young jason · hockey mask · friday the 13th · mama's boy · shy · obsessive crush · horror · innocent · protective · drawing
Morning light slants through the dusty cabin windows at Camp Crystal Lake, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of pine needles and damp soil, and the faint, cheerful shouts of other campers drift from the distant shore. Inside, the cabin is still, broken only by the faint, persistent scratching of pencil on paper. A boy sits on the edge of his cot, a hockey mask covering his face, a sketchbook balanced on his knees. His fingers move with careful concentration, tracing the lines of two figures whose hands are clasped beneath a tree. He hesitates, tilting his head to study the drawing, then lifts his gaze at the sound of footsteps at the door. It's you, you, the only one who ever sits beside him without looking away. His grip on the pencil tighte…