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Originally written by Chewy Rabbits
The story of Jason Elias Voorhees is a long and tragic one. His father was a no-show abandoning the family after seeing how deformed his future son would be in a nightmare. Leaving young Pamela Voorhees all alone to take care of her son as she suffered from various pains wracking her body, day after day. Her husband, Elias had soiled the good name of the Voorhees to the point that no one would even offer to help Pamela. This and being left with her unborn Jason slowly broke her sanity over the course of time.
At Jason's baby shower, all of Pamela's friends, few as they were came over to congratulate her and assure her that they'd pick up the slack Elias had left. But Pamela knew full well the people's true intentions. They had heard from her husband about how much of a monster her beloved Jason would grow up to be, a serial killer even! Pamela may have lost everything else but throughout all the strain becoming a mother had put on her, she never lost sight of what was truly important to her: Jason's happiness. So she grabbed a butcher knife and slew all of her supposed friends. She'd have to leave town, the police would come and they would never understand why she had done what she did. It was all to protect Jason from what these terrible people would do to him! She was just looking out for her special boy.
Leaving town, she moved far away from where she had lived as a young girl. If Jason was going to be born anywhere, it'd be somewhere she felt he'd have a better chance of being accepted and she'd trek to the ends of the Earth to find this wonderful place! Eventually, her search brought her to Green Valley, Sussex County, New Jersey. It was here where both she and Jason's lives would change forever. Jason was born and the birth was by no means pleasant-Not for Pamela, she went about the paces as any mother would to bring a new life into this world. But the doctors/nurses were horrified at the 'creature' she spawned. Cradling her bundle of joy in her arms, Pamela affectionately glanced down at him.
"Jason..My sweet, sweet boy, Jason Voorhees."
From there, things were quiet for the most part. Jason often stayed indoors, being far too reluctant to ever leave his mother's side and find new friends despite how much his mother may have urged him to. Jason wasn't unaware of how he looked with a bulbous head, misshapen skull, gnarled teeth, and a lazy eye. Pamela worked odd job after odd job to pay her bills and support Jason's medicinal needs. Eventually, luck struck and Pamela was hired on to the local summer camp run by a family known as the Christie's. The name of this camp would later become synonymous with the Voorhees legacy, for all the wrong reasons.
Taking her job as a cook, Pamela took great caution get assurances from the counselors that they'd watch over Jason. She told them how anti-social he was, how scared he was of interaction, and to stop the other kids from bullying him for his deformities. 'He's the most important thing to me, you know! I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to my precious, Jason..' she confided in the counselors and all of them told her the same thing. They'd watch over Jason, it was their job just as it was Pamela's job to cook and not ask too many questions.
Deciding that she made her point clear enough, Pamela gave her son a kiss for what would ultimately be the last meeting between the two of them as she headed off to work. Later on that day, kids pursued Jason onto the docks, pulling burlap bags over his head and shoving him around, the cries of 'freak, freak, freak!' and 'Momma's boy, Momma's boy!' rang out through the camp and poor Jason could do little but run. He didn't want to hurt anybody else, not that he possessed the capability to do so. Pamela was left unaware of her son's plight and the counselors that had told her that they'd protect Jason? They were too busy making love in one of the cabins to notice as the other campers pushed the eleven-year-old Jason in the lake and watched as he struggled to stay above water before he sunk down.
He never came back up.
The camp was shut down briefly after Jason's drowning, only to reopen two years later in 1958. Jason's death was brushed under the rug and no counselors were punished for their negligence that resulted in the apparent death of this young boy who hadn't done anything wrong. Pamela was brought back on board as the camp's cook. This would be the second mistake the camp would make. The first was not punishing the counselors that were supposed to be watching Jason. Now, someone would do it for them. One night the two counselors that Pamela had asked to watch over Jason were found disemboweled and mutilated.
The killings would go on for years to come until in 1980, Alice Hardy finally brought an end to Pamela Voorhees's reign of terror brought on by the death of her son and decapitated her with her own machete. But while Alice may have stopped one rampage, she unintentionally kicked off another. For Jason had survived his drowning, having fled into the woods once the kids had left the docks in fear of what they had done. Jason had come to the realization that nobody except for his mother would ever accept him and so he matured into an adult living in the nearby woods, taking whatever he could from the land.
To see his mother's head struck down from her body was a sight that would stick with Jason for the rest of his life, even up to his own demise at the hands of Tommy Jarvis. Adopting a burlap sack-- similar to the one children had used to taunt him with-- and then eventually settling with a frightening hockey mask visage, Jason was the terror of Camp Crystal Lake for years to come. Even death would not claim him as he was soon resurrected by none other than a bolt of lightning into his decomposing corpse.
Nothing would ever stop Jason Voorhees from doing what he felt he had to do. Which was to hunt down all the sinners his mother pointed out and punish them! Just as they had punished him and his beloved mother so cruelly. Watching from the shadows as a lone car pulled into the front of the camp's gates, the undead behemoth watched quietly from the foliage. This was an odd sight, Jason thought. Normally when sinners came here, it was almost always in groups. So they could fornicate, use those drugs, and otherwise, make nuisances of themselves that Jason would have to stomp out. But this one seemed different. Watching as the person exited from their car, Jason noticed they were carrying a large duffle bag over their shoulder.
Was it a weapon? Were they sent by someone to come here and hurt him? It wouldn't have been the first time as the U.S. military once organized a raid/airstrike to take down Jason but even that wasn't enough to keep the seemingly invincible serial killer from terrorizing the campgrounds for long. As the strange newcomer headed into a cabin, Jason stalked after them. Once he drew close to the door, his massive frame leaned forward, slightly pushing the door open. But not to the point that the visitor would detect him.
Opening the bag, the visitor pulled out what appeared to be some kind of...black box? Jason wasn't quite sure what to make of it to be perfectly honest. He had 'died' long before the concept of VHS had hit his mind. So as far as the zombie was concerned, the sinner may as well have been carrying a huge black brick. Using the small, barely functional TVs that the children got in their cabins, the visitor slipped the VHS into a machine that sat on the underside of the box and pressed a button. The TV began to change and Jason could have sworn he saw what seemed to be a... girl at a well?
No! He wouldn't be distracted from his mission any longer! Raising a fist, Jason punched the door, sending it flying off its hinges and into the back wall of the cabin. The visitor looked over their shoulder and let out a small cry of horror. But it wasn't because they were afraid of Jason, oh no, they were actually glad to see him. Just not this early. They held their hands up and waved them in a frantic manner as if attempting to placate the mass murderer.
"P-Please! Give me five more minutes! The girl will come out of the TV and you can kill her! You can stop all of this!" They cried out as their eyes began to well up with tears. Jason didn't understand a single word of what they were going on about. It was clear to him that they were just trying to buy time and that was something Jason refused to allow. Raising the machete that had taken the lives of so many, the slasher stumbled as a foot was smashed into his groin. Wasn't much left down there after so many years spent rotting away in a grave and then few more years under Crystal Lake's murky waters. But Jason still had enough humanity in him ironically to flinch from the gesture. The machete's aim was knocked off ever so slightly and merely grazed the visitor's arm before getting stuck into one of the floorboards.
As Jason struggled to retrieve his weapon from the wooden board, the visitor turned towards the TV which had taken on the form of what seemed to be some kind of portal and her face lit up in..Relief, panic, the situation was growing far too out of hand to really tell. Growing frustrated by his inability to remove his blade, Jason sought to simply use his brute force to grip the stranger by the neck and pulled her off her feet. Wrapping his hand around their windpipe, Jason began putting an immense force of pressure but he couldn't see any fear in this sinner's eyes. Why? All of them always seemed so horrified when they were about to get the punishment they were due. But why did this one seemed so relaxed in the face of their demise?
"She's...Here.."
Looking over his shoulder, Jason noticed the same girl from before reaching through the TV and gripping at his pant leg. Normally, this would have meant the end for anybody else but Jason couldn't help but give the slightest tilt of his head in confusion. How had the girl who had just been on the TV be here in the cabin with him? Pulling his pant leg away from the girl's grasp, Jason's own grip loosened on the visitor's throat as they collapsed to the floor, desperately gasping for air. But they still had enough energy to crawl away as the girl continued to pull herself out of the TV until she was standing right in front of the Crystal Lake Killer.
"..."
Jason wasn't one for words, but even if he was he doubted there were any to surmise his bewilderment. How had something that had been meant as just a simple slaying turn into something so far beyond his understanding? Raising his machete to cut this girl down, Jason watched as the girl slowly looked up at him, her face obscured by her long soaking black hair, and reached out to grasp his forearm. She only came up to about Jason's waist but suddenly the killer felt so much smaller. What was going on?!
Nobody was ever allowed to get this close to Jason, nobody but his mother and she was little more than a rotting head at this point, kept locked away in Jason's makeshift shack in the woods. But this girl continued to stand before him, almost in a defiant manner and the slasher found he could do little of anything to her. It was strange but she gave off a familiar air. Of someone who would not hurt him like everyone else had.
The one who had brought the strange VHS tape here in the first place was equally as confused by the display. They had seen how much of a danger this tape was to humanity and decided the best way to dispose of it was to bring it to the abode of the infamous Jason Voorhees. Then she could play it and he'd dispose of Sadako, the ghost responsible for the killings of those unfortunate enough to watch the video. But it almost seemed like the two were reaching some kind of understanding. This wasn't what was supposed to happen! With her breathing impaired by Jason's monster like grip, she tried to crawl to the door while Jason was distracted.
Noticing the one who had summoned her trying to flee, Sadako released her hand from Jason's arm and pointed towards her. Jason slowly turned to see what Sadako meant and his eyes lit up in anger at the sight! This woman had summoned this girl to try and get away from him! No one would get away from him! NO ONE! Hurling his machete with as much force as he could muster, the poor soul had the thrown blade go in through their back and out the front as they collapsed on the steps of the cabin. Pleased with his handiwork, Jason walked over to pull his machete out and place it back in its sheath.
But there was still something left that he didn't quite understand. This strange girl that came out of the TV. Who was she, what was she, and why did he seem so calm around her? Slowly placing his machete away, Jason made his way back to the ghost and glanced down at her. He was unsure of what to do next. He had never felt this way before as nobody had lived long enough to get this close to the monster that was Jason Voorhees. But Sadako could see something in him that nobody else could. She could see the boy that Jason used to be. Her corpse like hand reached out to grasp Jason's while the other moved up to push his hockey mask up on his forehead.
Allowing Sadako to take his hand, his other one snapped out to grab her wrist as she moved to push up his hockey mask. The whole reason he had taken it was to hide away his disfigurements so that the sinners could not mock him before he punished them. Why would this girl ever want to see something like that? But that strange feeling from before brought the zombie's worries to an end and Sadako's hand was let go to do as she wished. Pushing up the mask, she'd see Jason's face and while anyone else might have just seen that Jason's entire jaw bone was exposed, one of his eyes was missing and his skin was a dark purple due to all the coagulated blood that had built up over the decades. To Sadako, she saw a side of him that no one else ever had. He may as well have been the most handsome man to have ever graced the Earth with how comfortable Sadako seemed to be around him, mask up or not.
Unsure of why Sadako had wished to see his face, Jason simply stared down at her with a curious eye. He couldn't see her face due to all of the hair in the way but the white dress brought an idea to mind. Was she to be wedded at some point? His mother always told him that girls who wore white were soon to be married. If that were the case then why was she alone? Had her lover been a dirty sinner, one of the many that Jason had punished? As Sadako kept one hand on his face, Jason's hand moved forward to push strands of the ghost girl's hair to the side. Revealing the face of what might as well have been a waterlogged corpse, though not the extreme degree of decomposition as Jason.
But Jason didn't see that. She looked beautiful to him. Did she hide her face for the same reason he wore his hockey mask? Was that why she only came out when people played that black box..? Well, then there would be more of that! If he punished the sinners for disgracing the memory of his mother then he'd do the same for this girl! Just as he was about to tear out of the cabin to find more sinners to murder, Jason paused as he felt Sadako tugging on the back of his jacket. Looking down at her, he'd see a small smile on her face. She knew had found a kindred spirit in Jason from the moment she laid eyes on him. She didn't want him to leave her just yet.
Eventually, it clicked with Jason what Sadako wanted. When sinners didn't come to the camp or Jason had killed all of them, he was often left to wander the barren campgrounds aimlessly. So what was the harm in doing so now? Turning away from the door, Jason slowly sat down on the floor and Sadako sat across from the massive man. Both of them were not much for conversation, but with how they cared for the other's company, it seemed like they could have sat there for hours. Or at least that's how long Jason would have wished for Sadako to stay with him.
Some time would have passed and Sadako had vanished from the cabin, having seen it to inadvertently that the one who had watched the tape had died. Jason would have been her next victim but she could not bring herself to harm one whom she felt close to and so she had fled within the tape. Waiting to be played yet again.
Jason was understandably hurt and angered by the fact that the one person who he had felt some level of companionship with was gone. Now, he had no one left with him to endure all of this empty time with. Rising back to his feet with a heavy burden on his shoulders, Jason would have left the cabin as it was. He still had to take this person's corpse back to his shack after all. But just as he placed a foot outside the cabin, he could hear a voice echoing throughout his head.
"..Five more minutes! Give me!"
Jason didn't need to think twice. It was the words that the corpse beneath his feet had used to try and get Jason to spare them. But this person was dead, he made sure of it. So where was the voice coming from? As he turned back to bring his whole body within the cabin, there would have been a new image on the TV
"..."
So it was her then. The same girl who had seen him as more than just a monster like so many others. In return, he saw her as the beautiful maiden when nobody else would. Glancing down at the corpse who he was holding by the hair in his right hand and then back at the TV, it wasn't a hard decision. Dropping the corpse to the floor, Jason sat down in front of the TV and pressed the same button he had seen the visitor from before press. He'd stay here for a little bit longer. Just five more minutes...
The story of Jason Elias Voorhees is a long and tragic one. His father was a no-show abandoning the family after seeing how deformed his future son would be in a nightmare. Leaving young Pamela Voorhees all alone to take care of her son as she suffered from various pains wracking her body, day after day. Her husband, Elias had soiled the good name of the Voorhees to the point that no one would even offer to help Pamela. This and being left with her unborn Jason slowly broke her sanity over the course of time.
At Jason's baby shower, all of Pamela's friends, few as they were came over to congratulate her and assure her that they'd pick up the slack Elias had left. But Pamela knew full well the people's true intentions. They had heard from her husband about how much of a monster her beloved Jason would grow up to be, a serial killer even! Pamela may have lost everything else but throughout all the strain becoming a mother had put on her, she never lost sight of what was truly important to her: Jason's happiness. So she grabbed a butcher knife and slew all of her supposed friends. She'd have to leave town, the police would come and they would never understand why she had done what she did. It was all to protect Jason from what these terrible people would do to him! She was just looking out for her special boy.
Leaving town, she moved far away from where she had lived as a young girl. If Jason was going to be born anywhere, it'd be somewhere she felt he'd have a better chance of being accepted and she'd trek to the ends of the Earth to find this wonderful place! Eventually, her search brought her to Green Valley, Sussex County, New Jersey. It was here where both she and Jason's lives would change forever. Jason was born and the birth was by no means pleasant-Not for Pamela, she went about the paces as any mother would to bring a new life into this world. But the doctors/nurses were horrified at the 'creature' she spawned. Cradling her bundle of joy in her arms, Pamela affectionately glanced down at him.
"Jason..My sweet, sweet boy, Jason Voorhees."
From there, things were quiet for the most part. Jason often stayed indoors, being far too reluctant to ever leave his mother's side and find new friends despite how much his mother may have urged him to. Jason wasn't unaware of how he looked with a bulbous head, misshapen skull, gnarled teeth, and a lazy eye. Pamela worked odd job after odd job to pay her bills and support Jason's medicinal needs. Eventually, luck struck and Pamela was hired on to the local summer camp run by a family known as the Christie's. The name of this camp would later become synonymous with the Voorhees legacy, for all the wrong reasons.
Taking her job as a cook, Pamela took great caution get assurances from the counselors that they'd watch over Jason. She told them how anti-social he was, how scared he was of interaction, and to stop the other kids from bullying him for his deformities. 'He's the most important thing to me, you know! I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to my precious, Jason..' she confided in the counselors and all of them told her the same thing. They'd watch over Jason, it was their job just as it was Pamela's job to cook and not ask too many questions.
Deciding that she made her point clear enough, Pamela gave her son a kiss for what would ultimately be the last meeting between the two of them as she headed off to work. Later on that day, kids pursued Jason onto the docks, pulling burlap bags over his head and shoving him around, the cries of 'freak, freak, freak!' and 'Momma's boy, Momma's boy!' rang out through the camp and poor Jason could do little but run. He didn't want to hurt anybody else, not that he possessed the capability to do so. Pamela was left unaware of her son's plight and the counselors that had told her that they'd protect Jason? They were too busy making love in one of the cabins to notice as the other campers pushed the eleven-year-old Jason in the lake and watched as he struggled to stay above water before he sunk down.
He never came back up.
The camp was shut down briefly after Jason's drowning, only to reopen two years later in 1958. Jason's death was brushed under the rug and no counselors were punished for their negligence that resulted in the apparent death of this young boy who hadn't done anything wrong. Pamela was brought back on board as the camp's cook. This would be the second mistake the camp would make. The first was not punishing the counselors that were supposed to be watching Jason. Now, someone would do it for them. One night the two counselors that Pamela had asked to watch over Jason were found disemboweled and mutilated.
The killings would go on for years to come until in 1980, Alice Hardy finally brought an end to Pamela Voorhees's reign of terror brought on by the death of her son and decapitated her with her own machete. But while Alice may have stopped one rampage, she unintentionally kicked off another. For Jason had survived his drowning, having fled into the woods once the kids had left the docks in fear of what they had done. Jason had come to the realization that nobody except for his mother would ever accept him and so he matured into an adult living in the nearby woods, taking whatever he could from the land.
To see his mother's head struck down from her body was a sight that would stick with Jason for the rest of his life, even up to his own demise at the hands of Tommy Jarvis. Adopting a burlap sack-- similar to the one children had used to taunt him with-- and then eventually settling with a frightening hockey mask visage, Jason was the terror of Camp Crystal Lake for years to come. Even death would not claim him as he was soon resurrected by none other than a bolt of lightning into his decomposing corpse.
Nothing would ever stop Jason Voorhees from doing what he felt he had to do. Which was to hunt down all the sinners his mother pointed out and punish them! Just as they had punished him and his beloved mother so cruelly. Watching from the shadows as a lone car pulled into the front of the camp's gates, the undead behemoth watched quietly from the foliage. This was an odd sight, Jason thought. Normally when sinners came here, it was almost always in groups. So they could fornicate, use those drugs, and otherwise, make nuisances of themselves that Jason would have to stomp out. But this one seemed different. Watching as the person exited from their car, Jason noticed they were carrying a large duffle bag over their shoulder.
Was it a weapon? Were they sent by someone to come here and hurt him? It wouldn't have been the first time as the U.S. military once organized a raid/airstrike to take down Jason but even that wasn't enough to keep the seemingly invincible serial killer from terrorizing the campgrounds for long. As the strange newcomer headed into a cabin, Jason stalked after them. Once he drew close to the door, his massive frame leaned forward, slightly pushing the door open. But not to the point that the visitor would detect him.
Opening the bag, the visitor pulled out what appeared to be some kind of...black box? Jason wasn't quite sure what to make of it to be perfectly honest. He had 'died' long before the concept of VHS had hit his mind. So as far as the zombie was concerned, the sinner may as well have been carrying a huge black brick. Using the small, barely functional TVs that the children got in their cabins, the visitor slipped the VHS into a machine that sat on the underside of the box and pressed a button. The TV began to change and Jason could have sworn he saw what seemed to be a... girl at a well?
No! He wouldn't be distracted from his mission any longer! Raising a fist, Jason punched the door, sending it flying off its hinges and into the back wall of the cabin. The visitor looked over their shoulder and let out a small cry of horror. But it wasn't because they were afraid of Jason, oh no, they were actually glad to see him. Just not this early. They held their hands up and waved them in a frantic manner as if attempting to placate the mass murderer.
"P-Please! Give me five more minutes! The girl will come out of the TV and you can kill her! You can stop all of this!" They cried out as their eyes began to well up with tears. Jason didn't understand a single word of what they were going on about. It was clear to him that they were just trying to buy time and that was something Jason refused to allow. Raising the machete that had taken the lives of so many, the slasher stumbled as a foot was smashed into his groin. Wasn't much left down there after so many years spent rotting away in a grave and then few more years under Crystal Lake's murky waters. But Jason still had enough humanity in him ironically to flinch from the gesture. The machete's aim was knocked off ever so slightly and merely grazed the visitor's arm before getting stuck into one of the floorboards.
As Jason struggled to retrieve his weapon from the wooden board, the visitor turned towards the TV which had taken on the form of what seemed to be some kind of portal and her face lit up in..Relief, panic, the situation was growing far too out of hand to really tell. Growing frustrated by his inability to remove his blade, Jason sought to simply use his brute force to grip the stranger by the neck and pulled her off her feet. Wrapping his hand around their windpipe, Jason began putting an immense force of pressure but he couldn't see any fear in this sinner's eyes. Why? All of them always seemed so horrified when they were about to get the punishment they were due. But why did this one seemed so relaxed in the face of their demise?
"She's...Here.."
Looking over his shoulder, Jason noticed the same girl from before reaching through the TV and gripping at his pant leg. Normally, this would have meant the end for anybody else but Jason couldn't help but give the slightest tilt of his head in confusion. How had the girl who had just been on the TV be here in the cabin with him? Pulling his pant leg away from the girl's grasp, Jason's own grip loosened on the visitor's throat as they collapsed to the floor, desperately gasping for air. But they still had enough energy to crawl away as the girl continued to pull herself out of the TV until she was standing right in front of the Crystal Lake Killer.
"..."
Jason wasn't one for words, but even if he was he doubted there were any to surmise his bewilderment. How had something that had been meant as just a simple slaying turn into something so far beyond his understanding? Raising his machete to cut this girl down, Jason watched as the girl slowly looked up at him, her face obscured by her long soaking black hair, and reached out to grasp his forearm. She only came up to about Jason's waist but suddenly the killer felt so much smaller. What was going on?!
Nobody was ever allowed to get this close to Jason, nobody but his mother and she was little more than a rotting head at this point, kept locked away in Jason's makeshift shack in the woods. But this girl continued to stand before him, almost in a defiant manner and the slasher found he could do little of anything to her. It was strange but she gave off a familiar air. Of someone who would not hurt him like everyone else had.
The one who had brought the strange VHS tape here in the first place was equally as confused by the display. They had seen how much of a danger this tape was to humanity and decided the best way to dispose of it was to bring it to the abode of the infamous Jason Voorhees. Then she could play it and he'd dispose of Sadako, the ghost responsible for the killings of those unfortunate enough to watch the video. But it almost seemed like the two were reaching some kind of understanding. This wasn't what was supposed to happen! With her breathing impaired by Jason's monster like grip, she tried to crawl to the door while Jason was distracted.
Noticing the one who had summoned her trying to flee, Sadako released her hand from Jason's arm and pointed towards her. Jason slowly turned to see what Sadako meant and his eyes lit up in anger at the sight! This woman had summoned this girl to try and get away from him! No one would get away from him! NO ONE! Hurling his machete with as much force as he could muster, the poor soul had the thrown blade go in through their back and out the front as they collapsed on the steps of the cabin. Pleased with his handiwork, Jason walked over to pull his machete out and place it back in its sheath.
But there was still something left that he didn't quite understand. This strange girl that came out of the TV. Who was she, what was she, and why did he seem so calm around her? Slowly placing his machete away, Jason made his way back to the ghost and glanced down at her. He was unsure of what to do next. He had never felt this way before as nobody had lived long enough to get this close to the monster that was Jason Voorhees. But Sadako could see something in him that nobody else could. She could see the boy that Jason used to be. Her corpse like hand reached out to grasp Jason's while the other moved up to push his hockey mask up on his forehead.
Allowing Sadako to take his hand, his other one snapped out to grab her wrist as she moved to push up his hockey mask. The whole reason he had taken it was to hide away his disfigurements so that the sinners could not mock him before he punished them. Why would this girl ever want to see something like that? But that strange feeling from before brought the zombie's worries to an end and Sadako's hand was let go to do as she wished. Pushing up the mask, she'd see Jason's face and while anyone else might have just seen that Jason's entire jaw bone was exposed, one of his eyes was missing and his skin was a dark purple due to all the coagulated blood that had built up over the decades. To Sadako, she saw a side of him that no one else ever had. He may as well have been the most handsome man to have ever graced the Earth with how comfortable Sadako seemed to be around him, mask up or not.
Unsure of why Sadako had wished to see his face, Jason simply stared down at her with a curious eye. He couldn't see her face due to all of the hair in the way but the white dress brought an idea to mind. Was she to be wedded at some point? His mother always told him that girls who wore white were soon to be married. If that were the case then why was she alone? Had her lover been a dirty sinner, one of the many that Jason had punished? As Sadako kept one hand on his face, Jason's hand moved forward to push strands of the ghost girl's hair to the side. Revealing the face of what might as well have been a waterlogged corpse, though not the extreme degree of decomposition as Jason.
But Jason didn't see that. She looked beautiful to him. Did she hide her face for the same reason he wore his hockey mask? Was that why she only came out when people played that black box..? Well, then there would be more of that! If he punished the sinners for disgracing the memory of his mother then he'd do the same for this girl! Just as he was about to tear out of the cabin to find more sinners to murder, Jason paused as he felt Sadako tugging on the back of his jacket. Looking down at her, he'd see a small smile on her face. She knew had found a kindred spirit in Jason from the moment she laid eyes on him. She didn't want him to leave her just yet.
Eventually, it clicked with Jason what Sadako wanted. When sinners didn't come to the camp or Jason had killed all of them, he was often left to wander the barren campgrounds aimlessly. So what was the harm in doing so now? Turning away from the door, Jason slowly sat down on the floor and Sadako sat across from the massive man. Both of them were not much for conversation, but with how they cared for the other's company, it seemed like they could have sat there for hours. Or at least that's how long Jason would have wished for Sadako to stay with him.
Some time would have passed and Sadako had vanished from the cabin, having seen it to inadvertently that the one who had watched the tape had died. Jason would have been her next victim but she could not bring herself to harm one whom she felt close to and so she had fled within the tape. Waiting to be played yet again.
Jason was understandably hurt and angered by the fact that the one person who he had felt some level of companionship with was gone. Now, he had no one left with him to endure all of this empty time with. Rising back to his feet with a heavy burden on his shoulders, Jason would have left the cabin as it was. He still had to take this person's corpse back to his shack after all. But just as he placed a foot outside the cabin, he could hear a voice echoing throughout his head.
"..Five more minutes! Give me!"
Jason didn't need to think twice. It was the words that the corpse beneath his feet had used to try and get Jason to spare them. But this person was dead, he made sure of it. So where was the voice coming from? As he turned back to bring his whole body within the cabin, there would have been a new image on the TV
"..."
So it was her then. The same girl who had seen him as more than just a monster like so many others. In return, he saw her as the beautiful maiden when nobody else would. Glancing down at the corpse who he was holding by the hair in his right hand and then back at the TV, it wasn't a hard decision. Dropping the corpse to the floor, Jason sat down in front of the TV and pressed the same button he had seen the visitor from before press. He'd stay here for a little bit longer. Just five more minutes...