Friday the 13th: Jason Takes Canterlot.

Tirek shook in the shackles he was in, he hadn't eaten in days. Looking down at the cold,rock-hard floor. He could't bare this suffering anymore. Thinking about those petite little ponies wrecking his plan, he would've had all the power he had if they didn't ruin it. Tirek exhaled slowly, chuckling. He laughed louder, seeming like this was all a joke. He kept laughing, until passing out. His body fell to the stone floor with a big thump.

Tirek woke, somewhere he wasn't before. All he saw was woods and wildlife, Tirek mouthed a “Huh?”. Seeing he was only a spirit, he looked up. There was a sign, about 40 years-old. It said “Albatross Boot Camp.”

“Hm. This could be interesting.” Tirek spoke.Meanwhile, two teens were escorted out of the camp in a ambulance. Cops looked around at the circle of cabins surrounding the head building. Bodies were everywhere, all around the camp. Tirek saw all the carnage, being pleased at the madman who had done this.He had looked around, seeing two officers speak.

“So, who is this bastard, and where is he.” one of them questioned.

“Oh. Sheriff says it’s that Jason Voorhees fellow. That kid who drowned back in ‘57” Answered the other officer. “That S-O-B is submerged under the rubble of a collapsed cabin. He won’t be coming out anytime soon.” that made Tirek realize, he could kill himself, go into Jason’s body as a temporary host to gain power, and maybe split away from him, and return back to his body. “Genius.” He thought. Tirek looked around for the destroyed cabin, spotting it.

The rubble was still and quiet, nothing had moved from it’s spot since it had fell onto Jason. Tirek looked upon it, thinking of how to get his soul into him. But it doesn’t work like that, the being must be in the same universe the corpse was in. Tirek said all kinds of colorful words like “FUCK! SHIT!” Tirek thought of something, using the power he had left to transport Jason Voorhees to Equestria. It was perfect..

Princess Celestia walked out onto the balcony, letting her mane flow in the wind. She looked down at all the ponies doing their things, shopping, working, cleaning, and all other things. She smiled, walking into her quarters. She sat, reading a book. Then, a loud thump was heard. He ears perked up, looking towards the balcony. She got up and looked around rapidly. She saw a crowd of ponies dashing away.
Wanting to know what was going on, Celestia opened up her wings and started to fly down to the commotion.

Jason Voorhees was stabbing a pony rapidly with an Ice Pick, eventually sticking it in their head. He dropped the pony, making a little grunt. He turned around, staring at Celestia.

Jason had locks of hair running down his head, some hair is missing where the straps are on his head. His hockey mask is distorted, with the paint and chevrons wearing off of it, with a gash in the eye hole. He wore a light blue button-down shirt, with a coat made out of random fabrics and furs that were stitched together, with a belt holding it together.

[Fuck describing him, PICTURE!]

[I hate the way it’s posed. But you can still see the image.]

Celestia stared at Jason with a menacing look, Jason tilted his head in confusion. He turned and walked away, holding the bloody Ice Pick. then, Celestia flew after him, picking him up with magic and turning him around to face her. Jason swiped the Ice Pick across Celestia’s face. She whinnied, dropping him onto a fruit cart. Celestia slid across the pavement as Jason got up, swiping off a squished orange on his shoulder.

Jason inched closer and closer to Celestia. Then out of freakin’ no where, Luna swoops down as drives him into a wall. Jason slid down, falling with a loud thump. Luna snarled at him, flying towards Celestia. She helped her up.

“Whom was that sister?” Luna asked. “It doesn’t seem like a pony.”

“It’s a human, a rare species to pop up here.” Celestia answered. “And it seems hostile.”

Indeed Jason was hostile, doing the dead-man rise. He got up, walking towards them with the ice pick still in his hand. Celestia turned and lifted him up with magic. Jason struggled to get out of the hold, grunting a bit. Celestia lowered him to the ground. Jason looked at them with anger, wanting to fucking kill them. Jason got an arm out of the hold, throwing the ice pick at Celestia’s wing. She let out a sudden scream as she fell to the floor, dropping Jason in the process. Jason took out the Goose Gutter, a duck-hunting purpose weapon, the name was stupid but it was sharp as it looked like an axe combined with a machete.

Jason walked towards them, getting his grip thight on the Goose Gutter. Luna used magic to drive him into the wall. Jason made a tiny groan in pain as he made a direct hit into the concrete. He fell to his knees, enraged at this point. He ran towards the two with the weapon in his hands, sliced a bit of Luna’s chest fur off.

Luna put a bubble over her and Celestia. Jason swung his weapon down on the bubble rapidly, not stopping at any point. Celestia got up, flinging him across the market district. Ponies went up to him, curious of this creature.

“Don’t go near him! He’s a threat!” Celestia screamed from across the district.

“Why shouldn’t go near it? It look cool!” One of the ponies said.

Jason go up, grabbing the pony who said that comment. Using the Goose Gutter, he dropped them and used the weapon split their head apart. All the other ponies screamed as they witnessed the murder. Jason threw a throwing knife at one of the ponies’ head, making them drop to the floor with a thump.

Jason kicked a stallion down, stomping on their head with his boot. A mare got gutted like a fish, a two-fer, a horse getting lit on fire.
He looked at all the carnage, looking around with no emotion. he didn’t feel guilty like the other murderers and psychopaths. Jason Voorhees would be notorious in Equestria, but not yet. This is just the beginning of all of this.....

Ki,Ki,Ki Ma,Ma,Ma

End of Chapter One..