3rd Person POV

"Jason... It's time to get up. You have a job to do." Slowly opening his eyes, Y/N was quickly greeted to the sight if Mary sitting on his stomach. For some reason, his mask was fully on face rather than being on the side of his face. She was probably the one to do it, seeing as how she has an obsession with Jason. A large amount of blood had been covering both her body and her clothing. If he didn't think she was Freddy, he definitely would've believed her to be Carrie. "Hello Jason. How was your nap? Good? Good." Glaring at the blonde, Y/N went to open his mouth to yell at her... but he couldn't. It was as though something were inside of his mouth. "Don't look at me with such cold eyes Jason. I'm only doing this to protect you from the people who hurt you. Those campers... Tommy Jarvis... The cops... even those people in space. Why were you up there again? I forget... but that's beside the point. All you need to know is that I am here for you. Always and forever."

Y/N attempted to pull up his arm to hit Mary, but he noticed that it felt quite restricted. 'I should've realized that. After all, why would I be in this position?' Even though he was tied at the moment, that didn't stop Y/N from trying to pull his hand and feet free. However, as he did this, Mary found herself giggling as it felt as though she were riding a horse by the way he moved. "Jason! I didn't think you'd be so eager! Dirty boy! Those lonely nights at the camp must've made this seem like a dream come true!" Hearing how happy Mary seemed at his attempts of escape, Y/N ceased his movements. "If I knew you wanted me to ride you I would've put on my cowgirl outfit."

'GET OFF OF ME YOU CRAZY BITCH! WHEN I GET OUT OF THESE BONDS, I'LL STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH! YOU HEAR ME?!'

Try as he might, Y/N's thoughts couldn't reach Mary. It was quite impossible. He had no way of showing his malice other than using his eyes, but even then it proved fruitless. "Jason, baby, how do you like my clothes? The blood is from some of the girls and guys that went to this party. They were too busy fucking like there was no tomorrow to realize that I was there. You would've been so proud of me when I slit their throats. Oh and the way they screamed! It was so... beautiful. I loved every moment of it. But you know what? I was kind of jealous. They got to have all the fun... meanwhile you just stalked them at the camp and killed them before the guy could even release his cum into the poor girl. I bet they didn't get any pleasure out if it. The guy, oh he thinks he's the Top Dog of the Camp when in reality he couldn't even get her to moan. Even if he did he wouldn't know she would be faking it. But then you come in and show them that it didn't matter. You were always the Top Dog of the Camp, Jason. You always were. You always will be." With a shaky hand, Mary placed her bloody hand on to Y/N's chest. She then began to move her hand upward to his mask and she smiled.

It was the smile of one possessed. The smile of a mad woman.

Grabbing the side of Y/N's mask, Mary pulled it up and looked deep into Y/N's eyes, seeing the anger, the pure hatred he had for her. She then took off Y/N's ball gag and her smile grew. "And this hate you have Jason. It only makes my love for you grow. You abhor me. You want to slit my throat. You wanna choke me out. You wanna rip me in half. You want to watch me burn like trash. But there's also something else in there. Something primal. You want me to suffer so much... and I love it. It's just you and I now Jason. You can do whatever you want to me." At that, Mary stood up and walked over to the dresser. She then picked up a clawed glove went over to each rope, cutting them and letting Y/N out of his binds.

Y/N, filled with absolute malice, got up from his position and tackled Mary. However, as they fell to the ground, Mary slashed Y/N's left eye, making blood drip on to her face. "Come on Jason! You know you don't just hate me! You love my attention! You need me! You know that if you kill me... You'll be all alone." As Mary laughed to herself, Y/N stared down at her with nothing but hatred. She may believe that... but in the end she's just a crazy, obsessed bitch who fell in love with a fictional character.

'You want Jason, Mary? Fine. I'll give you Jason.'

Rising up from his position, Y/N touched his mask and lowered it on to his face. The blood from his eye continued to leak, getting on to the make and creating a red streak on it. "Jason, baby. Ravage me. You know you want to..." Licking her lips again, Mary laid down and lifted up her shirt, showing slash marks that were on her stomach and breasts. Without saying a single word Y/N leaned down, grabbed Mary by her throat, and slammed her into a wall. "So forceful baby. I knew you liked it rough. You always gave me that feel. I surely gave it to you."

'What is this crazy bitch talking about? Did... Did she really...'

Slowly, Y/N's grip began to tighten, and the smile on Mary's face began to widen. "Baby, you wanna kill me don't you? You wanna teach me a lesson? I'm sorry for having a taste. It was just too tasty not to!"

It was at that moment that Y/N's rage fully took over... and when Mary's laughter turned into screams of terror.
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"All my fault... All my fucking fault..." Tears slid down Y/N's face as he sat against the wall, blood dripping from his hands. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. It truly messed with him when he realized that all of this happened because he chose to be someone from a genre he enjoyed. All of this happened because of the idea of coordination. "Fuck you Mary. Fuck you and that fucking obsession of yours."

Slowly, Y/N's gaze moved towards the bloody corpse of Mary. To show how his friends must have felt before they died, Y/N gouged out her eyes, slashed her tongue, and repeated beat her with a blunt weapon. That and his fists. "You wanted Jason to love you... but in the end that obsession fucking killed you. I hope you got what you wanted." Standing up, Y/N walked over to her body and turned her over so he didn't have to look at her. "Because I know that I didn't."

Reaching into her pockets, Y/N had found his phone covered in blood. Wiping it off with a frown, Y/N unlocked it and began to dial three numbers. After a little bit they finally picked up and he cleared his throat. "Hello... I'd like to report a murder."

A/N: Male Reader- 1, Yandere- 0.