Summer Camp of Love (Prologue)
(Hello, mind you, this is an AU, so the dates are not canonical apart from the age Jason died and how old Pamela was when she had Jason. However, these are important dates for this story and the characters' ages. BTW this was also so I could do everybody's ages. So I checked, and Jason could talk at 11. 13th May 1960 - Jason is born 13th July 1971 - Jason almost dies at 11; Pamela is 27 13th July 1984 - Jason starts his job at summer camp at 24; Pamela is 40 20th March 1944 - Pamela was born and had Jason at 16. You are implied to be just shy of a year younger than Jason. Other than that, enjoy. Also, TW: Parental abuse and slight mentions of bullying.)
Being the daughter of the owners of Camp Crystal Lake was less fun than you would think. You were spending time with other kids only there because their parents didn't want them all Summer. It was exhausting; even when the other children were mean, you couldn't stand up for your self or it 'will drive away the business'. Your Father would claim. Whatever that meant. Not even your Mother allowed you the freedom to be you. 'It will look bad on us, and then we'll lose business and be poor, and then we'll be homeless, and we'll be ALLL your fault, so try not to embarrass us.'
Today was the 4th of July, and as good as the fireworks and food were, the other guests always ruined it for you. They were screaming because of the sugar rush and disobeyed the counsellors because of the exciting environment. However, you couldn't skip the event because, as your Father diligently put it, 'How would it look that OUR daughter doesn't show up? Why must you try to embarrass us all the time?'
So you showed up not to the celebration to see your Father on the stage, microphone in hand.
"Hello, my fellow Americans. Today, we all come together and celebrate the biggest event in America's history. Independence Day". The crowd in front of your Dad explodes into claps and cheers of 'hell yeahs' and 'your damn rights'.
"Please enjoy the fireworks, the food and the carnival games" Your Mother knew how to stir up a crowd. It was the same thing every year. Throw a massive party, promote sending your brats here and show off how much you love America.
"And remember, HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!" Both of your parents say into their mics. That was enough for you. Time to enjoy the event; hopefully, your parents won't drag you into convincing them to send their kids here because you enjoy spending time here.
The only thing you liked when they did this event was that you didn't have to pay for the food. Despite being an unofficial member of the camp counsellor team, you didn't even get pocket money, so this was a treat for you. One that was well deserved, in your opinion, at least.
Once you had your hands on your treats, you left to enjoy them in a random cabin. You did this because the people at the event were often rude and noisy. So you'd instead enjoy this time alone. Then, slinking into an empty cabin, you turned on the heating. It was pretty cold outside, even for Summer. Then, just as you were about to turn on the lights, you heard footsteps behind you.
"Who's there? The campsite is off limits to visitors." You heard more footsteps. This time you could tell where they were coming from, the large table.
The said large table had a large white tablecloth covering it, but you could still see somebody hiding under the table. So you knew that you would be in trouble if you left them and your parents found out that somebody wasn't spending their money.
Kneeling, you lifted the tablecloth to show a boy a little older than you; his hands covered his face. Who was this? Either way, he looked scared, so you crawled next to him and offered him some cotton candy.
"I'm sorry that I made you hide. It gets it can be loud, and you want somewhere to hide. I didn't want to be there either." You look over at the boy, his hands still covering his face or what he could cover. From what you could see, you could tell he had some deformities. "What's your name? Mine is (y/n)" Maybe this would make him feel at ease.
"Jason" This surprised you because you believed he wouldn't talk to you. After all, he was acting shy. But, wait for a second, Jason, as in Jason Voorhees. He was the son of one of the chefs in the camp. You had heard rumours that Jason was an ugly child and had a face only a Mother could love. You didn't pay attention to those anyway.
"I like your name, Jason. It sounds cool, like Jason from the Greek stories I read. Like Jason and the Golden Fleece." You could sense that Jason was calming down next to you.
"There's a hero called Jason?"
"Oh yeah, he's really cool. Like you, Jason" You faced him; his face was uncovered. Without blinking, you held a piece of cotton candy to him. Jason looked mildly shocked but took the cotton candy from you and started to eat it in small nibbles. You smile at Jason as you begin to also eat some cotton candy.
It was like this until you heard the door slam open and footsteps hurry around. Jason tensed up next to you.
"I'll tell them to go away, Jason and come back, OK?" Jason nodded slowly back at you. You gave him the rest of your cotton candy. You rose from under the table to find Pamela looking around the cabin, most likely looking for Jason. You didn't blame her; most kids who visited Crystal Camp bullied Jason.
"JASON, JASON, WHERE ARE YOU, BABY?"
"Miss Voorhees, Jason is under the table." Pamela stopped when she looked at you; the look of panic was replaced with annoyance.
Jason must have heard his Mother's voice and decided to come out from the table.
"JASON! There you are, baby; I was looking everywhere for you. You made Mama worried sick" Pamela placed gentle kisses all over Jason's face. A feeling of jealousy that Jason's Mother showed love to him, unlike your own.
"I'm sorry, Mamma, I only wanted to see the fireworks. I got scared and hid"
"If you wanted to see the fireworks, I would have taken you myself" Pamela's hands cupped Jason's face. Is this what parents did? Love their child? Comfort their child? That's different from what yours did. Not even when you were younger. They were cold and distant to you, but they loved each other. That even you could see.
"I'm sorry, Mama, but I made a friend; she gave me some sweets." They both turned to you. At least Jason looked happy, and Pamela calmed down. She was less annoyed but was now guarded.
"That's a good sweetie, but it's past your bedtime. You can play together tomorrow. Now say thank you and goodnight, Jason" Pamela takes Jason's hand.
"Thank you, and good night, new friend."
"Goodnight, Jason, maybe tomorrow we can hang out, and I can show you my books" Jason's eyes lit up as he looked up at his Mother. Pamela looked conflicted. Sure she wanted Jason to have friends, but at the same time, she tried to protect him from the mean kids.
"Fine, but at my cabin and bring no one else; goodnight (y/n)" Jason left with his Mother. True to your word, you came to Pamela's house alone and spent the whole day with Jason. Reading him the book, that was until you had to leave. Only after saying you would visit the next day. In fact, you and Jason spent almost every day together. Even Pamela was warming up to you being Jason's best friend. Everything was going so well. That was until that day that Jason almost died.
(Howdy. It's the end; please like and reblog; more content will come soon. Also, thanks again to Grammarly for helping me. Goodbye)
