Crystal Lake: Voorhees Residence 

Jason Voorhees had that Y/N Williams by the neck. He didn't know how, but he knew his name from somewhere. That aside though, he was about to slice the guy who shot him in half until that car came and sent him flying into some deep snow, to which he created a Jason-snow-angel in the process. Despite it supposedly being a pretty easy fall, he still felt like his head hit something that delt a hard blow.

And before he knew it, he's falling asleep again.

.......

..........

......

"No, no! No! NO!"

Jason opens his hands to find himself in a classroom again, though it's much bigger than the last time he remembers. He looks down to find himself in his boyish clothes again, once again back in his younger age when he drowned in Crystal Lake. He looks around and sees all the other kids packing up their things right as the bell rings, signally the end of class.

He faces forward and sees that the teacher is wearing a very similar red and green sweater, pants, and the razor glove hand that shouldn't really be allowed on school grounds. He sits in front of his desk, hands and blades under his chin, showcasing some very evident disappointment. 

Everyone then begins walking out of the classroom. "Freak." One of the boys comments next to Jason's ear before spitting on his half-bald head. The boy flinches, having to rub the saliva off of him with a notebook since he has no other means to clean it with. Once he's the last one left, he then slowly stands up, grabs his back, and steps towards the door.

"Wait, son...." Professor Freddy holds out his hand and points it at him, causing Jason to watch and see him slowly raise his head and show his face that's no longer trying to hide the anger inside. "Sit down." He then points to the chair right in front of his desk, the one that has 'Learning is fun with Freddy!' written on the back of it. 

Jason quavers as he walks over to the chair like a puppy in shame and sits down in front of the older man, his bag falling down on the floor with a loud, tense thud. Freddy takes a very deep, loud breath, before standing up to close the classroom door and lock it, giving them a means of privacy. Once he comes back, he starts pressing his finger-knives against the chalk board and grates them against it, very bluntly doing it for the sake of making the poor kid's ears bleed. 

Somehow, the, almost literally, rubbing nails on a chalk board, creates a chalk image of a stick figure in a hang man scenario with some letters put together under it, unfinished, though Jason still can't really understand them. (It's the word Necronomicon)  "Okay, let's go over this again, shall we?" Freddy begins as he finally puts his glove down and puts his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in front of Jason. "Today's lesson is called, 'Quit screwing around and get me the goddamn book'!"

Freddy's anger makes him put his razors on the chalk board again, not showing any mercy to Jason's ear drums. He then creates a math problem that the kid actually understands, showing that Jason plus Necronomicon equals smart and handsome boy, the slasher's greatest desires and ironically, greatest problem yet. "Hello, McFag, are you there? Hellooooo?" Freddy mocks Jason as he taps on the boy's head with his razor blade, making the poor boy begin to cry at the humiliation. "The porch light is on, but no freaks are home."

Freddy presses his blade harder against Jason's bald spots, causing some blood to slowly pour out due to the cuts, Jason's sobbing becomes louder. "Oh, what am I gonna do? No one's answering the door." The dream demon remarks as starts to suspect that Jason knows something but has forgotten that he can speak in this form. "Guess I'll just have to let myself in and look around." He states as he inserts one of his razor blades against the boy's forehead, carving it down from top to bottom. 

He then sticks his non-gloved hand into Jason's own head, causing the boy to shake comfortably as well as cry. Inside, he finds what he's surprised to see is an actual memory from the guy's brain. "Hmm.... lots of room in here that I could put in a hot tub." Freddy comments with a grin at the expense of the Voorhees kid, until his fingers catch something interesting. "Say, what's this little gem?" He wonders out loud. 

Inside, is the tag of the guy that Jason was just about to kill right until he was suddenly rammed with that car. " 'Y/N Williams, S-Mart Clerk.' " He reads out loud with a hum. "Well, if Mr. Minimum wage has my book, I guess we'll just have to go to this S-Mart and put a special order in." Freddy tells Jason with a large grin as he crushes the ID in his palm, turning it into smoky blood that falls through the floor. "Now go get my freaking book and kill everyone that gets in your way!"

He then aggressively kicks the chair Jason's sitting in, knocking him down onto the floor where he hits his head.

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..............

..........

Jason's head then shoots up from kissing the ground, and he finds himself back in the sheet of snow that he's been sleeping on.

Letting out a morning groan that only he can hear, the calmly stands back up on his feet, grabs his machete and begins walking towards the S-Mart, remembering how he came across it when he killed those three horny girls.

He's good with locations.

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 Super Mega Ultra S-Mart: Just Outside

Outside of the massive shopping center, near the back exit of the housewares department, guess what Jarvis, Raoul, and even Dave are doing on their special break? No, really, take a wild guess. If you assumed drinking or having a really good meal, you are dead wrong. The van is currently stinking up the air with it's weed product. It's a surprise that everyone hasn't been fired yet at this point, since this isn't the first time, obviously.

Well.... okay, in Dave's defense, he's not actually smoking anything.

"Come on, Davy-boy." Jarvis encourages as he holds the blunt to Dave's face, who just looks away with a face of genuine disgust. Justifiably so, because it smells like a raccoon's asshole. "Wha's your problem, man? It's just a joint."

"Man, dis is a bad idea, holmes." Raoul tells Jarvis with a rough set of coughs, feeling like he was right about not letting their secret hobby slide in front of the nice guy coworker here. He's now wearing a beanie, still committed to not showing what his hair looks like despite it being hot as fuck in this van. "Davy here's a narc, man."

"I'm not a narc, ass." Dave denies with a glare as he pushes the joint away from his face, not wanting to put his mouth on whatever Jarvis's lips have touched. "I just don't the idea of not being in control of my faculties." He states in his defense. His head needs to be clear at all times so he can figure out how to get people to like him more. 

"Ah, whatever, Wally Whitebread. No wonder Caroline thinks you're playing for the other team." Raoul waves him off as he takes another hit of his joint, letting out another loud rough bombard of coughs, yet still looking like he's enjoying the effects of it after. Dave gives him a glare, since Raoul knows how he feels about her and not liking being made fun of for that. "Just leaves more for me an' my boy, Jarvis." Raoul happily states as he taps on his bro's shoulder, the two of them laughing as high as they are. 

Then, they hear a car driving close and it's headlights shining into the interior of their van that has none shining inside of it. "What the.....?" Raoul utters in confusion as they all squint and  block their eyes, the guy eventually seeing who's car that is. "What, isn't that...?" He realizes as he quickly opens the door and steps out, along with the two bumbling bros.

"Caroline?" Dave recognizes as they watch her, and Y/N carrying a still shocked Bree out of the car. "What the hell is going on?"

"Dave, it's Jason!" Caroline quickly tells him in a slightly panicked voice as he rushes over while Y/N gets some socks and shoes for Bree before her toes touch the freezing cold snowflakes. "He's real and after us!" 

"Jason?" Dave repeats her with a perplexed look, looking over her shoulder and glancing between her and Y/N until he puts two and two together. "Wait, Jason Voorhees?" 

"Whoa, hey there, baby~" Jarvis, having other things on the mind, glances over and can't help but be aroused by the obviously naked chick wrapped in a towel that Y/N's taken care of. "You looking for some action? You came to the right place." 

"Hey, back off, dicks for brains." Y/N orders as he marches over and stands between them and the girls. "She just saw three of her friends, I use that term loosely, but she watched them get butchered by a maniac welding a gardening tool." He tells them with a very low-tempered look on his face. "She's obviously in shock, you dumb fucks. So, keep in your pants, assuming it's big enough to dangle out.'" 

"What the hell did you just say?!" Raoul roars as he marches into Y/N's face, not liking the joke made about his best friend's genitalia. "You wanna another piece of me tough guy? My bro here got my back and we'll put your genetic housewares ass apart and leave the remains on the curbside."

"Yeah man!" Jarvis exclaims, spreading his arms wide.

"Wow, okay, did your dad teach you two talk like that? Or was it your mom while she was under the bottle because his justifiably-disappointed-self left the two of you." Y/N asks as he takes a step closer, the two looking close to actually throwing a punch. "Wait, are you high?!" He questions him, now smelling his breath.

"Uh...." Raoul stutters, causing Y/N to roll his eyes.

"Oh my gosh, it's worse than I thought...." 

"Hey, leave him alone!" Jarvis yells as he shoves Y/N's shoulder. "How about you pick on someone your own size for once!?"

"Sorry, but unless you have a few McDonalds gift cards, I don't think that's gonna be possible." Y/N tells him with a wildly cheeky smirk. This, obviously, does not actually help the situation in the slightest.

"Well, at least my mom is around!" Raoul then shouts as he points at Y/N, wiping the smirk clean off of his face.

"How do you....?"

"Oh, what's wrong? Not in a cocky mood anymore? Caroline's right, you do have small dick syndrome!" Raoul taunts as he bumps his chest like he's trying to offend a gorilla. "Come on, tough guy, you gonna stand up to me like you stood up to a ghost?"

"Did you not hear what we just said!?" Y/N yells as he points towards the shocked girl standing nearby. "Three people are dead!" 

The two of them then escalate into a screaming match no one able to be understood by the third parties. Dave awkwardly stands next to the van, not knowing what do to, while Jarvis watches with amusement and his arms crossed. 

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" Caroline snaps as she stomps over and stands between the two of them, way too stressed out about murderers to be hearing them scream at each other to the point that it's turned into petty insults. "Quit waving your cocks around, we're not impressed!" She scorns as she pushes Raoul and Y/N away from each other before a head gets ripped out. "We need to work together if we want to survive."

"Man, whatever bitch. You and daddy's boy over here are out of your freaking minds." Raoul scoffs with a wave, turning around to head back into the S-Mart. Clearly, he's still not convinced of any deadites, no matter what the two of them say. "Come on, Jarvis. There's some chicks in the lingerie department that want some hot young dicks waved around." He beckons his buddy over, and the two walk away, giggling at the thought.

Dave then finally steps over, awkwardly clearing his throat. "So, are you two....?" He hintingly asks shyly, pointing between the both of them. 

"Are you being serious right now?" Caroline asks him with a raised brow, to which Dave nods, embarrassed, walking back inside as well. If they were to guess, he's less skeptical, but not able to believe it until he sees it. 

"That went well...." Y/N mutters with a sigh as he puts his sleeves into his pockets. "You have spare clothes, right? 'Cause those shoes were the only things I was able to find." He then asks as he points towards Bree, who's just been sitting in the back of the car, hypnotized by shock. 

Caroline nods.

"Yeah, yeah, come on."

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 Super Mega Ultra S-Mart: Housewares Department

The three slide into the back, finding a nice substitute for a changing room for Bree to change into some clothes without exposing her fragile self through the endless crowd of customers that are still around the Super Mega Ultra S-Mart........ Ugh, who came up with that name? Anyway, Caroline helps Bree out while Y/N studies through the book of the dead like a study guide. 

"Here, Bree. This all I got." Caroline changes Bree into some clothes she brought for the sake of changing after her shift, but given the circumstances, she thinks it's an obvious time to give them a different purpose. "You, um.... you're gonna be okay?"

"I-I-I...." Bree stutters, and Caroline could almost hear her teeth chattering together. "I d-d-don't know...." She answers weakly, looking a little too freaked out for that to happen anytime soon, especially tonight?" 

"Do you need me to give you a ride?" Caroline also offers, knowing that they are most definitely not going to go back to the old Voorhees house for the sake of grabbing that red and sliver dame that was left behind. Bree doesn't answer though, her mouth opening but only heavy breath coming out. "Um... I'll... be right back." She tells her as he walks towards Y/N, who's eyes are glued to the blood paper. "You went to the house for that?"

"Yes, and no?" Y/N half-answers as he slowly scrolls through the pages. "I thought I was just gonna find a book that could've easily been made by a coockoo clock hermit. But after seeing Jason.... I guess this thing really is made out of blood and guts." He confesses with a sigh, still not really able to believe it despite seeing it with his own eyes. 

"Are you, um.... are you able to understand it?" Caroline asks curiously, feeling kinda weird just talking about such a book. Y/N, sadly, shakes his head in response.

"Only half, the rest of it is it in these weird.... diagrams? Images? I think it looks similar to what my dad tried teaching me, but this things needs an actual translator to the rest of this crap." Y/N answers as he shows Caroline one of the many examples. "Still, there has to be something that shows how we can kill something like Jason 'pissed off' Voorhees."

"Yeah, right..." Caroline agrees, nodding her head as she rubs her face, a little bit tired. During the brief moment of silence, a thought comes to Y/N's head, something that he meant to ask her earlier once Bree was cleaned up.

"So.... did you really say I have, and I quote from a dumbass, 'Small dick-syndrome?' " Y/N asks as he looks up at Caroline with a raised brow. The curly haired blonde blinks with wide eyes, her face now almost red with embarrassment like an anime cartoon.

"U-Um...." Caroline stutters, now a little caught off guard. "A-Are you sure now is an appropriate time to talk about that?" 

"So it's true?" Y/N questions further as he sets the book down into his bag and stands up, looking at Caroline curiously who now looks like her skin's going pale as she looks in his direction. "Don't worry, I'm not angry, it's just that if Raoul heard it, then that means other S-Mart guys and girls heard it, which kind of puts me in a bad spot, if you know what I mean. So...." He tries explaining himself, only to see that the girl's face has not changed throughout his entire uncharacteristic rant. That's when he realizes that she's not actually staring at him, but rather, something behind him. "Carol? What's wrong, shining diamond? What are you....?"

Then he turns around, and his face goes pale too.

"....looking at?" 

Ki-Ki-Ki

Ma-Ma-Ma

The doors to the department slide open and close with a ding, and stepping his boots on the mat.... is Jason Voorhees, casually walking in like he's here for some actual grocery shopping. Even the ambiance of the entire store goes silent as everyone's eyes eventually fall onto the undead beast that's made his entrance. He nonchalantly walks towards the three of them, only wanting one thing at the moment.

"Hey, buddy! Take that off!" One of the S-Mart employees, not any of the bros they know, marches towards the guy with a clearly pissed off look on his face. "It's not Halloween, you're not allowed to make fun of the town's constant tragedies." 

Jason looks down at the employee who's just gotten in his way, breathing heavily, and not impressed by the treatment at all. "Hey! you have a hearing problem? Take that off now or you're outta here!" The employee orders again. Once again, Jason just stares at him in response. "Alright, freak! You asked for-"

Hearing that insulting nickname come from his mouth, Jason snaps and grabs the guy the arm he extends to try and kick him out. The employee screams in agony as the slasher then throws up upward, sending him falling into the ceiling. The guy must've hit something critical to the lights, because with a few sparks and the ceiling lights rapidly blinking an obsessive number of times, the power eventually goes out.

Ki-Ki-Ki

Ma-Ma-Ma

"J-J-J-J-J-J....." One of the female customers begins stuttering heavily.

"JASOOOOOON!" 

And at that moment, with night and red presenting the perfect lighting aesthetic, all hell breaks loose. 

Jason shuts the lady up by driving his fist straight though her mouth, coming out the other side of her head which prompts him to rip it off from her jawline, throwing it aside. As customers then begin to flee in multiple directions for their lives, Jason pulls out his machete for an unplanned massacre.

"GO!" Y/N yells as he practically shoves the book into Bree's hands, the three of them frantically rushing to find cover from the killer's line of sight. Jason slits the throats and torsos of the people trying to bull charge through the front doors, failing miserably. The killer uses the scanners next to them to block off the obvious entrance, cutting off that escape route. 

They then watch as Jason cuts one S-Mart man in half horizontally. Getting bored with his weapon, he then spots an old man who breaks his back in this process of running away, prompting him to grab a shopping cart. "No! Oh, gosh, NO!" The man begs for his life as Jason raises it up before slamming it down onto him. His flesh and brain matter press through the holes in the cart coming out like cheese with a cheese grater.

He snaps his head and spots one lady who trips on a body, prompting him to march over and grab her by the throat lifting her up. As the lady lets out choked screams, Jason carries her over to an empty shelf which he then sends her body through, tri-capitating her into three separate pieces. Her head, torso, and what's below the hip.

"Oh my fuck!" Caroline reacts with obvious horror as they all duck when Jason throws a man into a nearby shelf, shattering his skull no doubt. Bree and Y/N have all but frozen has past terrors return to present time. "He's killing them all!" She points out the obvious as they all slowly crawl away, where they run into another corpse, the guy that was cut in half, crawling towards them for help until he finally succumbs to his blood loss. 

"Dead....dead.....dead..." Bree repeats to herself, her eyes almost having no pupils as she clings onto the book. Jason cuts a male, and a female's torsos open with his machete in a similar way he did in the corn field five years ago. They fall to the ground, bodies spasming.

"P-Please tell me you have some sort of plan...." Caroline shakingly asks Y/N sitting next to her, though the guy doesn't say anything back to her for a good ten seconds, probably because he's hypnotized by the sight of Jason impaling another customer on hooks holding various bagged items, the hooks coming out through her eye sockets, stomach, and other areas. "Y/N?"

Y/N, not as mentally prepared for this as he'd though he would be, decides to choose the other side of fight or flight this time, hauling ass out towards the back way. "Y/N! Where are you going?!" Caroline yells at him as the guy takes off, not turning back to even glance at her. "We need you!" 

Jason then spots an injured security guy crawling around, before sending his machete down onto his skull, finishing him off. The slasher then presses his foot against the corpse to pull his machete out, and then looks around for his actual target.

"Dead.... dead..." Bree shudders, hugging her knees and the book.

Then her head accidentally hits a box that eventually falls onto the floor, getting the killer's attention. Jason swiftly snaps his head towards the two girls, and sees Caroline's head sticking out, causing her to quickly drop it. "Go! Go! Go!" She encourages as she pushes Bree in front of her, the two crouch-walk around the shelves, eventually hiding behind the end of one of them. 

Jason stomps towards where they were previously were, seeing that they aren't there anymore. Frustrated, the then begins searching around, ignoring the screaming of the other customers as he focuses on his main quarry alone. He goes from shelf to shelf, walking down each one as he knocks the one behind him every time to remove it from the list.

Caroline hears him doing this and closes hers and Bree's mouth to keep them from giving themselves away, although it sounds like they are eventually going to be found eventually. Jason eventually gets to the second-to-last shelf, and presses his hand against the last one, looking like he's planning to simply crush whoever's beneath. At the sound of metal denting, Caroline and Bree share a look, shaking.....

Before they are then grabbed and pulled away just as the shelf falls down and lands on their original position, crushing the corpse that was under it to show what would've happened if they stayed there. 

"Caroline! Quickly!" The voice of Reginald hurries them over as he guides them into a new hiding spot, having been in the department when Jason entered. Caroline stares at him, breathing heavily, surprised that he would actually save her like that. "Get the shoppers out of the store through the back and call the police!" He orders her, having a surprisingly calm head about this, at least he's doing a great job of acting like he does. "We need to-"

He's cut off when Jason's hand appears from up top and pulls out of the spot, throwing him into the floor. The slasher then grabs the clipboard and pen that he dropped, apparently still carrying that around, and impales the pen straight into the A.M's eye. The poor man screams until Jason uses the clipboard to press up against his mouth, in between his jaws, and presses down with enough strength to decapitate him with it. 

Jason then finally turns back to the girls and points his machete upward. He marches over and swings it at Caroline's direction, causing her to jump back, running into the waffle iron pyramid that she falls into. 

Jason stands above her and raises his machete up, ready to implant it into her head.....

Until he glances over and sees Bree holding the Necronomicon. He changes his hand and begins stomping towards her, causing the blonde to shakingly step away until her back hits a shelf. "Bree! It's the book!" Caroline yells at her as a warning in hopes of saving her life. "Give him the book!" 

"Dead.... dead..." Bree shudders as Jason marches towards her, eyes buried into the fleshly cover.

He then raises his machete once again and....

"Yo, Wayne Deadski!"

Jason barely has time to turn before getting shot in the chest by a rifle, stopping him from killing the traumatized Bree. He and everyone else turns to see Y/N Williams, back in the flesh, now holding a Winchester bolt action rifle while standing on a freezer. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the store!" Y/N declares as he keeps the gun trained on Jason, who tilts his head at him. 

"Y/N!" Caroline yells out the guy's name with a wide, emotional grin, never thinking she would be so glad to see someone in the span of ten minutes after seeing them go. "You came back!"

"Hell yeah, I did!" Y/N confirms with a now confident smirk as he cocks up the rifle with one hand, a trick his father taught him. "I ain't missing this party." He declares as he keeps his eyes trained on Jason the entire time.

Jason, however, isn't as impressed with his show of bravado, and marches towards him, eager for some vengeance. Y/N shoots him twice, but despite stagger back a bit, Jason is unphased and continues towards him. This makes Y/N have to jump off the freezer right as the undead killer kicks it out from under him, allowing him to safely rolling onto the floor without much damage.

He cocks up the rifle again as he stands up and shoots him a third time. Jason keeps marching towards, pausing briefly with each shot he takes as Y/N repeats the process, slowly stepping back as he keeps the bullets going. It's like that moment when he boxing that victim on the rooftop of New York, only that Jason's soaking up bullets instead of punches, and Y/N isn't getting himself tired from it.

Although, he is running out of ammo fairly fast. He walks backwards until his back hits a wall. "Ah, shit..." He mutters as Jason closes the distances, causing him to roll away right as the killer swings his machete, hitting some items up for sale again, only this time, there's no one around to dock his pay. He then snaps towards Y/N who grabs a shopping cart and kicks it towards him, causing it to send him into the mentioned shelf. 

Furious, Jason pushes the thing off of him, causing Y/N to dash to his left to avoid getting hit by the flying object. He then retreats down the walkway between the shelves, prompting his opponent to give pursuit. He marches down it until one of the shelves suddenly tips over, causing him to glance over right as it falls on top of him, pinning him to the floor.

"Ha! How's that for some angry shopping?" Y/N quips as he walks over the shelf, keeping on top of the killer. He sees that his machete slid a good distance away from him, so no upward slashes coming his way. "So, hockey fan, huh? You know, they say a slap shot travels over a hundread miles an hour." He lets Jason know as he cocks up his rifle one last time, pointing it straight in the undead bastard's face. "But I find that a buckshot goes a hell of a lot faster than that! And considering I've got this one last bullet left, it's a good thing I-"

He's interrupted by Jason who's somehow able to kick the shelf off of him, sending Y/N flying away as his finger accidentally pulls the trigger mid-air, causing him to waste that one bullet. He then lands onto a different shelf with a nasty thud, knocking it and him over. 

"Ow...." He groans as he feels like he just got ran over by a bull. He slowly gets back on his knees, before looking up and seeing Jason marching towards him with a non-too-pleased expression in his.... eyes? "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a second pal..." He holds up a hand in surrender. "How about we think before we do something-" 

Jason, not listening, grabs him by the leg and pulls him up. 

"Craz-YAAAAH!" 

Jason then throws him into a wall, where Y/N crashes head-first into it as well as against a vending machine, which is more than enough to send the wanna-be hero into a rough sleep. "Ugh....."

"Leave him alone, you bastard!" Caroline roars from behind Jason as she swiftly impales a kitchen knife into the undead killer's back. Although it catches him off-guard and makes him stagger forwards a bit, in the end, it does nothing as Jason simply backhands her away and into the freezer where she too, hits her head, knocked out cold. No pun intended. 

Glad to have that over with, Jason snaps his head towards Bree, who hasn't moved since the fight started. "All dead..... dead.... dead...." She repeats what she's been saying the entire time, tears in her eyes, not saying or doing anything else as Jason marches towards her. 

"Dead.... dead..."

Ki-Ki-Ki

Ma-Ma-MA

Jason then leaves, kicking his own blockade out of the way before leaving the department, leaving nothing but carnage behind. The red lights have all turned off, covering the place in almost total darkness. The S-Mart's elevator-like music is still playing over the speaker though. 

"Thank you for coming! And remember, shop smart, shop S-Mart!" 

The other three employees return to the housewares department, two from the clothing section, and find quite a scene. "Oh my gosh....." Raoul mumbles in true terror. "He killed them all.... Jason freaking Voorhees...." 

"B-B-B-B-But that can't be true man...." Jarvis stutters as he grabs his own head, possibly sweating as they all slowly explore the aftermath, eyeing all of the dead corpses. "Jason's dead...."

"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I saw him walking around with that freaking mask on! Holding that machete he always has!" Raoul exclaims before taking a deep breath, trying not to throw up at the sight of some of these bodies. The ways they were killed are incredibly graphic for him. Meanwhile, the third guy notices the knocked-out blonde lying next to the freezer. 

"Caroline!" Dave calls out as he jogs over to her, kneeling down and shaking the girl awake. It takes a few tries, but eventually, she stirs herself awake.

"W-Wha...." 

"Caroline, are you okay?!" Dave checks on the girl, seeing the bump on her head after she took that hit. "We saw everything from the other side. Fuck, that thing almost got you!" He comments terrified as he helps her up, reminding her how to walk. "Are you hurt? Do we need to take you to a-"

"Yeah, yeah... I think... I think I'm okay." Caroline answers with a small nod, though closes her eyes as she rubs her forehead with a quiet moan. She never thought a smack like that would be so hard. "Where's Bree? Jason was after the Necronomicon and she..."

"OH MY FUCKING, LORD ALMIGHTY!" Raoul abruptly screams from over yonder, and everyone turns around to see him coming out from behind a corner, unable to stop himself this time from unloading his guts onto the floor.  Jarvis leans his head over, but whatever he sees makes him quickly look away. 

Dave and Caroline share a look before walking over to the see what's behind the shelf, where they find Bree..... with her tongue and throat hanging out of her neck. "Oh, gosh... Bree..." Caroline whispers in sympathy as she holds a hand over her mouth. Dave also has to look away before he throws up, gagging a bit. 

But wait, if she was left dead then....

"Y/N, where's Y/N?!" Caroline suddenly begins yelling as her head frantically goes in separate directions before seeing the wall that she remembers watching Y/N crash into. "Y/N!" She screams his name as she runs towards the hole. 

"Caroline! Don't yell!" Dave warns her out of fear as he, Raoul, and Jarvis follow her towards the new-found walkway, stepping over the rubble where they find the Williams kid sitting against the vending machine, though thankfully only having a few scrapes and cuts from his fight against Jason.

"Damn, face first through a wall?" Raoul says with a wince, feeling a little bad for the guy.

"Oh, thank gosh..." Caroline quietly cries as she grabs his shoulders and begins shaking him awake. "Y/N? Y/N! Please, for the love of fuck, wake up. We can't do this without you..." She begs as she's almost relentless with her hands. Eventually, Y/N's head moves up and his eyes blink themselves awake.

"Ugh.... probably get docked for that, too." Y/N remarks in a pathetic voice, before wiping his face and looking up to see all four of the kids he's been trying and failing to keep in check. "Heck are you guys still doing here?" 

"Oh my..." Caroline lets out a sigh of relief as she swiftly pulls Y/N into her hold without warning, squeezing him like a teddy bear. "Come on, let's get him up." She orders the others as she and Dave lift Y/N up by his hands.

"What are we gonna do, man?" Jarvis asks out loud as he and Raoul hang each of Y/N's arms on their shoulders. "No one's gonna believe us when we tell them that a maniac from Crystal Lake came back from the dead and killed everyone."

"We've got to, uh.... find some place to regroup." Y/N suggests with a small groan as that blow did a lot more smack to his head than he thought. "That isn't the last time..... we're gonna see him..." 

Everyone looks at each other, thinking, before Caroline is the first to nod, agreeing with that sentiment. "My parents are out of town. We can go to my place." She offers.

As far as plans go, that's the only one they got so far.

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(A/N) And there we go! New chapter!

I hoped that my inclusion to add a dark and dark red setting to the S-Mart sequence felt a like better and added to the horror aesthetic, as that part was my idea. The rest of the stuff was obvious filler to keep the sequence going, as all adaptations do. 

Next chapter will bring Freddy back into the real world so he can get his lying-self out of Jason's head, so expect him in the next update.

Plz vote and comment, any counts as feedback, add this to your library for updates, and I'll see you in the next one!