretty much done trying to exchange conversation with anyone this time around, even Caroline. No offense to her, but for the rest of the night, he just wants to keep the old fossils up top happy so he can get paid without having any of his money get docked. He's currently working on getting certain shelves re-stocked, stops for a brief moment to watch a dude he assumes also works here, showing off S-Mart's latest chainsaw that cuts of wooden logs like a miracle worker. Well.... okay, he's only really watching because three cute girls are watching it too.

"Whoa, chain lighting? That's a cut above the rest." Y/N comments as he watches the display from where he's standing. 

"Hey, Williams." Dave approaches, suddenly appearing from Y/N's left who turns to then see the extremely anxious look on the guy's face, and not the excited definition of it. "You mind helping that lady over there? She's been grilling about something for hours." He requests as Y/N glances at the lady he's pointing at, though the ask is very weird to him.

"Why me? I was told to stock everything that's been laying around since this shift started." Y/N reminds him as he points back towards the grumpy looking lady. "You go talk to her." He encourages, though that clearly isn't what Dave wanted to hear.

"I can't. Nobody likes me around here. I've had five balls of various kinds thrown at me on this day." Dave tells Y/N while holding up his fingers as if he's been counting every single instance of this happening. The older guy blinks, looking at him with a bewildered expression. 

"And you're still alive?" Y/N asks, genuinely surprised the guy hasn't been put in the hospital yet if things go so bad that he has stuff getting thrown at him. "That's one heck of a review...." 

"Yeah, so... can you...."

"Just, give me a second, all right? I'll get to it." Y/N promises him with an assuring look, getting back to what he was originally doing. 

"Thanks man."

Y/N distractedly hums in response as Dave walks away, leaving him to finally take care of getting these saws back to where they belong. Geez, these things are heavy, thank gosh he taught himself lifting in the gym despite what his lazy, hungry stomach always wanted him to do. During which, he lets out a yawn, knowing that setting up multiple boxes with one saw each is going to be a pain. 

After adding the second one, Y/N hears some footsteps clicking against the titles in a very confident way that briefly gets his attention. He looks over and sees a very dashing looking blonde with a lollipop walking around in very teasing looking shirt that must depend heavily on the winter coat she brought with her and took off specifically for this occasion.

His thoughts going to a naughty place, he quickly shakes them away, getting back to the job. He's almost done tonight, he can gaze at them later. However, the girl possibly caught him staring, because her head turns towards his general direction, and Y/N can hear her getting closer to him, though he pretends not to notice. 

"Hey there, I haven't seen you around here before." The girl greets him with a very friendly look, prompting Y/N to finally look up at her and see her stylish applied red lipstick. "Can you help me? I seem to be a little lost in this department." She asks with a playful body language that's making it a little obvious that she's just trying to play pretend.

"Of course, what are you looking for?" Y/N asks as he briefly glances at her, still trying to organize this disaster of a shelf. 

"Well, I'm going on a little.... camping trip, and I need some supplies." The girl tells her with a very suggestive linger on the word 'camping'. Y/N stands up straight and turns to her with a raised brow, his interest now peeked. "I've already packed my G-Strings and other goodies, can you help me fill my box with your wares?"

"Hmmm...." Y/N hums, glancing down in thought. "Well, depends on the trip, but, I know for a fact that all of what you're for is over on aisle six." He informs her as he points over towards the big sign, playing it casual since he second guesses her innocent smile.  "Miss, uh....?"

"Bree, just call me Bree." The girl introduces herself with that smile still on her face. "Can you make sure I bring everything necessary? Money's so tight and you look prepared for...." She then requests, licking the edges of her lollipop in a very.... symbolic manner. "....anything~" 

"Well, I'm not any outdoor specialist, but I have spent time in more than one cabin." Y/N admits with a small shrug, his lips twitching, but he does his best to play it cool.  He leads Bree around aisle six, setting all of the essentials into a shopping cart one by one. "This, and this, and... volia! Everything you need, but not too much." 

"Oh, baby, it still feels like so much, I don't know if I'll be able to afford for all this." Bree expresses her concerns yet has this very enticing grin on her face as she stares at Y/N's face then entire time they walk to the counter, her arm wrapped around his. 

During which, they pass Caroline, who proceeds to watch their interaction from afar with an evident frown on her face. 

"Really? That's unfortunate." Y/N comments in a way that's clearly just playing along with her at this point, while also using the opportunity to get something for himself. "If you want, I can try swapping the lamp for a-"

"Yeah, or..... you could show Bree your big saw so we can figure out if the size is anything compared to what you've been stacking on the shelves~" Bree then suggests with a inviting giggle, causing Y/N to pause before letting out a small chuckle. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it......

Ah, fuck.

"You know what? I just remembered that my shift ends in thirty minutes." Y/N tells Bree with a smirk as he decides to check everything they brought onto the register before reaching into his jeans. "So, how about I use this..... executive employee discount S-Mart allows for it's.... favorite customers, and in return, I can at least come along and..... help you set things up?" He offers boldly as he pulls his gift/debit card, feeling just how his dad probably used to feel at this very moment.

Bree eyes his card with flashing lights. "Yeah, baby, that sounds just groovy." She accepts with a more-than-satisfied look on her face, and Y/N keeps his smirk on as he swipes it. Mission accomplished.

As they leave, Caroline leans her head over, emotionally conflicted, she grips the item she's holding tightly, threatening to add another dock to her pay.

She didn't like that at all.

Walking out to the parking lot, both people now having their winter jackets on, Y/N carries the majority of the items all the way to the 'friendly' girl's car where he finds the greatest red and silver paint job he's ever seen. Then, the driver's side window lowers down. "Bree! Finally! You had us worried for a second." The driver of the now obvious gang that Williams sees, leans his head over and notices his friend's new guest. "So that's your lucky guy?"

"Yup, he's the lucky guy." Bree confirms as she gives Y/N a flirtatious smirk, encouraging him to continue on with that he came here to do. 

"Nice car, friend." Y/N comments with an impressed whistle, though he points a sarcastic edge when he pronounces friend. Bree opens up the trunk for him, and the guy easily puts everything inside in an orderly manner. "So, where exactly are we going for this little expedition."

"We, are going to be spending in the night in the old Voorhees house before they tear it down." The driver answers for Bree as he slides down his shades, now giving Y/N a very dismissive expression. "You, are going to take your easily fooled ass back in the store and beat your tiny stick off to dreams of what I'll be tapping tonight."

He then disrespectfully slams the car door in Y/N's face before he abruptly puts his foot on the breaks and swishes past, purposefully blowing snow on Y/N's clothes as he shoots back so he doesn't get his feet curved on. "Later, bitch-boy!" The two guys in the car yell as they laugh like devils, even giving him the middle finger until they swoosh out of the parking lot, their tires screeching the entire way.

Y/N groans as he looks down and sees how much they messed up his jacket. "Yeah, guess I deserved that..." He confesses to himself, grumbling as he tries brushing off as much snow as possible that hasn't melted and gotten into his skin. He hates the snow, it's cold, it melts, it's drippy, and it gets everywhere, seriously. He then turns around and walks towards his car which was conveniently on the other side of him. "Well, that's alright, just means it'll be you and me again, Christine. Some cigs and a six-pack." He states before tapping softly on the roof of his car before getting inside.

He considers driving back to the hotel, but then.... as he angrily thinks about the way that douche talked to him, he recalls one thing he said that makes him remember that moment with Caroline.

The old Voorhees house....

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Crystal Lake: Voorhees Residence 

Meanwhile, the frat-boys and sexy girls have now made it to the old Voorhees house. The snow covers whatever parking spot that was used here, and any lawn that may have existed. The place is clearly abandoned, the bushes are horribly knotted together in multiple leaves, and at least three of the windows have been boarded up due to being broken by something. The only thing that's still lasted is the brick walls, but they wouldn't be surprised if there was some paint that's faded away. 

"Eww.... Voorhees Casa Central." Bree comments with a slightly creeped out look as she finally sees the aesthetic of a lost home for herself. It makes part of her feel like she should've stayed over at S-Mart, that Y/N guy wasn't actually too bad...

"I can't believe you actually worked that guy into buying all that equipment for us." The driver of the car, and Bree's hook up, gives his honest opinion as he and the rest of that gang gets out, the boys grabbing all of the stuff they've 'purchased'. "I bet you didn't even have to swallow the tadpole. That guy must've been desperate." 

"That's right." Bree boats with a proud giggle as they begin walking towards the front doors of the residence. "When you've got tits like mine, you only have to tease. Boys will do anything if they think they might get a taste." 

The four of them open the doors and takes a sweet look of the interior. The walls are a lot more cracked and dustier in comparison to how it looked outside. But that just only confirms that no one will be around to interrupt them, and they got plenty of space to explore however they want to explore their sexy desires. 

The four are already beginning to strip, and while looking around, one of the guys spots a couch that looks like it hasn't aged a day, and already decides what he's going to do. "Hey, come over here, Becka." He pulls his half-naked girl over and sets her onto the couch with a huge grin. "Forget about tadpoles, I wanna see if you can swallow a big mouth bass." He quips as he gets on top of her.

"Furious, you're so crude." Becka responds by the guy's nickname (I think?) as she pulls him closer, already getting touchy with her man. Bree smiles wildly as she looks around, taking off her shirt while her hook up takes a swig of his bottle to make sure his endurance takes a much-needed hit. "Besides, I've seen your 'bass' already and it's more like a guppy."

"Oh, now you've done it...." Mr. 'Furious' growls as he pulls Becka in for a sloppy kiss, the two slowly wrapping their arms around each other. "Gonna make you scream for that one, whore."

"Well, I'm gonna make you weep, bastard." Becka retorts before kissing back as she helps the frat-douche get rid of his shirt. With them getting impatient, the other couple takes that as their cue to find their own room. 

"Let's find some place quiet before he starts yelling." Bree advices to her hook-up as she gets rid of her bra and lets her tits fly out, dropping it onto a random spot on the floor. Her man agreeingly nods as he takes another swig while trying to get out of his jacket, being the last one to make an actual move to get rid of his clothes. 

However, little do they know, outside the window hanging above the couch where the Becka couple are furiously trying to expose the male's fishing net... Jason Voorhees watches from the other side, looking down on them.

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Ma-Ma-Ma

He slowly turns and walks away, absolutely fuming. 

Meanwhile, outside, another car pulls up into what was the residence's perimeter, the same car that belonged to Y/N Williams.  He steps out, looking around the house that is surprisingly bigger than what he was expecting. He glances at the red and sliver car that flipped him off a few hours ago, and lets out a huge sigh, knowing that, that means Bree and her stereotypical horny friends are here. 

He then walks around to the back seat where he left a lamp the brought the second he realized he was gonna go on this little side quest. Like he said, he came here to prove that his father's let his PTSD cloud his reality switch, and in his mind, this is the best way to do it. The story of Jason Voorhees sounded a lot similar to how he was told the story of the deadites, in subtle ways but ones that were noticeable to him.

"Good thing I never gave her this..." Y/N mumbles to himself as he twists the tiny circle at the top around and ignites the tiny flame inside the lamp. He also grabs a wide, thin bag with a family item inside and hoists it over his shoulder. He knows that the kids went through the front door, and he doesn't wanna run into them. Besides, if there was a crazy book that didn't exist, where would you look for it? The cellar. 

He then begins circling the perimeter, never noticing that a third car has parked into the area as well, right behind his. 

He eventually finds a door that would lead to a basement, or in this case, a fruit cellar. He slowly opens it up, causing the doors to let out a loud and deafening creak that probably still wasn't heard by the collage kids upstairs, since they are likely making their own screeches to notice. "Okay, dad, you always said the first place to look would be the fruit cellar...." He mumbles as he looks down, not sure why he's feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"Fuck, stop it, Y/N, you pussy. You're a Williams. You're not scared of anything...." He criticizes himself, forcing his feet to move down the steps and into the darkness below, each pressure with his foot letting out an echoing reek. "It's not actually real.... You're here to prove that it's not real....." He reminds himself as he continues on, searching for the courage of a true skeptic.

God-damned book.

Back upstairs, Jason Voorhees has now finally set foot back in his old home, a place that holds just as many memories as Camp Crystal Lake, and just like they place, they're both good and bad. He hears the thumping from the couch fuckers and follows it, gripping his still-bloody machete tightly. 

He opens the door to the living room and finds Becka riding her boyfriend's cock. He stealthfully steps closer, about to raise his weapon.... 

Until he looks over and spots an old fire poker on the fireplace. 

That gives him an even better idea. He then sticks the machete down into the floorboards, and stomps over to grab the unexpecting Becka by the skin and hair. "Uh... what the f-?!" The boyfriend swears in surprise as Jason drags Becka off of him and over to the fireplace. 

"Furious, HELP ME!" Becka beggingly screams in terror before Jason slams her down onto the floor, and then grabs her by the head, forcing her to fake the fire poker. "Oh fu-" 

Before she can scream, Jason impales her head into the fire poker, which comes out from the other side of her skull.

"Oh, fuck!" Furious exclaims in shock as he now finally realizes that his girl was just killed right in front of him. Jason snaps his head towards him right as the guy quickly tries reaching for something to defend himself, only finding a pillow from the couch and throwing it at him.

That, obviously, doesn't do jack, and Jason glances down at the pillow that bounces off of him and lands on the ground with a soft thud before marching over to Furious. He tries scurrying away, but he's eventually backed into a corner where he's forced to try and throw a punch.

Jason grabs it, twists it so hard that bone comes out, and then forces Furious around where grabs him by the head too. This time, however, he squeezes on it from top to bottom. 

Eventually and slowly, Furious's head is slowly getting mushed and pops out blood.

In the fruit cellar, Y/N looks for and fails to find any kind of light switch, so he just keeps patrolling the tiny room with his lamp. It's probably one of those things you pull on anyway, which he'll only find unless it whips his face. He too, hears the thumping and moaning coming from up above, causing him to let out a sigh with a moan.  Hope that humiliation kink was worth it, kids. 

Wait, why is he saying kids? They were pretty much his age. 

"What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N?" He asks himself out-loud, starting to realize that he's likely wasting his time stumbling around a tiny space for something he doesn't really believe it. "You know it's not real, and how the heck are you gonna prove it here? Scraping up dirt?" He grumbles as he rubs his face, starting to wonder if he too has gone insane.

Y/N hears louder screams from up above, but easily mistakes them as sex getting more and more intense. Sounds like they are getting close to cumming, so he should probably hurry up before they see his car outside. "Okay, there should be one more spot to check, then I can confirm to myself that..." He quietly mumbles, looking around until he spots a very unusual cracked circle in the floor. "Okay..."

He kneels down, sets his lamp down on the floor so he can use both hands to dig through the dirt that was obviously put into a pile. This goes on for a good few minutes, making him think that he was right about this being a wild good chase at first, until his fingers come into contact with something hard. "No..." Y/N mutters before picking up the pace and grabbing onto the item, pulling it out. 

In his palms is the.... supposed, Necronomicon. Y/N stares down at it in awe, but his skepticism doesn't blow away just like that. He opens up the book, flipping through multiple pages and feeling them. They don't... feel like blood. Yet again, he doesn't really know what rubberized blood would feel like. He tries the cover, and... for a second, thinks he's feeling a woman's tits.

"Holy...."

*CRASH!*

"SHIT!" Y/N exclaims as a machete covered in blood suddenly plops through the floor from above and almost gets him in the shoulder. He drops the lamp out of fright and it shatters as it hits the ground. He takes a few steps back, before looking up wondering where they came from.

Up above, Bree is currently on the floor, screaming as the guy he was hooking up with in the hallway, has been impaled through the stomach by Jason who's standing over him. The poor dude spits out blood before Jason takes the machete out and stomps his head in with his boot like it was a watermelon, further traumatizing the girl. 

Y/N hears the screaming and deduces who it could be. "Bree!" He realizes, knowing that she came here with these group of frat-bros. He struggles with tucking the book into his pack while running up the stairs, feeling like despite being wronged in terms of his dick, he needs to save at least one of these idiots from getting themselves killed. 

When he finally gets to the first floor, he jogs down a hallway before turning the corner and finding the dude Bree was banging on the floor, his head no longer existent and one side of his stomach torn into. "Holy, fucking lord and savior..." He silently exclaims with a haunted shaky breath. Looks like he was the one getting nailed. 

He presses a fist to his mouth, feeling like he could throw up any second now, but quickly remembers what he came here for and continues on, accepting the risk. He just didn't think the mass murderer would be this brutal.

He quickly reaches into his back and opens up the top, pulling out the family item he mentioned. A sawed off, double-gaged shotgun, the gun that his dad passed onto him for when a moment like this happened. He shakily grabs some shells and inserts them in before cocking up the weapon, now a little bit more confidant. 

He continues on, patrolling the house where he eventually finds the two corpses of Becka and Furious, one laying on her side, poker skewered through her eye socket, and the other, his head looking a little shorter and wider than he recalled with his teeth littering the floor around it. Shit, this guy does not fuck around. 

He then hears a creak coming down another hallway, causing Y/N to snap towards it and raise his shotgun as he cautiously tip-toes down the narrow pathway, checking doors left and right. It's way too quiet all of a sudden, and he doesn't mean because of the lack of moaning and thumping. 

When he gets to the last door, he hears another thud as well as a creak, Y/N points his shotgun at it, ready for anything. The door slowly opens.....

Revealing Bree who's still butt ass naked except for her thong she still has on. 

Y/N drops his weapon with a sigh of relief. "Holy fucking shit, Bree..." Y/N repeats the same curse words and normal words he's used in the past five minutes. "You sacred the piss outta-"

He's interrupted when Bree suddenly jumps onto him, causing the taken aback Y/N to accidently fall down onto the floor. "Whoa!" He yelps as Bree's arms are glued onto his body. He turns them around so he's lying on top of her now, looking down at her and seeing her haunted expression. "What happened? You okay?" 

"Dead.... all dead...." Bree whispers as she begins crying, still having the sight of that guy's head being smashed in her brain. Yeah, Y/N was able to figure that one out. "He killed them all...."

"Yeah, I see...." Y/N comments with a nod as he stares down...... before pressing his lips against hers, tasting that delicious cherry lip balm. Bree, interestingly enough, kisses back due to the adrenaline, letting out a small, but audible moan as she rubs a leg against his. "But we're not~" He quips with a grin up his lips, wiping the tears off her cheeks. 

Then, one of the walls suddenly bursts open, shattering into pieces, and Jason stomps out and snaps his head towards him, mass murder on his mind. "Oh, gosh! No! NO!" Bree screams as the make out session comes to a close. Y/N quickly gets off of her and quickly stands up, right as Jason swings his machete at him. 

"Whoa!" Y/N exclaims as he steps back, almost dripping on Bree as he narrowly dodges the swing, causing Jason to hit and smash a hole into the opposite wall instead. "Get to the car!" He yells towards Bree after picking her back up. Girl glances between the two of them, scared, but then eventually does as ordered, not finding much room to argue.

Y/N then slowly turns back towards Jason who stomps towards him, to which he charges at him in return. May sound like a stupid idea at first, but Y/N swiftly ducks and rolls under the machete swing, making the slasher miss again. Right as he gets back on his feet, he grabs the shotgun he dropped on the floor. "Swallow this!" He yells before as Jason turns around, getting himself a shell blasted right into his chest. 

The shotgun's power makes Jason stagger back, allowing Y/N to quickly make a run for it along with his family heirloom he refuses to leave behind. 

He quickly joins Bree at the car, who's surprisingly was still able to run to the car despite only having a towel wrapped around her. He gets into the driver's seat and frantically grabs his keys, inserting them into the wheel.

However, when he begins twisting the gear, all he gets is failed engine noises. 

"Oh, come on, Christine! Now is not the time for you hate on me because you're jealous!" Y/N yells in frustration as he keeps trying, making absolutely no progress with each attempt. "Start, you piece of shit!" 

Bree is still shaking in fear, gripping on her towel dependently. "We need to get out of here!"

"Yeah, no fucking shit!" Y/N snaps at her, right as Jason Voorhees him-freaking self jumps through the front doors and lands on his feet with a loud stomp, looking completely unphased by the shotgun blast he just took, much to Y/N's bewilderment. 

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Ma-Ma-Ma

"What the fuck?" He silently exclaims as he engages in contact with the hockey mask's eye holes that are completely void, before that shock gets replaced with urgency. "Come on, come on! Start! Damn it! Start!" He once again tries turning the keys, still to no avail. 

Jason, breathing heavily, clenches his fit....

Before spear-throwing his machete straight into the car. "Whoa!" Y/N yelps as ducks down right as the blade goes through the head rest of his seat, having almost went straight through him.

Bree screams as the glass shatters, starting to lose all hope. "He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kills us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us!"

"Bree!"

Jason tilts his head, wondering how he didn't hit them.

"He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us!" 

"BREE!" Y/N yells as he grabs her by the shoulder, shaking her out of it. "Calm down! Look!" He nods his head towards his wheel, showing that he's got the car started. "We're gonna be fine, now I just gotta-"

Right as he's about to back up, Jason speed-walks towards the car and raises his fists up before bringing them down onto the hood, damaging it greatly with one try. Y/N and Bree hears the engine then go krunk and caput, now ruining their methods of escape. "Son of a- move!" Y/N orders Bree as he pushes her out of the car before jumping out himself, staring at the damage as he walks backwards. "Christine!" He emotionally yells, watching the headlight go out of his baby's eyes. "You son of a bitch!" 

Jason ignores his emotional distress and pulls his machete out of the car, walking towards Y/N with murderous intent. The Williams kid quickly shoots his gun at him, but the slasher just shrugs all the pellets off and swings his machete to which Y/N dashes to the side to avoid it, accidentally tripping on a rock hidden by the snow in the process.

He groans as he lands on the ground with a rough thud, Bree unable to do anything but just watch in horror as Jason then stands above Y/N who he grabs by the throat and lifts him up. "A-Ag...." The guy chokes out as he tries punching the guy off of him, but Jason soaks up the weak hits. 

He readies his machete for a swing at his mid-section....

Before a car suddenly comes out and slams into him, the car that was behind Y/N earlier. Jason lets go of Y/N by circumstance as he's too busy flying through the air until he eventually lands a good few feet away, falling through the snow pile. 

"What the....?" Y/N mutters in confusion as he feels his neck, which still feels like it's getting choked despite no pressure being put on it. He looks up and see the vehicle of his savior, its passenger door now opening. It's... "Caroline?"

"Hurry, get in!" Caroline strongly advises as she reaches out her hand for him. Y/N agrees that now's not the time to be surprised. He looks over and sees the Necronomicon a few inches away from him, so he quickly grabs it before hopping into the car, allowing the blonde to drive off. 

As Caroline puts her foot on the metal, Y/N lets out a massive breath. "Where the hell did you come from?" He asks her the most obvious question he has in his mind right now. "How did you even know I was here?"

"I followed you." Caroline simply answers to which Y/N then gives her a blank look.

"Wow, really? I thought you teleported." 

"Well, you weren't really hiding it when Bree was making a pass at you." Caroline points out with a sassy glance. "You two left, never came back, so I followed your car all the way over here. Besides, something told me you needed me." 

"Something? Or was the whole 'Bree' thing, something you didn't like?" Y/N questions her with a raised brow, noticing how she used the term, 'making a pass'. Caroline now looks a little embarrassed, like a deer caught in headlights. "Carol..." He softly says her name, tapping on her shoulder.

"What? No, it's not-"

"CAROL!"

He grabs Caroline's chest, making her realize that he's begging her to slam on the breaks. She does, and thankfully does it just in time as they almost just ran into Bree, who made it at least a few feet before her bare feet only got her so far in this blizzarding cold. "Oh, dear..." Y/N mutters as he steps out, walking over to the poor girl.

"Dead... all dead..." Bree quietly mummers to herself, still traumatized by her experience. Y/N can hear it, and it makes him actually feel bad for this girl despite their horrible rapport. 

"Come on, Bree, get in the car before you freeze your tits off." Y/N advises as he softly hold her by the shoulders and guides her into the back seat, hoping that she hasn't caught any hyperthermia.  He gets back into passenger seat, where he then leans against the chair, letting out a huge exhale. "It's.... it's real." He starts coming to the realization. "Jason, he's.... he's real. I...... he just went through walls and took shotgun blasts like it was nothing...." He recalls what happened to Caroline, who anxiously bites her lip as she soaks it in as well. "Like a...."

"Zombie." Caroline finishes the sentence with an understanding nod. Y/N sighs, now ready to admit that he's been the fool the entire time. If it wasn't for his Dad's 'paranoid' training, that whole mess would've gone a lot differently. "What do we do now?" The S-Mart employee then asks, which reminds the guy that they now have just pissed off an undead being that is wrath incarnate. 

"Just, um..... Just drive." Y/N replies as he throws up a hand, not really having much else to say. He's still processing what happened. "S-Mart's still open, we should.... we should go back and.... figure out what we're going to do with, uh...." He grabs and holds up the Necronomicon, shaking it. "This thing."

"Okay..." Caroline sensitively replies with a nod, recognizing the shock on the guy's face. It makes him selfishly glad that she wasn't inside to see whatever happened, but that also means she feels really, really hurt, like she's sharing the same sadness that he has right now. She then kicks the tires back on, driving towards where they came from.

What happened was terrifying, but....

The scariest part is knowing that Jason will come back for them. 

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(A/N) And there's the next chapter!

Like I said, this chapter included a small, but exciting bit of Jason vs Y/N. Somewhat, at least. Some more asshole characters died, and....... that, happened with Y/N and Bree. (What the fuck?) But next chapter, guess what? Is going to include even more action! So get ready for that!

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