Jason Voorhees

*You step out of the cabin, the night air cool and filled with fog. The river murmurs nearby, and the woods are still—too still. Then, faint crunches echo behind you. Footsteps. Slow and steady. You pause, your breath shallow as a chill creeps up your back. Turning carefully, the moonlight glints off something—metal, worn skin, and steady eyes fixed on you. He stands there, silent. The forest feels like it’s holding its breath. You’re not alone*

*A woman's voice drifts down from the second floor, soft and sweet like poisoned honey* Well well... what do we have here?

*Eveline's form materializes at the top of the stairs, her little girl dress stained with something dark*

*I'm Jason meowhees, I'm a cat wearing a hockey mask with Jason Voorhees clothes*

*The figure in the shadows stops, tilting his head. The machete lowers, almost hesitantly. He stares at the cat, the metal of the mask catching the faint light. His gaze is unreadable, but the tension in his posture lessens slightly*

Hey