A/N: Hello all. I just had this story idea, and decided to share. By the way, for reference, think of part 7 Jason.

Ki Ki Ki Ma Ma Ma...

I awoke with an awful feeling of nausea in the pit of my stomach, a feeling so intense that I wanted nothing more than to tear out my own stomach. My thoughts were sluggish and my limbs felt cumbersome.

I didn't know where I was, but at the time, I didn't care. The world itself seemed to spin around me as I laid there. I felt the urge to vomit, but for some reason, I was unable to.

So, for what felt like hours, I simply stayed on the ground. It was obvious that I was in no condition to move at that point.

As the feeling in my stomach lessened, I noticed something odd about my condition. Other than my aforementioned nausea, I couldn't feel anything. I was entirely numb. From what I could tell, my movement wasn't impaired, but it still made for an unsettling experience.

Finally, after a long while, I stumbled onto my feet.

This is when I finally noticed something very wrong.

...This isn't my body.

I was massive, and not in the fat way. In fact, all of the fat previously on me was gone. It wasn't very much anyways, but it still was a noticable amount. The clothes on my body were little more than rags, and they were covered in muck and grime.

...It took me a while to notice that I was wearing a mask.

Yeah, I'm an idiot sometimes.

It also took me a second to notice my surroundings.

... I should probably get glasses.

I was in a forest. The grass was a vibrant green, the trees were gigantic, and small shrubs and other plants were pretty much everywhere. Yep, typical forest stuff.

However, the forest had an unnatural feeling that put me on edge. There were dangerous things here, that much I was sure about.

...How the fuck did I even get here?

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't remember the events that led me here.

I looked to the sky to get a sense of direction, but the trees were too thick. Only a small amount of light was let through. I couldn't tell if it was midday or evening.

I could just barely see the edges of the mask, but it was annoying nontheless. I fumbled with it for a second, before finally taking it off. I flipped it around to get a better look at it, and was pretty confused by it.

What the fuck...?

It was the hockey mask that Jason Voorhees wore in the seventh Friday the 13th film. Why was I wearing it? I didn't have a mask like that.

Well, it's mine now.

That sentiment made me feel strangely content. As I slipped my mask back onto my head, I decided to drink in the scenery for a moment longer.

...

...

...

This is nice. I like thi-

*CRASH*

A shockwave rumbled through the Earth, which sent me sprawling.

I picked myself up off the ground, looking around for any sign of danger. After about a minute, I crept towards the noise, careful not to make a sound. I stalked through the underbrush, taking care to keep myself out of sight.

I was absolutely befuddled at what I saw.

Not ten feet from me, were both Alice and Luka. Two main characters from the game "Monster Girl Quest".

They seemed... Smaller than I expected.

Alice had wrapped Luka in her tail, and was questioning him about where she was, and other stuff like that.

Safe to say, I panicked.

What the hell...?

I was lost in a world where getting fucked to death was a common situation. Worse, I barely knew anything about the story, as I never actually played it for more than ten minutes.

I sighed, trying to calm myself down. That was a mistake. She noticed me, and promptly dropped Luka.

"Come out." Her words were calm, but chilling nontheless.

Fuck.

I resigned myself to my fate, slowly trudging forth from the bushes.

Alice's eyes widened when she saw me, and her gaze hardened into a vicious glare.

Luka, on the other hand, looked terrified.

Alice dropped Luka on his ass, before bringing herself into a fighting stance.

"Whoah there L-" I began, before cutting myself off out of horror. What made me so terrified to speak, you ask? Simple. My voice.

It sounded it was an awful, wet cacophony that sounded like it hadn't been used in decades. Furthermore, it was incredibly deep. To compare it to my old voice, imagine someone playing a recorder, while a second person blasts out your eardrums with a tuba.

Just what had happened to me?

I pondered this question for a few more seconds before Alice PUNCHED me in the chest, sending me flying backwards. I smashed into a tree with enough force to shatter its trunk. And shatter it did. The earpiercing crack echoed throughout the forest, swiftly followed by the sound of the tree's grim remains hitting the ground.

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HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT DEAD?!

I tried to get up, only for Alice to quickly restrain me in her tail.

"Who made you?" Alice asked. I went wide-eyed at the sheer amount of hate in her voice.

"W-what?" I asked, both confused at the question, and also her sudden mood change. What happened to the casual disdain she'd had when talking to Luka?

"Who is your creator? I won't ask again, zombie." She snarled.

"...What the fuck are you talking about?" I questioned. Panic rose in my body when I saw the expression of fury on her face.

"You're a zombie, how would you not know?" She yelled.

"I'm not a zombie." I stated, forcing the fear out of my voice.

She growled, letting her tail slacken. Before I could get free, however, she grabbed my arm, and started dragging me somewhere.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I half asked/screamed.

"Since you're in denial, I guess I'll have to prove it to you." She stated coldly.

Soon after, we reached a lake. Without warning, she ripped off my mask, and forced my head close to the water. My eyes widened in horror at my reflection.

"...WHAT THE FUCK?!" I roared.

A/N: That's a wrap for this chapter. Let me know what you thought.

-DinosaurChicken