Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 22

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 22

“W-we gotta hold on to that piece of paper now, so that we don’t lose it!” Jason nodded to her and carefully tore the piece out of the notepad and placed it near his mother’s head on the pedestal.

“D-does it have to be there?”
“You’re still scared of Mother?”
“W-well…y-yes…”
“It’s not that scary, is it?”
“E-erm…y-yes…”
“Is that the only thing you can say?”
“…N-no!” Destiny grinned and suddenly asked, “Jason? How tall are you?” Jason frowned and tilted his head to the side, trying to think.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I-I dunno. You just seem really tall.”
“Do I?”
“Uh huh…a-and your jacket makes you look really big.” Jason glanced down at his ratty, tough jacket. Destiny giggled shyly.

“A-am I making you self-conscious?”
“No.”
“Good! D-did you eat yet? I-I’m hungry.”
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll be downstairs in a minute, okay?” Jason nodded and walked out of the room. Destiny looked after him and tilted her head to the side. It was so strange to see him acting so nice to her after he had killed four people. Not that she was against it. She was so proud of herself for being an innocent girl!


Destiny made her way down the stairs and saw Jason standing in the kitchen. She smiled at him softly and looked around the kitchen.
“Breakfast time!” she said happily. “Can I make something for us?” Jason nodded and watched as she went through the cabinets and cupboards, trying to search for something.

Destiny slowly realized that there was little to nothing food-wise in his house. The most she could find was a box of oatmeal, and Destiny hated oatmeal. She looked at Jason weakly.

“J-Jason, what do you usually eat for breakfast?” Jason shrugged slowly and wrote something down on his notepad.
“I don’t eat breakfast.”Destiny gasped and glared at him, trying once again to be intimidating. Hey, she said she needed practice.
“Jason Voorhees, you don’t eat breakfast? It’s the most important meal of the day, silly! You HAVE to eat breakfast, o-or…something bad will happen!” Jason gave her a confused look, which caused her to go red. Okay, she needed a LOT of practice.

“Like what?”
“L-like…! Er…well…” Destiny hesitated, looking down in thought. Okay, so she couldn’t think of any reason. Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t eat, though. Destiny looked at him, defeated.

“O-okay, you win,” she giggled weakly, and she saw him roll his eye, looking amused. “But we should still eat something.

I guess I can stomach oatmeal for now. Do you want any?” Jason nodded, but started to write again.

“I will eat in another room.”Destiny read what he wrote and frowned in confusion.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jason gave her a weak look and glanced away. He slowly touched his mask, and Destiny could see his ear redden slightly. So, he didn’t want her to see his face. Destiny started to wonder why he wore the mask in the first place. But Destiny knew better than to press him.

“O-oh…okay, then. If you don’t feel comfortable with showing me your real face, I don’t mind. I-I want you to be comfortable with me…” Destiny could feel herself blush. If he wasn’t comfortable with her, who knows what he would do. Jason glanced at her, looking relieved.

“Thanks for understanding.”Destiny nodded and smiled at him shyly before turning to start cooking. She had some cooking and baking experience from befriending one of the bakers that used to work for her parents. She would watch him cook every day and the he often let her help him, much to her delight. She would then proudly announce to her parents that she helped prepare the meal, only to get one short nod of recognition from both of them before they went back to their laptops.

Destiny couldn’t help but sigh sadly at the memory. When she was younger, she didn’t really realize that she didn’t spend that much time with her parents. She was either too busy reading aloud to Lacey or watching the bakers and cooks work on the meals for the day. Sure, she felt lonely, but the bakers and cooks kept her entertained with their stories of how they became so good at what they did. Some of them came from other countries, so some of them had different accents. Their stories were much more interesting especially when they told Destiny about their country and what it was like. She learned about places like France, Germany, Switzerland, England and Spain, which heightened her interest in going around the world. That was one thing she really wanted to do. Go to all of the places she heard about and discover how wonderful they truly were. Destiny grinned at her younger self’s dreams as she fixed two bowls of oatmeal.

It didn’t look like her dream was going to be fulfilled anytime soon.

Destiny could feel Jason’s eyes on her while she cooked, which made her squirm a little in nervousness. She was scared that she would do something wrong to make him upset. Her hands started to tremble as she worked, her face beginning to flush. Part of her wanted to tell him to wait somewhere else for breakfast, but that would be extremely rude. That would get her sliced and diced in two seconds flat.

The thought of him doing that to her made her sick. She placed two spoons on the bowls and closed her eyes for a second to try and get the uneasy feeling to go away. Feeling Jason’s eyes etch into the back of her neck didn’t help either. She pressed her palm flat against her stomach and cringed slightly at the churning she felt. There was a little familiar pain she could feel as well, but at the moment she couldn’t remember where she felt it from.

She came back to reality when Jason was at her side, looking down at her from his towering height. He looked worried. His fingers slowly went up to brush against her warm cheek.

Destiny gasped softly and felt her face get warmer. He was being gentle, but his glove was off, so she felt his rough, calloused skin.


So, Destiny seems to be acting like herself more around Jason, which is good. But does she trust him already? Would that make her crazy? She doesn’t even know if she does or not.