Jason's Past Trauma (NSFW for Triggering Topics Closed RP)
Jason could be seen standing before two wooden grave markers, surrounded by what appeared to be the burnt remains of a log cabin house, with the grave markers being made from the same burnt wood.
Jason hood was up, covering most of his face in it's shadow, as well as hiding his ears under the fabric, while his hands were stuffed into the pockets of the hoodie. His tail draped behind him, motionless, save for the wind that would rustle the fur as the snow fell gently around him.
Hearing the sound of snow crunching nearby, he lifted his head to see a familiar face walking towards him.
"Oh, hey." He greeted, sounding like he'd been crying again. "Sorry about suddenly running out of the house, but, I had to come here." He apologized, looking back down at the grave markers. "Seeing as, my parents are here..."