Near the Crystal Lake campsite.
A young couple was grilling barbecue by the lakeshore.
Holding a skewer of meat in his hand, the boyfriend glanced nervously at a nearby warning sign that read "EXTREME DANGER — LEAVE IMMEDIATELY."
A sense of unease welled up in his chest. He looked toward his girlfriend and said with concern:
"Mary, I really think we should leave... All the locals say this place is dangerous."
His girlfriend, still facing the grill as she flipped a fish, scoffed in disbelief:
"Come on, those are just urban legends. And even if there was a killer here, it's been decades. He's probably dead by now—or too old to even move."
The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a strange dampness on her back.
Turning around in confusion, her eyes widened in horror.
A tall figure, wearing a hockey mask, was silently standing behind her.
He held a massive machete, and his lifeless eyes stared coldly into hers.
Her boyfriend was already lying on the ground in two pieces, blood splattered across the grass.
His face was still frozen in worry—even in death, he hadn't realized anything was wrong.
Before the woman could scream, the emotionless killer raised his hand and delivered a swift, brutal slap, causing her head to spin several full turns on her neck.
The couple had been completely annihilated.
As the killer—Jason—finished off his victims, he hadn't even managed to return to the shadows when an elderly figure appeared before him.
His mother—at least, that's what it looked like.
She was Jason's only remaining shred of humanity… and also his greatest weakness.
The moment the figure appeared, Jason froze in place, obedient and unmoving.
The woman smiled in satisfaction and spoke in a raspy voice:
"Jason... Jason Voorhees, my dear child. There are naughty children living on Elm Street. I need you to punish them. Remind them what fear feels like. Remind them who we are..."
A few minutes later, Jason walked away from the campsite, machete in hand.
Behind him, the old woman's figure twisted and shifted—revealing the true form underneath.
Sharp claws. Burned skin. A red-and-green striped sweater.
It was none other than Freddy Krueger, the infamous nightmare villain.
Watching his plan succeed, he let out a series of maniacal laughs and muttered to himself:
"Go, Jason. Let them remember the fear of Elm Street. Let Uncle Freddy bring the nightmares back to life..."
The next day.
A sports car came to a stop by the edge of Crystal Lake.
"Mm... sunny skies, beautiful scenery. What a perfect day for a murder and arson."
Orsaga stepped out of the car, casually taking in the tranquil lake.
He strolled along the water's edge for a few minutes… until he stumbled upon the gruesome corpses left by Jason.
The nearby car, the tent, the burned barbecue—all told a clear story.
From those clues, Orsaga instantly figured out why the couple had come.
He nudged one of the bodies with the tip of his shoe and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Seriously... isn't this place famous for being dangerous?. There are literally warning signs posted all around. And people still come out here to camp?. If you're that eager to die, why not head to the front lines in Syria?. The death rate there might actually be lower."
Judging by the wounds, Jason had used a combination of slaps and machete strikes.
And based on the damage to the victims' bones, Orsaga estimated the killer's strength to be around two tons.
[Wessex County — Town of Grandi — Paranormal Archive Entry]
Name:The Crystal Lake Slasher — Jason Voorhees
Years Active: 43
Born: 1946
Died: 1958 (Presumed drowned after being bullied)
Occupation Before Death: Student
Physical Traits: ~2 meters tall, over 100kg, wears a hockey mask
Primary Activity Zone: Crystal Lake (has pursued victims far beyond)
Known Abilities:
Undying (can revive even after being turned to pulp)
Stealth (moves silently, avoids most detection methods)
Tracking (can follow a target across hundreds of miles)
Immune to most exorcism techniques
Can lift cars barehanded
Skilled with all types of weapons
Confirmed Kills: 347
Exorcist Association Response:
Attempts: 2
Status: Failed
Casualties: 7 exorcists (5 died at Crystal Lake; 2 tracked and killed in Myanmar)
Recommended Strategy:
Do NOT provoke him at Crystal Lake.
There is some evidence that completely destroying his body can cause him to lose interest in his target—even if he later revives.
Threat Level: RED — Avoid if possible
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This information was pulled straight from the International Association of Exorcists database.
According to their records, unless you're incredibly lucky, going up against Jason—who can track, fight, and resurrect—is a death sentence for most people.
He's the definition of a relentless hunter.
Once he's locked onto you, the only options are:
You kill him first
Or he kills you
And the worst part? He's got infinite continues. You don't.
"Let's see where our dear Jason is hiding..."
Muttering to himself, Orsaga began searching the area.
He hadn't come all this way for nothing—this was a rare, named wild boss. It deserved a proper fight.
Ten minutes later.
He pushed open the door of a wooden cabin and called out:
"Jason, buddy? Where are you hiding?"
Twenty minutes later.
He lifted the lid off a well and shouted into it:
"Hey! You're surprisingly good at hide-and-seek!"
Thirty minutes later.
Looking annoyed, Orsaga kicked over the abandoned grill and scanned the area.
"What the hell?!. Where's my boss fight!?. Is he hibernating or something?. Wasn't the deal that anyone who shows up here gets chopped up?"
He waited a bit longer, but still sensed nothing.
Now he was genuinely annoyed.
He considered just draining the whole lake out of spite.
"No way I'm leaving empty-handed. If I can't kill a monster, I'll at least slaughter a few fish.*
Just as he was rummaging through the car trunk for tools, the car's radio crackled to life:
"Bzzt... Yesterday, a series of brutal murders occurred on Elm Street in the town of Harland. All victims suffered extreme trauma. Based on the wounds, authorities believe the same weapon was used in each case. For your safety, we urge all residents to..."
"...Elm Street?"
Orsaga frowned.
"Nightmare Charlie—Freddy?. According to the Association's files, didn't he lose all his power because the town had forgotten him?. Wasn't he basically in stasis?"
The moment he heard the news, Orsaga instinctively felt—
Something about this definitely had Jason written all over it.