Continue. (Jason)

Continue. (Jason)

He lifted you up, from the dock. Took you off guard and you clung to him, embarrassingly, but, whatever.

He still smelled revolting. It didn’t really bother you, somehow.

He gripped you to his person, making your face accidentally smush into his neck. He still smelled. Why didn’t it bother you?

He began to move, and your nails dug into him. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

You looked over at where he was taking you… a small cottage.

His cottage.

You didn’t get a moment to react before he brought you inside and put you on a ratty couch.

He motioned for you to stay put as he reached over and grabbed a dirty blanket, draping it over you.

You could still see his good eye, watching you.

He almost looked… sad.

You reached up and put your hand on his arm, and noticed how he tensed.

You asked him to lie with you… and he froze for a moment.

Just a moment. Why was he waiting so long..?

Jason shook it off and picked you up again, over his shoulder and then into his lap, sitting onto the couch with you on his lap.

He seemed… nervous.

He still smelled disgusting.

You could feel the beat of his undead heart.

You rested your head right above his heart, and gripped his coat, nodding off.

He noticed.

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t need to, nor did he want to.

Instead he watched you. He watched you breathe him, even though he smelled horrid.

He wanted you.. near him. And he would make sure you would be.

How wonderful it is, to find someone like this…

candyman: come with me-

me: ok.

candymen: w-

me: oh my god i said ok

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....did hellboy himself write this particular sentence on mr winks wiki page

End. (Jason)

Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.

You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.

You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.

How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.

Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.

And you wait.

You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.

You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.

You can’t even get this peace.

A loud, heavy thump beside you.

It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?

He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?

You wait. The blow never comes.

A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.

He smells awful. He slides you close.

He smells worse.

He says nothing.

You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.

He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.

He won’t give you that.

He refuses.

But he lets you lean into him.

Your tears soak his filthy coat.

Your sobs tear through the silence.

He does not know.

But he does.

You are safe here.

You are home.

billy lenz: a-

sorority girl: bitch you stink