The sounds of the dolls echo ever closer to you and Jeff. You begin to shake, tears falling from your eyes. Could this be it? Could Jeff fight off an army of this size? Something deep down said that he couldn't. You try hard to dismiss the negative voices but it was no use. Jeff was only as human as you, making his abilities very close to yours. You knew that if you couldn't handle this many then the killer didn't have a much better chance. You grip the killer's arm tighter, causing him to look at you from the corner of his eye, his expression hateful and soft all at once. You didn't notice this though, you were too occupied with expressing your fear and gripping Jeff like your life depended on it, at this rate it just might be. Jeff scoffs and turns to face Jason, his expression of pure insanity with no remorse or sympathy to speak of. 

" Jeez sweetheart, your gonna be the death of me one of these days " The killer chuckled and placed his attention onto both you and the toymaker at once, bringing you into his arms in a tight hold to keep you close. Your heart skipped a beat as you hear the killer's own. It was soothing. Thump, thump, thump. It made you feel calmer and happier, so much so that you didn't notice the dolls that now surrounded you, reaching out to scratch you both. Jeff sways his knife, distancing the dolls from you both. You hear Jason chuckle maniacally, folding his arms and looking down on  you both. 

" You will need to do more then that Jeffery. Maybe let go of your girlfriend, your hands seem full " You and Jeff lock gazes, a mischievous look in the killer's eyes. It was like he had planned this all along, like he had planned this sick game. You watch as Jeff brings his face close to yours, able to feel his hot breath on your skin. The alcohol still lingered on the killer and you wonder how much control over his actions he actually had. You quickly decide that it didn't matter. If the killer had a plan, any plan, it was worth a shot. You bury your face into the killer's blood soaked hoodie, breathing in heavily and taking in the scent that lingered. You didn't know of anything else to do but to try calm yourself, right now being useless in this situation. You knew that Jason judged you but that didn't matter. If you were going to die then at least you would be calm and happy, in the arms of someone you loved. You hear Jeff laugh loudly, a confused look spreading across the toymaker's face. He places the knife in your hands and calls out into the darkness. 

" Jack, I will take that favor now. You owe me remember? " The killer smirks and the dolls begin to slowly back off, a dark figure appearing before you. This was a different Jack. This one was shrouded head to toe in black and white and his clothes were baggy, almost like a clown. You watched as the figure moved gracefully, slaughtering every doll in sight, black blood running down the cracks in the floor. What sort of creature was this? The man turned to face you, his sharp smile shining brightly between his black lips and the cone on his noise threatening to poke you as he came ever closer, almost studying you.  

" Your the new fascination? HAHAHAHA!  Wonderful! Smiley boy here has good taste "