Your attention switches from your bloody arm to the voice that had spoken ever so loudly and bravely. Jeff stands before the toymaker, his arms folded tightly. Behind the arms you could see something move in Jeff's pocket, you assumed this to be a knife. Jeff was out for blood, someone had messed with his pawn and he wasn't having it. You felt the madness in the air, it rising with every passing second. Knowing that you couldn't even begin to match Jason's abilities you begin to crawl away, edging ever closer to the back door. If you could just make it outside you would be safer, free to let Jeff do what he thought necessary. The toymaker would get his comeuppance, karma would finally lash out at the deranged redhead and give him the torment you so wanted him to experience. Bitter, sweet torment. The thought made a shiver run down your spine, your body almost telling you to stay and witness such a sight. You wished you could but you needed safety. You could get your fix from a quick kill later. You reach out for the door handle, gripping it tightly before your quickly pulled away. Jason grips you tightly, holding you in his arms and pushing your head up to meet his golden gaze. You feel his spell taking you over and your limbs once again becoming heavy. Sighing, you finally give in to the spell, no longer fighting. You had gotten your wish, you would witness what Jeff would do to the monster, weather you liked it or not. 

" Let (Y/N) go " Jason scoffed and held you tighter, almost like a carpenter would hold a prized puppet, not wanting the strings to get tangled. You meet the killer's gaze, seeing no remorse in his eyes. Jeff pulled the knife from his pocket, twirling it in his fingers and almost dropping it. The high alcohol consumption causing his actions to be slow and somewhat clumsy. You never lost hope in the killer however, not even as the knife flew through the air, making its way closer to you. Wait? The knife was..You begin to panic, slightly breaking free from the toymaker's spell. Loud cries fill the air as the knife hits Jason and jams into his shoulder deeply, finally letting you go. You make your way towards the killer, craving his protection. 

" Why you..." Jeff chuckles lightly, provoking his enemy into attacking. Jason lunges at you both, his sharp claws on display for all to see. 

" I don't like games Jason. Keep that in mind "