The Extra-dimensional Pioneer Of Fiction [Draft]

[Crystal lake: Donnie's Barn]

The barn loomed against the darkness like an ancient fortress, its weather-beaten planks and rusted tools casting jagged shadows in the moonlight. Arlo's breaths came fast and shallow as he leaned against the doorframe, his injured arm screaming with each movement. The bleeding had slowed, but the throbbing pain was relentless. 

[Status Effect: Minor Blood Loss Stop]

[HP: 55/100]

The bleeding had slowed, but the throbbing pain was relentless. Clay, standing at his side, pushed the barn door open just enough for them to slip inside. The hinges groaned in protest, echoing ominously in the stillness.

Clay, standing at his side, pushed the barn door open just enough for them to slip inside. The hinges groaned in protest, echoing ominously in the stillness.

"In here," Clay whispered, ushering them through.

The musty air hit Arlo like a wall, thick with the scents of old hay, oil, and rust. He scanned the interior, his eyes darting to every corner, mentally cataloging potential weapons.

[Observe Skill Activated]

Location: Donnie's Barn

Details: Contains various farming implements and machinery.

Notable: Operational wood chipper, bear traps, heavy chains.

"Jenna, Whitney up there," Arlo directed, nodding toward the hayloft. "Clay and I will handle this."

He grabbed a pitchfork from the wall, testing its weight. It felt awkward in his hands, but it was better than nothing. His inner medic cringed at the thought of tetanus, but survival was the priority now.

[Weapon Equipped: Rusty Pitchfork]

Warning: 5% chance of infection per successful strike

"This is it," Arlo muttered under his breath, gripping the pitchfork tightly. "Hope this thing's sturdier than in those zombie games. Third time's the charm, right?"

"Stop talking to yourself and focus," Clay hissed, gripping a knife so tightly his knuckles turned white. A massive hand burst through the window, grabbing Clay by the throat. Clay struggled against Jason's iron grip, managing to drive his knife into the killer's arm, which only seemed to enrage him.

Jason's masked face turned toward Arlo, the glint of his machete catching a sliver of moonlight as he raised it. But Arlo seized the opportunity, plunging the pitchfork into Jason's stomach

[Critical Strike -Damage: 20]

[Enemy Status: Unfazed]

[Weapon Durability: 55%]

For a split second, Jason staggered, his grip loosening just enough for Clay to break free. Arlo took a step back, adrenaline pounding through his veins, but Jason recovered with inhuman speed, shoving Arlo away.

[Damage Taken: -15 HP]

[HP: 40/100]

[Status Effect: Staggered - Movement speed reduced by 20% for 3 seconds]  

As Jason yanked the pitchfork from his torso, Arlo winced.

"Not so tough, huh?" he muttered, eyeing the barn walls for anything useful

The pitchfork flew through the air, and Arlo ducked just in time, the weapon embedding itself into the barn wall with a loud thud.

"Man, this is some serious bullet-sponge boss fight nonsense," Arlo muttered, rolling away as the pitchfork embedded itself in the wall where his head had been. Clay charged in with a piece of lumber, but Jason caught it mid-swing and sent him sprawling.

Arlo's hands found a sledgehammer.

[Weapon Equipped: Sledgehammer]

He snatched it up, barely registering its weight, and ran at Jason with a yell.

"Remember me, big guy?" He swung the hammer down, catching Jason across the shoulder. The impact reverberated up Arlo's arms, but Jason barely flinched.

[Damage: 28]

The blade bit into Arlo's arm, and he grunted, feeling the sharp, searing pain spread through his forearm as he instinctively let go of the hammer.

[Critical Damage Taken: -20 HP]

[Status Effect: Severe Blood Loss - 1 HP every 1 minute] 

[HP: 18/100]

[Warning: Critical Health Status]

"That hurt," he gritted out, backing away and clutching his bleeding arm. "Like, seriously, could've left me some HP for later."

Ignoring the pain, he sidestepped the next strike, dodging two more slashes as Clay scrambled to his feet, knife still in hand.

"Not good," Arlo gasped, ducking under Jason's wild slashes. Clay rejoined the fight with a hunting knife, stabbing at Jason's back.

The killer released his machete to deal with Clay, massive hands reaching for Clay's throat. Arlo jumped in, and suddenly they were locked in a desperate struggle.

With Jason focused on Arlo, Clay leaped onto his back, stabbing him again, this time managing to dislodge Jason's machete. But Jason was relentless, twisting and throwing Clay to the floor. Arlo dove back in, trying to wrestle him, but it was like trying to move a boulder.

Inside the barn, Whitney exchanged a panicked glance with Jenna. Desperate, Jenna picked up the sledgehammer Arlo had dropped and edged closer, her heart racing. The air was thick with the sound of grunts, scraping metal, and their pounding heartbeats.

The wood chipper roared to life behind them, Arlo hadn't even noticed Jenna reaching for the switch. She appeared with the fallen sledgehammer, bringing it down on Jason's back with a sickening crunch. But even three-on-one, they were losing. Jason's strength was inhuman, tossing them around like ragdolls.

"Hey, psycho!" Jenna yelled, swinging the sledgehammer into his back with all her might. Jason barely reacted, twisting around with brutal efficiency and knocking both Arlo and Clay away in one move.

Just when it seemed hopeless, Whitney stood up, her hands shaking but her face determined.

"Baby, stop this!" Whitney's voice cut through the chaos. She stood tall, arm outstretched with the locket.

Jason froze. For a heartbeat, everything stopped.

[Analysis Activated]

Target Status: Temporarily Confused. Psychological weakness detected.

Jason paused, his head turning ever so slightly. Clay seized the moment, slamming a rusted bear trap onto Jason's shoulder. The teeth bit deep, and the killer stumbled.

"Chain! Now!" Arlo shouted, grabbing a length of heavy chain from the wall. They looped it around Jason's neck. "Whitney, Jenna!" Arlo shouted. "Grab the other end of this thing. We're giving him a one-way ticket out of here."

Together, they threw the chain over the rafter, pulling with every ounce of strength they had. Jason's hulking form was forced upward, the chain biting into his neck as he rose toward the ceiling, limbs thrashing.

But just as they thought they had him, the chain snapped. Jason dropped to the ground, stumbling, and they barely had time to react as he lunged forward. The chain, however, had shifted position and caught on the edge of the woodchipper.

With one final push, Whitney picked up Jason's machete. She gritted her teeth, her face fierce.

"Say hi to Mommy… in hell!" she shouted, plunging the blade deep into Jason's chest.

Arlo collapsed against the barn wall, breathing hard.

"Well," he managed to say through labored breaths, "guess we finally got the final boss."

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[Crystal Lake: Donnie's Barn]

Dawn broke over Camp Crystal Lake, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange. The first light of dawn crept through the barn's broken windows, casting weak rays across the bloodstained ground where Jason's massive form lay, motionless. Arlo slumped against a beam, eyes half-closed as his status window popped up. 

[Quest Completed: Survive Camp Crystal Lake]

Remark: Congratulation in surviving until dawn with out dying a very horrible and painful death.

Reward: 700 Credits, 500 XP

"Finally," Arlo muttered, giving a grim smile as he swiped the notification away. It wasn't the greatest reward, but after the night they'd survived, even a "game over" screen would've felt like a win.

[Experience Gained: 500 EXP]

[Level Up! Current Level: 2]

[Level Up! Current Level: 3]

[Level Up! Current Level: 4]

[Level Up! Current Level: 5]

[Experience : 200 (320) XP]

Arlo opened his status window

Arlo Leeroy

Job: None

Race: Human

Level: 5

EXP: 200 (320)

HP: 100

MP: 0

[Stats Info]

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 6

Intelligence: 8

Charisma: 4

Luck: 5

Endurance: 6

Wisdom: 8

Remaining Status Point: 25

"Five levels at once?" he muttered, examining his status window. The rush of experience from surviving the night had catapulted him upward, and now he had 25 status points to allocate. "Guess nearly dying a dozen times has its perks."

He studied his stats carefully, mind already working on how to distribute the points. His medical background urged him to think strategically, but recent events suggested he might need more than just intelligence to survive in this world.

........................

The morning air felt crisp against his skin, and for the first time since this nightmare began, he felt a glimmer of hope. He was stronger now, at least according to the system, and he had points to become even stronger. He just had to figure out how best to use them.

Clay stood nearby with Whitney, both gazing warily at Jason's body.

"So… what now?" Clay asked, glancing down at the infamous hockey mask that had struck terror into all of them.

Whitney nodded. "I was thinking we toss him and that mask into the lake. Make sure he's gone."

Arlo raised a hand, stopping them. "Wait."

Jenna looked at him, puzzled. "Why? Isn't dumping him in the lake enough?"

"Sure, if this were a B-grade horror movie," Arlo replied, his voice weary but firm.

"Trust me, I've got a better idea." Arlo limped back into the barn, emerging moments later with a rusty gas can and Jason's machete. His medical knowledge screamed about proper body disposal protocols, but horror movie logic took precedence here.

"What's with the gas?" Clay asked, his voice hoarse from the fight.

"Yup," Arlo replied, glancing at the machete in his other hand.

"I'm keeping this around too, just in case. You know… in every movie, just when you think the guy's dead, he pops back up. This thing," he lifted the machete, "Its for insurance."  

What he didn't tell them was that he'd seen the 2009 remake. He knew exactly how this could end if they didn't finish the job properly. The machete in his hand wasn't just for show.

Whitney bit her lip, watching Arlo with a mix of disbelief and relief. "Alright, but if he moves even a little…"

Arlo didn't wait for them to finish. He poured the gasoline all over Jason's body, soaking the bloodstained ground around him. Flicking open a match, he tossed it onto the corpse and stepped back as flames erupted, swallowing Jason's figure in an intense blaze.

"Finally," Arlo whispered under his breath, staring into the flames. It was almost surreal, this was the ending he'd wanted, the one where they finally triumphed. But something nagged at him. Arlo activated his Observe skill one last time.

[Observe Activated]

Jason Voorhees

Level: 10

HP: 20/200

MP: None

Status: Near Death

"You've got to be kidding me," Arlo whispered, eyes widening.

Before he could warn the others, Jason's body convulsed, causing Whitney and Jenna to scream and Clay to stumble backward. Arlo didn't hesitate, he gripped the machete with both hands, channeling every ounce of strength he had left.

"Just! Stay! Dead!" he roared, bringing the blade down in a decisive arc. Jason's head separated from his body with a sickening sound, and immediately new notifications popped up:

[Hidden Quest 1 Completed: Kill Jason Voorhees]

Reward: Fragment of Creation (0.2%)

Arlo staggered back, staring at the blood-splattered machete, relief flooding over him. Inside, a spark of triumph flared as he checked his notifications again.

[Hidden Quest 2 Completed: Save the Survivors]

Reward: 1800 Credits, 1000 EXP, Inventory (10 Slots)

[Experience Gained: 1000 XP]

[Level Up! Current Level: 6]

[Level Up! Current Level: 7]

[Experience : 240 (1280) XP]

Arlo wanted to laugh hysterically – all that risk, all that terror, and the system treated it like some video game achievement. But he kept his composure, watching as Whitney approached the lake's edge with Jason's locket.

Beside him, Whitney took a shaky breath, looking down at Jason's decapitated body with a mix of fear and satisfaction. After a moment, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small locket. Silently, she walked toward the lake, her eyes glazed with memories.

As she tossed the locket into the water, it sparkled in the morning sun before disappearing beneath the ripples. A soft tear escaped her, a final farewell. At last, Jason would haunt them no more.

"Let's get back to the cabin," Arlo suggested, his voice rough.

"I think we could all use some rest." The others nodded, and they began the long walk back to Trent's place, leaving behind the smoldering remains of their nightmare

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[Outside Trent Cabin]

Whitney, Clay, Jenna, and Arlo trudged back through the dark woods, fatigue tugging at every step. The adrenaline that had fueled them earlier had faded, replaced by the sting of cuts, bruises, and exhaustion. Finally, as they neared the edge of the clearing, they saw flashing lights spilling out from Trent's cabin and casting eerie patterns over the trees.

"Whoa," Whitney breathed, tightening her grip on Clay's arm. "They really called in the cavalry, didn't they?"

Arlo nodded, spotting a line of police cars, an ambulance, and clusters of medical personnel around the cabin. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, taking in the faces. Finally, he spotted Trent, Bree, Chelsea, Chewie, and Lawrence standing near a police car. Trent looked tense, hands shoved into his pockets, while Bree's face broke into a look of pure relief as she saw them

"There they are!" Bree called, waving. Her voice carried through the clearing, and the others turned to look, expressions shifting from worry to visible relief.

"Arlo! Clay!" Trent shouted, making his way toward them. "You guys alright? You look like hell."

Arlo managed a weary grin. "Feeling about the same, believe me."

One of the medics noticed their arrival and rushed over. "You four look like you could use some attention," she said, eyeing the bloodstains and torn clothing. "Come on, let's get you checked out."

"Here," Clay murmured, helping Whitney lean against him. "She needs help. Please, make sure she's alright."

The medic nodded and gently took Whitney from Clay's grasp, guiding her over to an open ambulance. Whitney gave him a faint smile, her voice barely a whisper. "Thanks, Clay."

Jenna sighed, slumping down on the back bumper of the ambulance as another medic came over to inspect her. Arlo gave Clay a pat on the shoulder, signaling for him to get checked out too before turning to a medic of his own.

As his arm was being bandaged, Arlo glanced around and noticed Bree standing nearby, arms crossed, watching him with a look somewhere between concern and amusement.

"Guess I owe you a proper hello," he said, wincing as the medic pressed down on his arm.

Bree laughed softly. "You're lucky you've still got an arm to bandage. Seriously, are you alright?"

"Been better. So… about that date?" He shot her a grin, trying to keep things light despite the throbbing in his arm.

Bree shook her head, smiling. "I think maybe you should focus on healing first. Priorities, you know?"

"Fair enough," Arlo chuckled, reaching out and giving her hand a quick squeeze. "Guess I'll have to heal up first. Then we'll see."

Bree returned his smile, letting her fingers linger on his for a moment before stepping back as the medic finished wrapping his arm. The brief reprieve was cut short as a police officer walked up to them, holding a notepad.

"Mr. Leeroy, Mr. Miller, Ms. Jenna," the officer addressed them, his tone all business. "Can you tell us what happened back there?"

The police officer, a tall, steely-eyed man with a no-nonsense look, took out his notepad and pen.

"Alright, Mr. Leeroy, Mr. Miller, and Ms. Jenna," he began, casting a scrutinizing look over each of them. "We need to know exactly what happened. We've heard rumors of… some violent attacks. Can you tell us about the assailant?"

Arlo glanced at Clay and Jenna, who both looked as worn out as he felt. He took a steadying breath, then met the officer's gaze. "It was… intense," he said. "The guy was like something out of a horror movie. He came at us in the barn. We tried everything to stop him, but he wouldn't stay down."

"Right," Clay added, rubbing the back of his neck. "He had this... I don't even know, insane strength. We threw everything at him. Hit him, trapped him, even managed to get him with some old farming tools. But it was like he just kept coming back."

The officer raised his eyebrows. "Are you saying he was… immune to pain?"

Arlo nodded. "That's the thing. It was beyond anything I've ever seen. No matter what we did, he just kept fighting. We had to… well, we eventually got the upper hand. But it felt like he'd get up at any second, you know?"

Jenna shuddered, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. "He wasn't like a normal person, officer. It was like he was… possessed. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear, it's true."

The officer's expression softened a fraction, and he nodded as he scribbled a few notes. "Alright. Thank you for being honest with us. We'll take it from here. You all need to rest. We'll be in touch if we have further questions."

With a curt nod, the officer turned and walked away, leaving them standing in the cool night air. The ambulance lights painted everything in shades of red and blue, casting surreal shadows across the trees and making the entire scene feel like some strange dream.

Arlo turned to Bree, who was still standing nearby, watching him with those steady, concerned eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a pang of reluctance he hadn't expected. "Listen, Bree… I need to go check on something."

A flash of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly masked it. "Oh… alright. Will you be back?"

He hesitated, feeling the weight of everything that had happened. "I don't know. But I'll find you," he said quietly, giving her a small, reassuring smile. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Bree's lips curved into a soft smile. "Alright, Arlo. Don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

He nodded, stepping back and letting his hand linger in hers for just a moment before finally letting go.

Turning away, he walked toward the edge of the clearing, heart heavy as he processed the realization that saying goodbye could be more difficult than he'd anticipated. In the back of his mind, a wry thought surfaced—how easy it was to feel attached to someone, especially someone beautiful, after surviving something horrible together. It was like a twisted version of an RPG, where saving the damsel in distress led to all kinds of unexpected consequences. He chuckled softly, shaking his head at his own cliché.

Arlo look into his stats which have been updated and his new inventory which contain's jason machete.

Finding a secluded spot behind one of the emergency vehicles, Arlo leaned against a tree and opened his status window. The familiar blue glow lit up his vision as multiple notifications appeared:

[Horror Multiverse: Jason Universe]

[Warning: Portal Transfer Imminent]

[Accept Transfer? Y/N]

[Status Window]

Arlo Leeroy

Job: None

Race: Human

Level: 7EXP: 240 (1280)

HP: 100

MP: 0

[Stats Info]

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 6

Intelligence: 8

Charisma: 4

Luck: 5

Endurance: 6

Wisdom: 8

Remaining Status Points: 35

[Skill Info]

Observe Lv: 3/10

Analysis Lv: 4/10

[Inventory (10 Slots)]

Jason's Machete [Rare]

Sword, Level 10

Durability: 55/100

Damage: 25-50

Stats: 3 Str and 2 Dex

Effect: Bleeding Effect 50% chance

Description: A blood-stained machete that belonged to the infamous killer Jason Voorhees. Bears traces of supernatural power.

Fragment of Creation (0.2%) [???]

?????????????????

"Thirty-five points to allocate and a fancy new murder weapon," Arlo muttered, examining the machete's stats. "Plus whatever this Fragment thing is. Guess surviving a slasher film has its perks."

He noticed the machete had automatically been stored in his newly acquired inventory system - a convenient feature he hadn't had before. The weapon's legendary status made him wonder what other kinds of items he might find in future worlds.

"At least I won't be starting the next world completely empty-handed," he thought, closing the status window as the portal began to pull him in. "Though explaining where I got this machete might be... interesting."

"Time to go," Arlo muttered, glancing one last time toward the group of survivors. His eyes lingered on Bree for a moment before he shook his head with a rueful smile. "Can't believe I'm actually going to miss this nightmare of a place."

Without further hesitation, he pressed 'Yes'. The air around him began to ripple like heat waves off hot asphalt.

A familiar sensation of weightlessness overtook him as reality started to bend and distort. The morning light fractured into prismatic shards around him as a swirling vortex materialized.The pull was immediate and intense. Arlo felt himself being drawn into the portal, his body becoming lighter with each passing second. The world around him started to blur and fade, emergency vehicles and trees melting into abstract shapes of color and light.

The pull was immediate and intense. Arlo felt himself being drawn into the portal, his body becoming lighter with each passing second. The world around him started to blur and fade, emergency vehicles and trees melting into abstract shapes of color and light.

"Well," he managed to say as the portal's force grew stronger, "here's hoping the next world has fewer machete-wielding maniacs."

With that final thought, the vortex consumed him completely. The space behind the emergency vehicle stood empty, marked only by footprints in the morning dew and a slight shimmer in the air that quickly faded away.