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Water ran down the orange haired male his neck as he washed some sweat of his face and from his neck. It was one of those hot summer days, but of course he was playing basketball. On top of that, one of the fellow counselor had dared him to a game, which of course he wasn’t going to let him just get away with. Whether people disliked him or not, they should know he was good at basketball. 

After a few moments at one of the water fountains, Sehun started making his way to the cafetaria, ball under one arm as he intended to go get a quick bit before heading back and taking a proper shower. What he didn’t expect though, was that he would see a familiar face at the Camp. 

As the male entered the cafetaria he noted that therewas already someone there, a girl. And it didn’t took him long to recognize her from a shared class. He went over towards her, giving her a simple hey before putting his ball down. “Where’s the food here, do you know? Your name is Ren right?” Sehun asked as his eyes went over to her.

THE LEGEND --

ONCE AN INNOCENT CHILD, Jason was a young camper at Crystal Lake -- where his mother, Pamela Voorhees, worked as a cook. He had an odd and obvious deformity to his head, which led him being prone to bullying by other campers. One day, the children threw him into the lake and poor Jason drowned while the counselors were negligent and too off in their own business to notice. In vengeful grief, his mother took her bloody revenge out on a whole new set of counselors decades later out of spite. However, one counselor survived and beheaded Pamela out of self defense. Jason, who’s body was never found, witnessed his mother’s death from within the shadows and collected her head, sweater, pants, and the very machete that killed her. He then made an ALTER with them in the crude shack he lived in, right on the outskirts of Camp Crystal Lake. He’s since taken his own revenge on the very counselor that killed her, their now rotted body placed below the alter as an offering.

In trouble her inner voice echoed after him. Ren looked at him dazed as she pondered about her initial plan to come clean. They were in a small corner of the antique shop and somehow between the shock of the presence of another the small fragile doll that were in the grasps of her hand had dropped on to the ground.

The impact was not as big as she imagined, as her eyes looked back at the broken glass doll. She had the urge to push the broken pieces under the rack with her feet but she had a witness by her side. One that suggested that trouble is looming if she had come clean. Her conscience was running wild and she knew the right thing to do was to pick the broken material and purchase it as its condition.

The constant reminders of once broken considered it sold seemed to be plastered all over the shop as she looked about around her. Ren bit her lower lip, the tip of her shoes now edging towards the pieces. “What should I do?”

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"Aniki? Stop hanging up on me, seriously," he muttered under his breath with slightly slurred way of speaking as he squinted at his phone's screen. For some reason his older brother didn't exactly appreciate his late night calls. Another night at his regular karaoke bar had flown past and he was standing right outside the place, about to call himself a cab. That was when he saw a familiar woman leaving her work place. In his current condition he couldn't remember her name, or if she ever even told it to him.

“Good evening,” he greeted her in a lowered voice with a silly undertone and smiled. “I hope that you’ll find your way home safely,” he tipped an invisible hat at her, mirroring something he’d seen in an American movie earlier that same day.

Funny enough his words seemed to be a cue for a close encounter with a fatal accident.

Something told him to look up, right on time. His blurry mind seemed to sober up for that short moment as he acted swiftly. Without a warning he tackled Amaya, bringing her with him to the ground with a harsh landing as a large piano crashed few inches away from them. He stared at the destroyed instrument with wide eyes and with his breathing rabid. He looked up in disbelief and confusion. Where the heck did that come from? Either there was a frustrated pianist living on top of the building or someone took their piano with them on a vacation and forgot to lock their plane’s .. trunk .. yeah, even in his drunk mind the latter one especially made no sense.

{*// GENIUS reasoning !! ahaha i always thought it was a multi-universe cause multimuse was blogs with many fcs o.o I learn new things every day xD