I gotta say, this is the saddest story yet. Though, it may be typed horribly and sound amazing in my head, though.

Just a reminder that this has NO PEDOPHILIAAAAA-

Word Count: 1942
Time Taken: Idk, prolly a few week
Length: Medium
Rating: 3/5

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Third POV

     Another group of campers came into Crystal Lake, and they would have to die like all the others. Y/N was being raised by her father, who taught his daughter to live like him. To be able to fend for herself and to protect what she owned. Such as the camp. As a result, Y/N would assist her father in killing anyone.

     For only nine years, Y/N was able to be by her dad's side. Since the last camp members weren't like the others. But before that, let's show what the two are doing now.

     At the moment, Y/N was humming a song as she wrote down a few math problems. There for a teenager from the last bunch that brought over many worksheets, to Y/N could use that as homeschooling even if her dad didn't understand it too well.

     The notorious serial killer, Jason Voorhees, watched the newest group of teenagers from a distance. They were smoking something, throwing cans of soda and food all over the ground.

     "Why are most of the teenagers that come here like this," Mrs Voorhees spoke inside Jason's head. Jason nodded, but kept quiet upon seeing someone leave the other teens.

     Jason smiled under his mask and made his way across the woods silently. The teenager had left their group in order to get something from one of the houses, Jason assumed. The teen hummed something as they walked inside one of the buildings, Jason following them inside after a couple of seconds.

     Bang! Jason's eyes widened as soon as he saw the kid with a gun. It's one of these people! Jason thought. The single bullet wound didn't affect him, but damn it hurt. Jason growled and slashed his weapon at the teen, who only shot him again.

     Y/N shrieked when she heard a gun go off. She assumed her dad was alright, but she's always been the anxious "what if" type. Y/N whimpered as she set her pencil down and got up, walking to the front door. Yet again, there was a bang. Y/N grabbed a smaller form of Jason's machete and left the building. In that time, there were two more bangs.

     Then came three. Then four. With each step she took, Y/N grew more and more anxious. She sped up, then started running and tearing up. More gun shots, probably around 8, were heard before completely going silent. By that moment, Y/N had finally reached the bunker.

     "I knew you'd be ok dad," Y/N smiled, mumbling to herself. He must have killed the teenager already. So Y/N opened the door, walking inside the building. She smiled, noticing blood platters everywhere and broken things scattered. Dad must of struggled with this one, she thought.

    "Daddy!—" Y/N smiled as she walked into another room, but immediately went pale. There were a few living teenagers with weapons, scattered in blood, in a bloody room. In the corner of that room, against a wall, was Jason. He was always able to take a lot and survive, but this state was horrible. Be was dead.

     Y/N didn't move. All she could even think of is staring at his corpse, wide-eyed. She parted her lips, speaking in a shaky voice.

     "...D-Daddy...?" A few of the teenagers turned around to face the little girl. They started to mumble to each other, looking around. Y/N was to fixated on her dad to even acknowledge what they were saying.

     "We night as well just kill her! She's relates to this thing, after all! What if she kills us!"

     "Do you know who we just took on! We'll be fine with her! She's about 8 years old!"

     "A bit older than that I'd say. Maybe 9?"

     "The age doesn't matter! Let's just end this mission and bring her with us."

     The teenagers nodded in agreement, walking over to Y/N cautiously. Y/N had finally noticed, looking up at the four teenagers slowly approach her. She wiped her tear stained face, growing fearful. She took a step back, then another, as the teenagers continued to approach.

     "It's ok! We aren't going to hurt you..."

     "Unless you refuse to cooperate-"

     "Was that necessary, Jamian? Or could you just not hold it?"

     "I could not hold it."

     One of the girls got annoyed and rolled her eyes. Y/N ignored the two teenagers getting into an argument and focused on the other two. She whimpered loudly, hitting a wall as she backed up.

     "There's no need to be so scared.. we won't hurt you..." Yeah right, Y/N thought. She wiped her tears again, hissed, taking off towards a window. For someone her age and size, she was capable of outrunning almost anyone and overpowering many. She jumped out of the broken window, hearing shouts from the undercover cops.

     "Dammit, we gotta catch her!" One of them yelled, the others shouting similar things as they ran out of the cabin, running in the direction Y/N ran. But she was got. The undercover cops, or the teenagers, started to look around, running in different directions. One of which was heading in the direction Y/N was in.

     Y/N whimpered, wiping her tears as she continued to run. Her legs started to get tired, but she tried to push it. Unfortunately, that didn't last long.

     "D-Daddy isn't dead..!" Y/N breathed out, the thought of her dad's corpse not leaving her mind. He wasn't dead, she repeated over and over. She last focus, not even noticing the undercover cop, or teenager, right behind her. He lunged at her, grabbed Y/N, making her scream.

     However, the teenager had suddenly let go to moment he grabbed onto her. Confused and scared, Y/N turned around and jumped back simultaneously. Right in front of her was the teenager, head down and his arms towards the ground. There was an arm wrapped around the teen's chest, but Y/N couldn't see from how dark it was.

     Y/N took more steps back, her eyes widening as soon as she saw the large figure behind the teen.

     "D-Daddy?!" Y/N yelled, smiling. The teen dropped the floor, a bloodied knife shining in the moon light as it was pulled out. There stood a tall male in a jumpsuit, wearing a mask. He was looking directly at Y/N.

     "Y-You're not him..." Y/N spoke out loud as she grew scared again, taking steps back. She recognized the person, or at least the person reminded her of someone her dad knew. The male grew closer, simply walking casually over. Y/N immediately spun around and started running again, her legs still hurting but she didn't care.

     Who is he, she yelled in her head. How did daddy know him, she wondered. That's it, she thought. Y/N spun around, seeing the male already get close even though he was walking this entire time. Y/N wiped her tears, hoping this will work.

     "Michael! M-Michael Myers! I-I'm Jason's daughter, so p-please! Don't kill me!" Y/N screamed, yelling out a few other desperate lines. However, thankfully, this made Myers stop. He looked Y/N head to toe.

     "..." Myers kept thinking. They looked alike, both were fast, and she knew who he was. And wasn't even afraid of Jason appearing from the woods or anything after yelling that, so perhaps she wasn't lying. Y/N stared, eyes still wide as she her heart beat loudly in the silence.

     Suddenly, Michael got onto his knee. It's true Myers never spoke to people since he was locked up, but he wasn't mute. In a rather soothing masculine voice, he asked, "Where is your father?"

     Y/N hummed in confusion. Daddy said he never spoke, she thought. She shut her eyes tightly, balling up her fists. Tears escaped her eyes at a faster rate. "The people h-here... They...!" Y/N was having a hard time speaking between whimpers and choking on tears. Michael waiting patiently.

     "Th-There was blood e-everywhere, a-and—" Y/N immediately paused, whimpering loudly. This was so hard for her, but Michael understood. I suppose his time has come, he thought. He stood up and approachee Y/N, placing a hand on her shoulder.

     Y/N wiped her tears, looking up at Michael who gave her a calming look through his mask. Y/N sniffed, hugging him a few seconds later. He returned the hug, preparing to slaughter the rest of the people here to put Y/B's mind as ease.

     All it took was 15 minutes. 15 minutes and every teenager was immobilized by Michael and killed by Y/N. Of course, despite being quite strong, Y/N couldn't kill them too easily. It took her a bit, about 5 minutes for each person. Of course, it was kinda pathetic for some but Michael was rather proud. And he knew Jason was too.

     "Myers?" Y/N asked, pulling on Michael's bloody sleeve. Michael looked down at her, pushing away his thoughts. "Can we go see daddy? I just...want to see if he's alive."

    Michael didn't even see Jason yet, but he knew he was dead. Michael picked up Y/N, cocking his head. Y/N pointed in the direction of the cabin, Michael heading towards it. He knew Jason was gone, but Y/N had hope. Naturally, all that hope was gonna once she grabbed Jason's hand as soon as she entered the area and felt how cold he was.

     "Daddy said cold meant...gone..." Y/N mumbled, her eyes widening yet again. She whimpered loudly, tears escaping her eyes get again. Michael sighed silently, standing back as he watched Y/N cry. He pitted her greatly but respected her in a way. He knelt over next to Y/N, examining Jason. 74 bullet wounds just from the sides and front, 5 stab wounds from his own machete. He looked around, seeing the machete across the room. It's clear he was defenseless while the teens were very prepared.

     After an hour or so, Y/N had quit crying. She sniffed, wiping her eyes. Michael looked over, standing up. "Before we leave," Y/N started, "can we please go to my cabin? I want to get what I can..." Michael nodded, picking up Y/N and walking out of that cabin. Y/N pointed towards her and Jason's home, thinking to himself. Before WE leave, he thought. He wasn't planning on bringing Y/N with him anywhere. Though, he did enjoy the girl's company. Perhaps Freddy will want her.

     Y/N packed her things once she got to the cabin. Her learning supplies, an item from her grandma's shrine, she dragged along Jason's machete from the cabin earlier, and a stuffed animal she loved. Once she stuffed these into a bookbag she stole from a past camper, she met up with Michael. He was leaning against the wall, thinking.

     "So... Can I call you uncle now?" Y/N asked, making Michael blink a couple times. He was silent, as expected, but didn't even shake his head. He just picked up Y/N, heading out. Y/N giggled a little, poking Michael's mask. Right, he thought. He needs to get Freddy's attention and drop her off with him.