#jason who is so disconnected with his body upon returning please please please

[glitter-stained]

"jason fucks with the family by pretending to be a ghost and haunting them" fics are fun but I would love love love there for there to be a fic where Jason instead of becoming red hood haunts his family and wages psychological warfare about being forgotten/unavenged because he is not aware that he's truly back to life. And why would he? He doesn't feel alive. He feels like a husk of his past self, his eyes have changed colours like a corpse possessed, all he can remember is pain and betrayal and all he can feel is the agony of being abandoned. His memories of coming back are blurry so he just remembers drowning, burning, a woman's eyes widening in terror and "you remained unavenged" then more falling and drowning-how does he know what is the afterlife, the haunting, the nightmare? AU where he was just a little better at getting away and Ra's was just a little too focused on Talia after she disobeyed him and Talia didn't find Jason to give him tutors so he comes back to Gotham on bleeding feet, numb to anything but his grief, 15 years old in a 18 years old corpse, unaware of his growth and terrified of mirrors. So what if slamming the doors or sending phone calls feels a little like elaborate pranks now that he's doing it? It's not like there's a manual for haunting 101. The point is, Jason remembers dying. He remembers his grave and the vague horror of crawling out of it. He doesn't really feel hungry or thirsty, and if he feels his consciousness or strength wither away at times it's probably the tether of his spirit on earth waxing and waning, and sometimes he'll steal tim's drink or bruce's coffee or the excess sandwich dick keeps making for him for some reason and if it gives him strength to stay awake then he's too numb to realize and he has flashbacks and nightmares and wakes up to make desperate phone calls begging his family to save him and then he gets angry and sends the place on fire and by the time bruce traces the phone call there's another burning warehouse or abandoned building and then he stands in the doorway in the dark as they flinch away from his silhouette and this is what it means to be a ghost, he thinks: something flinched away from but never seen.

[slasherkisss]

Cabin Fever - Jason Voorhees x Reader [Chapter 1]

Summary In an effort to remove yourself from your previous life in the big city, you move to Crystal Lake. The cabin you had inherited from your father makes the perfect place for a fresh start, however, there is a secret in these woods (and within yourself) that you must come to accept...and to love. 

A/N My first chapter of a Jason story that’s been weighing heavily on my mind as of late. Also a sort of ‘writing christening’ to this new blog! I’ll hopefully be updating this as I go/in between asks. I hope you all enjoy it! This first chapter is mostly exposition, but, set up is necessary for stories at times don’t you think?

You had visited the cabin up at Crystal Lake with your father every winter for as long as you could remember. Despite it belonging to his employer up until the most recent months, it felt like home. The smell of moss and freshly chopped wood made your senses more at ease than the scent of smog and churning machinery. Most of your days were spent tending to the cabin’s upkeep as well as the maintenance of the garden in its backyard. You feel selfish and, perhaps, a bit egotistical in admitting that you had always known that it would find its way into your possession one way or another.

You feel less remorseful than you should, though, in knowing that it took two deaths for you to be able to receive it.

The first was the original owner of the cabin. Your father’s boss had always been a man of delicate emotional standing. After his wife had fallen ill and decided it better to take control of her own life by driving her car off of a cliff, he had tried his hardest to move on and continue with the job turned duty of living to carry on her memory. It was your father who had originally suspected that the man would not last longer than a year. Grimly, you could only agree with him and wait. When both of you were proven right, you were surprised again to see that the cabin had been left to your father in the other man’s will, calling him a brother amongst employees and thanking him for his support in trying times. That had been the first and only time you had seen your father cry. Tears of emotion like runs of rain etched in canvas lining down his face. The sight had made you cry too.

When your father died you had also expected this, but, that did not make it any less heart wrenching. The blood cancer that had plagued him for the later years of his life caught up to him in one fell swoop, sending him to a hospital where he died not days later. You couldn’t remember crying as hard as you did in the hospital room that night when the doctor’s pronounced him officially dead. You still had his obituary report tucked away in the pages of a sketchbook, taped against a canvas of nightmare doodles and eldritch terrors. The knowledge of his death was painful. You had felt your heart rip in two pieces that night, but, it was also eye opening. To therapists, perhaps, it was eye-opening in the worst kind of ways but you had no interest in sharing your emotions with anyone regardless of if your family thought it was a good idea or not.

Life was limited. You would die and, should you dare love anyone as much as you loved your father, they would die too.

You had no choice but to live with your mother and stepfather after the passing of your father, too poor to afford rent or fuel to drive anywhere too far away, you found yourself trapped in a house that only served to further your isolation into yourself. Though your mother tried to encourage you to go out and see friends, perhaps even a therapist, you never did so. Your stepfather encouraged natural medications and herbs, pumping your body with teas and vitamins he imported from one part of the country or another, but you always hid them away instead of taking them like he told you to.

Fights were more common than not. They would argue you with you, plead with you, to pull your head from the clouds.  Your warped ideas of life and death ate away at you like a parasite, disconnecting you from reality. It shone in your job as you talked to customers in a monotone voice and shared no smiles or bouts of stories and laughter as you did when you first started. Your managers called you into the office and gave you multiple warnings, letting it go at first as grief for losing such a close family member so suddenly. Whatever friends you had before the funeral were gone now, pushed to the side in the window of unread messages and missed calls. You had disconnected your phone completely at some point, though, you couldn’t quite remember just when.

There was that too. The fogginess of your memory as every day was spent in a stupor of disconnected, warped, and malfunctioning reality. The world was never the right shade of blues or blacks. Ceiling fans swung too fast. You were afraid they would fly off the hinges and decapitate you. Food became unnatural poison that you never trusted unless you bought the ingredients and cooked it for yourself. Your stepfather’s insistences to take the vitamins he offered you became threats of poison if you did not stay in your room though the words he mouthed and the words in your head never seemed to quite match up. The world of the city you lived in became too fast-paced. Too overwhelming. The noise of airplanes flying overhead or cars in the nearby freeway zooming by gave you anxiety. Your heart ached at the mere idea of stepping food out into a world where there was nothing but noise.

It was when you were searching through old pictures of you and your father that you remembered the cabin. You remembered your technical ownership of it now and, with a joyous leap of hope in your heart, you remembered the quiet and self sustaining style that you and your father lived in every winter.

Saving up for the trip from your bustling city home was manageable enough, but, it was the leaving that was the hardest part. Suitcases in the car and last bag wrapped firmly in your whitening knuckles, you could still register the screaming sobs of your mother as you left the home you all shared.

“Running from your life won’t help you, [Y/N]!”

“You’re only going to get worse if you keep this up!”

“Please come back inside, you’re scaring me!”

“[Y/N]!”

You left without heading her warnings, rage bubbling inside of you of her view of the situation. She saw it as running away from your problems. Fleeing your life to hide like a sick dog and lick your wounds until death. You saw nothing of the sort. This trip, this move, wasn’t an escape attempt. It was a chance to start over. To live far away from where things happened and return to a world where you were happier, where memories were yet to be made, and where you could control your own life and the things you truly wanted.

It was a reset period. A well needed one. A chance to travel back into the memories you had built with your father, to properly mourn him through reconnecting in the one place you felt alive. To be safe in a world where you were in control for once and not the outside forces of cities and parents who did not understand why you were how you were. Once you mourned, then, you would have a world where no one would know or remember you. You could be the you that you wanted to be in a place where no one had any previous knowledge of your behavior.

It was perfect.

A heavy thunk echoed, breaking you from the silent flashback you had momentarily experienced. You turned around, cradling the last box of items you had within the moving van that had brought you out there. The man who had driven the van and helped you unload several of your things into the house before you was staring back at you with a frown bristling against his lips. You chose to ignore it, however, and offer him a smile in return despite the uneasiness he caused within you. “Thank you for the help with the heavier things,” You murmured as politely as you could, “Would you like to come in for a drink before you head out? It’ll be cold out there soon and I’m sure I know which box my kettle is in.”

The joke you attempted did not make him laugh. Instead you watched as he stepped backwards towards his truck, head shaking as he declined your offer.

“No ma’am,” His voice was low as he dared gaze around the rest of the woods warningly, “I don’t want to stay in these woods longer than I have to...they say they’re haunted, you know. A young woman like yourself really shouldn’t be left alone in them...Who knows what could lurk around here.”

You could only laugh, the voice he was using a clear warning. A gentle plead to get you to return to the safety of civilization. A foolish sort of mantra from a tongue that didn’t understand the ways of the forest and, thus, fell on the deaf ears of a woman intent on proving a point. Your fingers gripped tighter on the box, shifting it in your hands to keep the steady hold as your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, skewing his personage horizontally by only the slightest of degrees.

“I’m sure whatever is out here,” You responded with a sharp shutdown of his request, “I can handle it just fine on my own.”

“Well,” He chuckled after a few moments of silence, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, miss.”

“Have a safe drive.”

With those last four words you turned sharply on the heels of your feet, bangs brushing against your forehead while you moved forward. You refused to look back as the sound of the truck roaring to life echoed against your spine. As you felt the rumble in the soil to when it left, dissipating from the area and leaving you, again, in the familiar silence of the autumn woods. You took in a deep breath, smelling the moss and decay that had just begun to overcome the wet lakeside soil.

It smelled like a fresh start.

You hurried inside as the wind picked up, placing the final box in your living room and beginning to unpack the necessities for the night. Luckily, your father’s friend had left it furnished upon his death. The only things you had to bring were small. Utensils and electronics for the kitchen. A few pictures and decorations you could not part without. You had left your television and computer behind, disinterested in keeping in contact with those from your past life. Instead you substitute the boxes they would have taken up with books. Piles of books that would garner their own line of bookshelves both downstairs in the living room and up in your bedside dresser. You would wait to unpack them, just as you would have to wait until spring to purchase any sort of gardening implements and seeds for the backyard. There was a silent thanks that echoed in your mind to the past you for remembering to stock up on canned goods and non perishable foodstuffs, as they seemed to be what you were going to mark your survival upon for the next several months.

The unpacking went on well into the beginning of the sunset, oranges bathing the entirety of the cabin through the thin glass windows as signal for you to cease in your movements. Your own humming and gentle melodies had given you comfort as you unpacked your belongings. As you finally decided to stop for the night, pleased with the progress you had made on the living room decorations, you decided a quick dinner would be a good way to celebrate your move into the home. You placed your tea kettle on the stovetop after filling it up with the sink at its side, preparing a single mug with a fished out bag of your favorite decaffeinated chai tea placed within it to serve yourself after the water had warmed.

While waiting, you stopped out onto the porch of your home, gazing out into the vast wilderness around you. From here the world was peaceful, your heart finding pace with the twittering of the birds as they faded to give rise to the cicadas of the evening. A wind bristled at the porch, blowing past you and causing you to shiver as you watched it take a few reddened leaves with it from the ground. A mental note was made somewhere in your peripheral to rake when you could. Clearing the ground now and keeping it clear would make it easier to plant things in the spring as you wanted.

A motion in the forest caught your eye.

It was a brief shift in the trees. A single change of scenery that had your head snapping upwards and staring out into the distance, eyes as wide as a does as you observed the endless surroundings of brown and orange. Paranoia held itself tight against your stomach as it always did when you had seen something from the corners of your eye. It was not the first time something had flitted there aimlessly nor would it be the last. Your mind conjured up the thoughts of the truck driver who had taken you to the isolated cabin and helped to unpack your stuff. Of the tales he had told you while riding with him and the warning he had uttered before leaving you to your own devices.

I don’t want to stay in these woods longer than I have to...they say they’re haunted, you know.

Another shift and you stared further, squinting to try and see just what was constantly bothering your eyes.

As your mind meandered to the remembrance of the tale of Jason Voorhees, who had drowned years ago in the lake so close to your own backyard, you could have sworn that you saw a figure hiding amongst the trees. He was tall, but small compared to the towering pines around you. The cedars reached to the setting sun as you watched the possible intruder, his face hidden behind a single hockey mask as your eyes met. Or, you could only assume that your eyes had met. He felt...unreal. An apparition amongst branches. Something your mind conjured up in its spare time while you were alone. Your heartbeat in your chest was deafening as you  continued to stare outwards, mouth suddenly dry at the possibility of confrontation but curious to where it would lead.

The sound of your tea kettle whistling, high pitched and shrill throughout the household, snapped you from your reverie. Your head tilted back to examine the noise, acknowledging it for a moment before turning your head back to the front of the house. But, if there ever was a figure in the first place, it was gone now. The spot you had held eye contact with for so long as empty now, leaving only you and the trees alone together.

Anxiety faded to unsureness and you shook your head, dismissing it only briefly before returning to your home and shutting the kettle off in the kitchen. It was only a momentary trick of the eye, you convinced yourself over and over again with a mantra that soon fell from between your lips audibly rather than just in your head. No matter the repetition, however, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more than just your mind, plaguing you with paranoia. It was something more, just as this forest was something more.

You sipped your tea and took a breath. Whatever it was, you were sure, that the forest would reveal it to you when it trusted you enough. Until then, you were content to wait.

[echelonlab-blog]

Reigning Madness – Chapter 56

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Caroline's POV:

   I impatiently listened to the cheerful voicemail message I had by now memorized, waiting for the tone that told me it was recording. “Hi Jason, it's Caroline again. I don't know what Susan has told you but please believe me when I say that she is up to her old tricks again. Call me back, right away. It's urgent. Please, Jason.”

   I disconnected the call and set the phone down on the counter before going to pour some hot water into my mug for another cup of tea. My boss, who at this point needed to be sainted, had let me take an extra day off work and my normally quiet apartment had been turned into a sort of command ops while Jared and Emma rallied their forces to try to contain the Susan situation away from the prying eyes at the lab. Instead of basking in the glow of having my boyfriend home, now my day was filled with frantic phone calls and cranky Jared. I watched him going over whatever new set of documents the legal team had sent him for a few minutes before discarding my tea bag and going to sit down next to Shannon, who had taken it upon himself to be the resident source of support.

   “How you holding up?” he asked me.

   I shrugged. “About as well as everyone else with the threat of 18 years of Susan hanging over our heads.”

   Shannon nodded and put his arm around me. “It's not too late to come over to the other Leto side you know. I'm not even on speaking terms with my crazy exes.”

   “How do you know I wouldn't end up being one of your crazy exes?”

   “Because I would never let you go,” he purred, batting those long eyelashes at me.

   “Pretty sure that's kidnapping.” I snorted. “Enjoy your two decades in prison.”

   “Pssh, you'd never want to leave, not with the way I'd take care of you.”

   “Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

    “Nope, this is a special offer, just for you. Limited time only. Act now and I can have you screaming my name by sundown.”

   “I'll keep that offer in mind,” I chuckled.

   “What offer?” Jared asked as he came into the living room carrying a salad.

   “Oh nothing, Shannon just thinks I should ditch you and see how a real man would treat me,” I explained.

    Jared scoffed. “Well, you tell him he'll have to find one first.”

   “Damn!” Shannon shouted, clutching his chest and falling onto his side on the sofa next to me. Jared just laughed and sat down on my other side, taking a bite of his salad. I was so glad to see that not only were Shannon and I getting back to our ridiculous but completely innocent flirting but that Shannon and Jared were no longer sparring over me either. I could only hope it wasn't all about to come crashing down around our ears.

   “So are you going to go over to the hotel to talk to Susan today?” I asked Jared.

   He shook his head. “No, the lawyers are advising me not to contact her at this point. We're going to offer to pay her a stipend to cover her rent and medical bills on the condition that she keeps the whole thing out of the gossip rags and she consents to a DNA test for the child as soon as it is medically feasible to do so. One peep and it all dries up.”

   “It's Susan, if you can't go for fame, go for money.” I agreed.

   Jared nodded ruefully. “Yeah, I know what she's about now.”

   I went to check my phone for the time and realized I had left it on the kitchen counter. I quickly went to retrieve it and while I thumbed through my emails Jared appeared behind me, pressing his warm body into the curve of my back. I flattened my phone against my chest and relaxed into him, letting my eyes close as he nuzzled my neck. This certainly wasn't the homecoming we had been hoping for and we had barely had two minutes alone together since Susan dropped her bombshell.

   “Are you sure you don't need me with you when you go to warm your mom?” I asked him.

   “Nope,” he answered, swaying back and forth with me in his arms. “When I take you to meet my mother for the first time I'd prefer if I didn't have to do it when I was telling her I might have gotten another woman pregnant.”

   I turned in his arms and gave him a light kiss. “It's not yours, Jared. I can feel it in my bones.”

   “Well your bones aren't sufficient evidence for the State of California to keep her out of my life so we'll just have to figure out a way to get through this until we have paternity results.” He gave me a little bop of the nose. “Go have fun with your dinner with Sasha. I'm sure she's happy to have you for an extra evening.”

   ********

   I was already well on my way to meet Sasha when my phone rang. A quick glance at the screen told me it was Jason finally returning my call. I put him on speaker and quickly answered.

   “Hey Jason, I'm sorry for blowing up your phone but I really need to talk with you,” I began, expecting him to be pretty irritated with me, but he cut me off.

   “Yeah I need to talk to you too but I can't do it on the phone right now. Could I maybe come over to your place?”

   I thought it sounded odd, and maybe a little bit suspicious, but it wasn't like I was home anyway. “Uhm, actually I'm heading out to dinner right now.”

   “That's great, I can meet you there.”

   I thought about that for a minute. It was important that I get to him before Susan had a chance to get her claws into him, so the sooner the better. Plus, I thought maybe Sasha would get a kick out of seeing him again. I agreed to the meeting and sent him the restaurant information.

   I had just enough time to fill Sasha in on the latest developments in the trainwreck that was my life when Jason came sauntering into the restaurant. He had on a big hat and a pair of sunglasses and stood out like a sore thumb, the exact opposite of the stealthy look I assumed he was trying to achieve. I waved him over.

   “Hey, Caroline,” he said, sitting down at the table and then looking around again before taking off his disguise. “I need to talk to you.”

   “Funny thing, Jason, I need to talk to you too. And I've been trying to do it for weeks now but you haven't been taking my calls,” I chided him. “You remember Sasha from school, right?” I asked him as I gestured toward her.

   Sasha giggled and scooted her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “Hi, Jason,” she said, suddenly shoving her arm at him and knocking over the basket of breadsticks on the table. She spluttered and quickly cleaned them up, her face turning beet red.

   “Hey yeah, I remember you!” Jason beamed at her. “You were in my sophomore English class!”

   Sasha giggled again and her face flushed even brighter. What was happening here? Did Sasha have a crush on Jason? How long had that been going on? I realized I didn't have time to deal with it, however. There was potential population increase that concerned him. I cleared my throat.

   “Jason, there's no easy way to put this, so I'm just going to be blunt. I'm pretty sure you're about to be a father.”

   Jason's eyes grew wide. “Who's the mother?” he asked. Sasha snorted into her glass of water and had to set it down quickly to avoid drowning herself. “I meant we didn't do anything,” Jason quickly corrected himself, realizing how goofy that sounded. That was the thing with Jason, he was not very well spoken, and because he was so kind he generally wanted to see the good in everyone else and so he was easily influenced. If you weren't paying attention you would think he was pretty stupid but really he was just a big gullible sweetheart.

   “Susan is pregnant, Jason. I told you that already.”

    Jason blinked his eyes at me for a minute. “Oh, that voicemail. Right. I didn't know you were serious.”

    I tried not to roll my eyes. God knows he meant well. “Yes, Jason, I was serious. And I know you've been sleeping with her at least since that night we all had dinner together,” I bluffed.

   Jason's face was a mix of emotions. “This is why she told me I couldn't speak to you,” he said, understanding creeping up on him. “She said if she caught me talking to you she'd tell that promoter she hooked me up with to cancel the tour he has us booked on.”

   “She what?” I said a little too loudly. Jason looked around in a panic. “Jared set you up with that promoter, not Susan.”

   “Are you sure?”

   “Yes, I'm sure.”

   Jason looked down at his hands for a minute, digesting the situation. “So I'm going to be a dad?” he asked, a smile forming on his face. "For real?"

   It wasn't the reaction I had been anticipating, but he hadn't denied that he had been sleeping with her or disputed the timeline so I was going to take what victories I could get. “Well we won't know for sure until the baby is born, but yeah, I think you're going to be a dad.”

   “Hell yeah!” Jason shouted, grabbing me for a bear hug. Well, at least one person in all this was happy about the situation. Now to get him to confirm things with Jared.