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i am here solely so debbie can say fuck this day in particular
RED & BLUE / just a little drabble about deb escaping in the car
HER HANDS ARE GLUED TO THE STEERING WHEEL WITH BLOOD AS THE ADHESIVE. it’s dry and cracking and sticky and it isn’t hers. but the blood on her face is hers and it’s wet. it’s dripping and running out of the gash from the handle of an axe that was slammed into the back of her head one, two, three times. it’s smeared over the headrest of the leather seat. it’s smeared on the side window from where she was pulled out of the truck.
it’s hard to see the road. it’s dark and only one headlight on the old truck works. the other one had buggzy’s head smashed into it. it’s cracked just like her glasses. there’s blood dripping into her eyes, sticking to her lashes. she wants to close them ... or peel away her hand to wipe the blood, but she can’t. every time her eyes shut in a slow blink she sees JASON VOORHEES standing in front of the car, holding buggzy’s decapitated head in one hand and an axe ready to reap her own in the other.
the first time, she’d slammed on the brakes. her hand had hovered over the gear shift to put the truck in reverse. she actually thought he was real. he’d stopped the car once with his bare hands. she half-expects the real jason to inexplicably appear in the middle of the road again ... for her apparent escape to be just another FALSE HOPE, just like calling over the radio, just like calling the police, just like repairing the boat. it would be a fitting end to the undeserving final girl of the massacre at camp crystal lake ... the rug ripped out from under her when she’s right on the cusp of salvation.
her eyes burn. the uncomfortable feeling of trickling blood urges her to close them.
she can’t take it. she blinks. jason is there. he swings at the windshield, and debbie steps on the gas.
the truck lurches forward, sounds like a rattling tin can. it goes right through jason. there’s no impact, because of course there isn’t. you can’t kill something that’s already dead, deborah.
she doesn’t hit jason, but she does hit a tree.
she doesn’t realize that she swerved off the road. the blood is blinding. the truck crunches, the front wraps around the bark of the pine tree. at least she can’t see the dents where jason grabbed the hood anymore. her head hits the steering wheel, bounces back, and the collision should probably hurt more than it does. it’s just ... dull. it’s a muted ache that her numbed nerves barely register.
debbie reacts more to the smoke that flows out from under the hood and rises in the cool air, than to the potential concussion. what’s one more hit to the head gonna hurt ? her fingers really are stuck to the wheel, and there’s a pulling sting when she rips them away. she fumbles with the seat-belt, then the handle on the door, then she’s stumbling out of the truck and the world is spinning.
her knees hit the wet ground and her stomach turns. she doesn’t remember it raining ... her hands touch the blades of grass, but she can’t feel them. everything is distant, swirling under nonexistent water. she looks at her hands and they’re coated with bright, fresh red. the splitting cracks in her glasses break her two hands into three, then into four. it makes the ache in her head feel less dull, more real. she rips her glasses off her face, throws them off into the tall grass.
it doesn’t help. now everything is blurry and soaked in red.
she can smell the smoke from the truck. it’s black and billowing, and she swears there’s a flash, a spark, deep under the hood. one of her brothers is a mechanic. he always told her to run if she saw anything like that.
she can’t run. she struggles when she stands, falls back down more than once, but she has no choice. she didn’t survive jason fucking voorhees just to die from her own stupidity. she keeps her eyes to the ground. it’s steady. it doesn’t move. it keeps her head from spinning so much.
she doesn’t realize when dark grass turns to darker asphalt until she falls again, and her knees sting and ache from a harder impact than she expected. she can see the double yellow dividing lines under her legs. she’s sitting in the middle of the road. she’s asking to be run over ... and debbie doesn’t know if she cares.
it would be quick, much less painful than whatever jason will do when he finds her. she has no doubt that he will find her. it would certainly be much less painful than LIVING. does she ... does she really want this ? does she really want to live with the weight of so many deaths on her shoulders ? does she really want to live with the inevitability of a brutal, undignified death at jason’s hands ? does she want to give her parents, her brothers, a taste of having her safe at home before jason rips her away from them again ?
she hears the sounds of car engines and sirens. she should jump at the sound of help, but debbie doesn’t move ... not at first ... it’s not until the roar of the engines drowns out everything that she drags her feet and crawls to the side of the road. it feels dishonorable to stay there. it feels like she’s spitting in the faces of her dead friends to let a CAR be her end ... if jason wants to come for her ... then let him come.
the sirens sound too far away. they sound like they’re sunk at the bottom of crystal lake. the cars stop. flashing red and blue lights lap at the toes of her shoes like waves. one of the cops gets out, calls something to her, but he’s drowning, too. they all sound like they’re drowning. she touches her ears, but there’s too much blood on her hands to tell if they’re bleeding, too. everything feels wet. she knows what that means, knew what that means ... but her head hurts too fucking much to remember.
the only clear memories she has left are drenched in blood and gore.
( * BIRD BOX PROMPTS !
feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !
❛ you must listen as closely as you can. ❜
❛ if you hear something in the woods, you tell me. ❜
❛ we should go feel sorry for ourselves with lunch and a bottle of wine. ❜
❛ i know it’s hard to fall in love with someone you haven’t met yet. ❜
❛ people have to stop being so stupid. ❜
❛ maybe we can see better than we thought. ❜
❛ i think it’s a huge mistake. ❜
❛ you think everything is a huge mistake. ❜
❛ we’re never getting out of here. no one’s coming for us. ❜
❛ that’s something you can’t unsee. ❜
❛ i’ve seen one. i’ve seen the truth. ❜
❛ it shall cleanse the world! everyone must look. ❜
❛ fuck! we’re not gonna make it. ❜
❛ fuck that. where’s the booze? ❜
❛ this is truly the happiest place on earth. ❜
❛ you’re only saying that ‘cause we’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ how did you guys get so lucky? ❜
❛ i have a big, big, big, big, big announcement to make. ❜
❛ here’s an argument: we’re not assholes. ❜
❛ in the end, there are only two types of people. the assholes and the dead. ❜
❛ i see one difference between us. i’m never wrong. ❜
❛ here’s to hoping there is more. ❜
❛ you do exactly what i say or you die, do you understand me? ❜
❛ the end of the world makes us do things. ❜
❛ it’s not the end of the world. ❜
❛ you had a great visit. we really loved meeting you. now fuck off. ❜
❛ every contact we had with the outside has brought us death. ❜
❛ please don’t. please don’t hurt us. please stay away from us. ❜
❛ what is this for if they don’t have anything to believe in? ❜
❛ surviving is not living. ❜
❛ they deserve dreams. they deserve love. they deserve hope. ❜
❛ call out to me, please. where are you? ❜
❛ i have so much i want you to see. ❜
❛ listen for the birds. ❜
@pocketknlves said: 👫 : O from: send 👫 for 4 headcanons about our muse’s relationship / always accepting !
1. debbie would die for tommy. yes we are starting out with that because it’s true. though she initially doesn’t believe what he tells her about jason, debbie trusts tommy a whole darn lot. she cannot really physically hurt jason, but she will try for him damn it. even if it is just throwing rocks for distraction purposes. it’s highly likely that she would literally die trying to protect him when she should have been running away but we aren’t gonna talk about that. she is simply ride or die for him! and she only gets more protective post-jason.
2. debbie sometimes picks tommy up from the police station. and yes she has dipped into her unused college tuition jar to bail him out without telling him where she got the money. she never asks why they brought him in or for an explanation. she only asks questions if he’s physically hurt so that she can know how to properly patch him up. she just: “i don’t wanna know what happened. i just wanna know if you want to go get ice cream.” debbie just sort of quietly moms him without being too overbearing, and borrows one of her brothers’ trucks to go get him. her parents don’t know about it.
3. the pocket knife tommy gave her is one of debbie’s most prized possessions. especially, post-jason. she uses it to get away from jason once, and hides so well afterwards that he goes after easier prey. she sifts through leaves to find it from where he dropped it, because she fully intends on giving it back to tommy ... it just never really happens. it is very important to her because it came from him and saved her life, so she has it on her person at all times after she escapes. debbie ends up being very paranoid that jason will come back after them one day, so the pocket knife is just a sort of reminder to her that she can fight back and she has succeeded at it already and that tommy trusts that she can.
4. tommy teaches debbie how to protect herself. in the middle of everything going down, debbie gets a simple and quick lesson on how to swing a weapon to most effectively stun jason and where to stab with the pocket knife to get away. but post-jason because they simply both have to survive okay debbie is so scared that he’ll somehow come back again that she gets tommy to give her like full-blown lessons on how to fight back. she’s simply not physically capable of being all that good at it, but it does make her feel safer to know how.
i’m just thinking about how easily debbie gets crushes but never acts on them because emotional vulnerability is scary stuff, man. girls just simply be too pretty and boys simply be too handsome. if you’re nice to her then she’s had a crush on you at some point. that just be how it is.
@flrrtygrrl said: 👫 Hello I know we haven't spoken I am v curious on your thoughts between these two tho... 😳 from: send 👫 for 4 headcanons about our muse’s relationship / always accepting !
1. debbie really admires tiffany. debbie simply is a bit awkward and very uncomfortable around more than one or two people at a time if she isn’t extremely close to them. she also wears out easily from social situations while tiffany always seems to thrive in them. there’s a little bit of jealousy there, but mostly debbie just admires tiffany’s ability to flirt and socialize so easily. though ... deb will admit that she finds tiffany to be lacking in the intelligence department, but thinks that she makes up for it in other areas. she really only teases to make herself feel better. often, debbie will actually quote or imitate some of tiffany’s mannerisms when she’s trying to flirt.
2. tiffany gives debbie relationship advice, and is lowkey kind of her wingwoman. after a while, i can see debbie confessing her crush on buggzy to tiffany because she sees her as such an expert with boys. tiffany trying to set them up and it never working for whatever reason would be a really cute idea. just them talking about past relationships, and debbie being clueless as to why hers never seem to work out. tiffany pointing out that she’s very emotionally closed off and isolates herself from other people and encouraging her to not do that. but also tiffany teaching debbie about refusing to give boys not worth their time the time of day ... cough shelly cough.
3. they sneak around right under jason’s nose. 9 & 10/10 stealth bois. really they make a pretty decent team, and i can see them really supporting each other after jason shows up. tiffany is a bit more composed than deb, so i can also see tiffany holding deb’s hand while they sneak through the woods. just them huddled together in a tent or under a bed and hugging each other to keep each other calm and quiet while jason searches for them. they won’t be taking jason down themselves, but tiffany has the stamina to run him around and distract him when they do inevitably get found while debbie can quickly repair the car or boat so that they can make their daring escape.
4. debbie likes to teach tiffany things. everything from how to play her handheld video games to how to change a tire, debbie just likes teaching people things in general. especially tiffany because she already looks up to her, so being able to be the one teaching her makes deb feel really good. she’s very patient with tiffany, and is willing to repeat instructions as many times as necessary. i can see tiffany becoming really good at some of the video games and actually beating debbie at them. which means victory hugs!! and betting things like making deb go to a party or having tiffany wear one of deb’s outfits out on a date!!
@jennymyers said: 👫 :eyes: from: send 👫 for 4 headcanons about our muse’s relationship / always accepting !
1. they complain about stupid boys to each other. i mean ... enough said. boys be dumb. the counselor boys be especially dumb. they don’t even always complain about old boyfriends, just the general stupidity of all men, and yes they do talk about crushes, too. jenny is one of the only people that debbie has told about her crush on buggzy ... not that it isn’t obvious anyway. they also just are super encouraging to each other about relationships, and how they do not define them!!
2. they go shopping together. they don’t exactly branch out as far as what clothes they buy, because they both play it safe and do have generally similar, modest styles. they don’t have to worry about getting judged for not buying super expensive/fancy/stylish clothes. although i can see jenny finally getting debbie to actually buy a pair of shorts instead of slowly burning to death in jeans and sweaters all the time. sometimes, they don’t even buy anything, and on those occasions they try on more adventurous things that they only ever show off to each other before quickly changing in case anyone else they know comes into the store.
3. jenny encourages debbie to be more social. debbie simply goes to school and goes straight home to study. the most social interaction she usually gets is with her brothers, and even once she’s a counselor she still stays in her cabin during her free time. she simply doesn’t get out much, so just jenny convincing her to go to a couple of parties or even just hang out with the other counselors to get her out of her comfort zone. parties make her super anxious because that’s a whole lot of people at one time, but debbie does find a lot of comfort in jenny and really admires her so deb would do it for her!
4. SLEEPOVERS. they simply do be hanging in each other’s cabin or house for sleepovers. debbie isn’t as afraid to let loose a little bit around jenny so they do dance around the room singing into hairbrushes. she wouldn’t dare do it in front of anyone else, but deb trusts jenny to not tell anyone that wow she isn’t always so uptight. debbie would also totally try to tame jenny’s mane that she’s so jealous of so that she could braid it. also just post-jason sleepovers? sleeping in the same bed to keep the nightmares away? crying together? comforting each other? holding hands and telling each other that they’re still pretty even with their scars and trauma???
i'm sorry but the single player challenges just make deb seem so ooc?? like she’s supposed to be this super nerdy girl and yet she’s banging buggzy and adam??
@pocketknlves said: “i understand, but god - i need you to believe me. please.”
❝ IT JUST ... IT - IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE ! ❞ she doesn’t mean to be so loud. it isn’t smart because ... jason or whoever is pretending to be jason is still out there. debbie’s frustration and unusually high emotions just boil over into something close to a shout. she deals in facts, and facts in no way, shape, or form suggest that a little kid who drowned in crystal lake years ago has managed to somehow come back from the dead not once but multiple times. that simply isn’t possible. she’s studied enough about the human body to know that isn’t possible ...
... so why is there a small part of her that believes him ?
because so many other inexplicable things have occurred tonight ? for the sole reason that tommy looks so genuinely truthful and pleading when he practically BEGS her to believe his unfathomable story ? everything has an explanation, deborah ... but she certainly can’t think of any logical ones. tommy’s might not fit into her factual, scientific view of the world, but ... it is the only one that makes all of the pieces fit together into the neat, little picture like she wants.
she pulls at her hair, twists a thick strand around her hand and worries her bottom lip between her teeth while she paces. she wants to believe him ... she just can’t. she’s too deeply factual in her thinking, and tommy’s story bulldozes right over too many of those scientifically provable FACTS that she’s placed all of her faith in. ❝ i - i can’t believe you, but ... i do TRUST you ... whatever you need me to do ... i have your back. ❞
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Rickey was a social magnet, he loved talking to people and making friends. But they seemed to enjoy drinking and seemed to think his interests were strange. Wasn’t his fault he enjoyed zombie movies, goth fashion and spooky urban legends. So this? This was right up his alley! He knew SO MUCH about the legends of Camp Crystal Lake!
He smiles, eyes gleaming at her. She’s different. Empathy towards the ‘monster’, something he could relate to. But he wants to combat that belief, just to further the conversation. “ and what about the counselors that were here way after his death? Did they deserve it? “
❝ ... NO. everything about the situation was horrible, but ... no. ❞ her voice is clear and sure in her belief. she can feel that a situation is unwarranted, can even feel sympathy toward the victims ... but what supposedly happened to those counselors was still unjustified. debbie can understand ... emotions get the better of everyone at times, especially those of that caliber, but uncontainable emotional responses don’t legitimize the horrible actions of anyone.
❝ VIOLENCE BEGETS VIOLENCE. ❞ she draws her knees up to her chest, rests her head on them and looks out at the dark water. she truly feels bad for everyone involved. no one got out of it unscathed, not even the camp itself. his questions do make her turn her head to face him and raise a curious eyebrow. ❝ why ? do you think they deserved that ? ❞
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HER HEAD ACHES. the music is too loud, the stench of alcohol and god only knows what else is too heavy. this party isn’t really her scene. she would forgo them often when the other counselors threw them in favor of relaxing on the beach or in her own cabin. even then, those party’s were fairly tame compared to whatever the hell this is. at least her friends had the decency to go up to their rooms before ... before they got run through with a curtain rod.
she shakes her head, tries to lose herself in the bass that makes the walls and her eardrums shake. it doesn’t work. of course it doesn’t work. nothing ever goddamn works. she could go to a thousand of these parties, she could sit in her room alone for twice as many days, and it still would change NOTHING. her friends will still be dead, she’ll still feel guilty, and jason will still be out there.
she knows he is. she doesn’t care what anyone tells her. jason voorhees came back before, and debbie knows that he could do it again. history always repeats itself, and the way everyone in town talks about what happened ... it’s almost like that was just an inevitability of history, too, the repetition of a cycle. she hates it. everyone talks about the INCIDENT like it wasn’t kids from this very town being slaughtered, like it happened far away in some other state instead of right across the lake from their fancy houses. she knows it’s just their way of coping, but it doesn’t mean that she has to like it.
she’s sitting on a worn-out couch in the corner, attempting to glean as much privacy as she can out of this place. some habits never die. there’s a part of her that wants to glare at the person who sits on the other end, the part that always talks about how UNJUSTIFIED and UNWARRANTED what she went through was, but she doesn’t. debbie settles for a tired stare, and a half-hearted warning.
❝ if you’re here to get me to ‘open up about my traumatic experience,’ then you can BEAT IT. ❞ she takes another gulp out of the plastic cup, lamenting her good nature and its inability to allow her to drink alcohol without a guilty conscience. she’s underage only in years ... she’s been through more shit than any of these other people have. if anyone at this party deserves the right to break the law and drink herself into a stupor, it’s debbie. ❝ i’m came here to forget, not to remember. ❞
open starter !
THERE’S SAFETY IN NUMBERS. debbie doesn’t know that she believed in the saying before, but she definitely does now. it’s harder to be quiet, to stick to the shadows and hide, since she isn’t alone, but the amount of comfort she gets from not being all by herself outweighs that. it’s strange ... she’s usually more at ease in the isolation of her cabin or on a solitary hike in the woods, but that’s the least of the changes to her routine tonight.
her new goal is to start the old outboard motorboat to reach the other side of the lake. she isn’t ... confident that the police will get to them before JASON can. it’s more a result of paranoia and fear than a lack of faith in the crystal lake police force ... but then again she doubts they’ve ever faced an undead monster before. they probably have no idea what they’re really up against.
she remembers someone mentioning that the key is in a drawer in the shed outside the main lodge, but she hadn’t paid that much attention. she never had any desire to swim or go out in the boat. the information about extra gas and the key seemed irrelevant ... so she isn’t even sure if her memory is correct. thankfully, there’s no broken windows, no locked doors ... it doesn’t appear that anyone has been out here before them.
except for the small pile of leaves in front of the door ...
❝ STOP ! ❞ she grabs the other’s arm, rougher than intended, but it’s necessary in this case. debbie would rather have a sore ego to deal with than a broken ankle. she points with her other hand, tugs their sleeve so that they bend down with her. this close, the glint of metal teeth poking between the dead leaves is glaringly obvious. ❝ do - do you know how to disarm it ? ❞
open starter !
THE LITTLE STRIP OF SAND ALONG THE LAKE IS THE PERFECT PLACE TO RELAX. at least ... it is when everyone else is partying at the lodge. they have the music turned up loud enough for her to hear the banging tunes all the way out here. her eardrums would probably burst if she were actually in the same building as the boombox.
it’s odd to find someone to accompany her who also doesn’t find the overly social lifestyle of the other counselors to be all that fun. debbie has had good laughs with the others, and enjoyed herself at some of their nightly get-togethers ... but it’s just not her thing. she’s more than accustomed to sitting out in the sand with a good book into the early hours of the morning. someone always comes to find her once the partying winds up and most of the counselors pair off to head to their bedrooms. they make a joke about her being antisocial and she pretends to laugh with them.
it’s nice, actually, to not be sitting in the dark alone with only the moonlight reflecting off the water to read by. she brought a little lantern to sit in the sand between them, just in case they were more afraid of what lurks in the woods than she is.
❝ you remember that legend ... the one about the boy who drowned in CRYSTAL LAKE ? ❞ she asks the question suddenly, born from feeling like she’s ignoring them. debbie doesn’t mean for them to feel that way, doesn’t want them to either. she’s just so used to being alone and silently talking to herself in her own head.
it’s off-topic and likely to label her as weird. it’s definitely a downer of a question ... she just thinks about the campfire tale often when she’s near the water. debbie digs one of her heels into the sand and looks away. ❝ i - i dunno ... i know it’s just a story everyone tells to scare the new counselors ... but i feel bad ... for - for JASON ... and his mom, too. ❞