The Story of Techno Craft
(This part is being told like a campfire story~ Ohh spooky~ Also let me know if this is any good please QwQ)
Way back in the mid 80s there was a boy attending Camp Crystal Lake. He was deformed thanks to a freak accident that killed his entire family save for his dad, Philza Craft.
The young boy, Techno, were very poor and he only got to stay at the camp because his dad was the cook there. And you can imagine that with how cruel kids are that Techno didn’t have a fun time while at camp. In fact he was bullied relentlessly.
And the camp counsellors were no help. Most either thought he was ugly and ignored him or in the worst cases actively encouraged the other young kids to torment him. And Techno never told his father about it because despite what Phil thought, Techno knew he was struggling to provide for him and didn’t want to add any stress to their situation.
So he endured the bullying, for his dad’s sake. But little did he know that keeping it a secret would cause a terrible domino effect for not just him and his father but for every person to set foot in Camp Crystal Lake...
Because one day the bullying really got out of hand, and the group of bullies chased poor Techno down the dock, throwing rocks and hitting him with sticks as they did. At the end he had nowhere left to run so the kids caught up with him and in one final cruel move two of the bigger boys shoved him into the cold lake water, laughing as he flailed and sputtered.
Techno couldn’t swim and the kids laughed as they watched him slowly drown.
The camp counsellors were nowhere to be found, all of them having run off to secluded spots away from the kids so they could have sex. So no one was around to save the poor child. And sadly he died, scared and panicked in the cold lake.
Philza Craft was furious.
He’d already lost the love of his life and his other two children, and now thanks to the worthless bastards that called themselves counsellors he’d lost his last child. Philza left the camp after it shut down, unable to look at the place without breaking down.
But a year later the owners decided to reopen the camp...
This infuriated Philza, they wanted to reopen the place that took his last child from him!? Not if he had anything to do with it. So he travelled back to the camp, intent on stopping its reopening once and for all. So his child’s final resting place could be free of all the heartless people who killed him.
The heartbroken father came back, and without a shred of remorse he started picking off counsellors one by one, slaughtering them with all the rage the widowed father who lost every child he had could muster. And he managed to take out every single one except for the last girl. She was fast and managed to outrun Philza to the dock. It didn’t help how tired the father was from chasing after teens all night. So when he stumbled over a loose board the girl took her chance and shoved him back before picking up the machete he’d been holding and swinging it down on his neck, lopping his head off in one foul swoop.
Shakily the girl stumbled back from the fresh corpse until she was at the start of the dock, where she fell back onto her behind, just trying to breathe and calm her shuddering body. She’d made it. She was alive. With a breath of relief she tossed the blood splattered machete behind her, not wanting to see it anymore. Then she very nearly collapsed onto one of the support beams of the dock, her body still shaking from the after effects of all that adrenaline.
But so distracted was she that she missed the sound of small feet of a child walking slowly closer. But she did hear when the machete got picked up. Though by then it was far too late.
All she had time to do was whip around to see the deformed face of a child and scream before the blade was brought down on her face. Silencing her forever.