Hey folks, I've got a little something different today! A little Naruto and Friday The 13th crossover. I freaking LOVE crossovers. :D Which is why Freddy VS Jason was so epic.

For the sake of the story to work, it'll be as if the Naruto world took place in the real world. It's still the regular Naruto universe, of course, just with a twist.

Anyway, so the story is that an occult group, who are made of exiled Ninjas from a distant country that's very obscure, want to bring a fearful attack on the Shinobi countries. Starting of course, with Konoha. They bring Jason Voorhees to life, whom they stumble upon while on their search. And unleash him to Konoha. He proceeds to bring fear on the village, killing off "naughty" teenagers.

Naruto and his friends catch on to this, and are now out to get him. Soon, with a little outside help, it's Jason vs Naruto and his friends. With many discoveries, it becomes a world of bloody ties.

All characters, references, including canon and original, all belong to their respectful owners. All original characters/references are mine, with the exception of one or two OC's belonging to a couple of friends. I do not own any of the Naruto characters/references, I do not own Jason Voorhees or any references to Friday The 13th

Man, I just hope I can capture Jason as well as my friend Buddy Michelle can. She does it so well, I swear to God. Luckily, I know him a bit better now, and thanks to a couple of recent RP's we've done, I've gotten to know how he thinks a bit better. Not to mention Freddy VS Jason.

Warning: Language, violence, and gore.

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Inside of a deep, underground cavern hidden away from the rest of the world up above, a few candles were lit around a small, yet specious room. It served as some kind of a meeting place, or a shrine.

A table lay in the centre, adorned with maps, scrolls, and other various notes, along with a couple of candles to add more light. Not much else was in the room, other than the table.

Around the table sat a few men, all of which wearing Shinobi forehead protectors of a village that would likely pose as unfamiliar to anyone who would see the symbol. The symbol consisted of a very long triangle pointing downward. There were seven of them, wearing similar clothing, which were gray long-sleeved tops with black belts around the waist, blue pants, and around their necks were black chokers.

One of them, however, had two red sashes across his chest and wore a layer of bandages around his head. It wasn't for injuries, but more of a fashion statement. He appeared to be the ring leader, given the additions to his outfit. His name Fujisaki Kyoharu, and he had light auburn hair and amber eyes.

"All right, men. So we're all met?" Fujisaki said, looking among the other six.

The one on his left, Himetsu Hikeko, nodded. "Yes, sir. All present are accounted for."

Fujisaki nodded. "Good. Then we can begin, to the first order of our business. You do remember our objective, correct?"

The man on his right, Yakita Orokishi nodded his head. "Yes, Boss. We are to send out any means necessary to truly bring down the five Great Shinobi villages. Most especially, the Village Hidden in the Leaves, Konoha."

"You are quite right, good work." Said Fujisaki, placing his hand on a map. "With our efforts, we will not be stopped. However...there is one thing. It's foolish if we just make the plans to attack and go straight in. No, we cannot do that. Am I right?"

Everyone nodded.

"You are correct, Boss." Said Himetsu.

"I'm glad you see it that way." Fujisaki smirked in satisfaction and straightened. "Now then, before we fully initialize our great plan, we are going to need some help. Himetsu, present to the rest, our prime target in this."

Himetsu stood straight, and produced a documented photo. It was of a hulking figure holding a machete, wearing a Hockey mask. Below, stated a name:

Jason Voorhees

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"No...! No! Please, don't kill me! No! Please!" Screamed the young woman, raising her hands up in a useless shield.

Jason Voorhees completely ignored her pleas for help and swiftly brought down his machete with such swift speed, her life was ended before he even could have blinked. Her throat slit far and wide, with blood spewing out of the wound like a rushing fountain.

Satisfied with his work in getting rid of the naughty trespassers who dared set foot in Camp Crystal Lake, Jason turned to slowly head back toward the cabins, to also make sure he didn't miss any. Sometimes he would succeed in getting any that he may have missed, and sometimes not.

It was shameful, and the same damn thing. Every person to deal with deserved to be punished, for being so naughty. Most especially those counselors, which led to his untimely demise.

A sound was heard behind him, and Jason turned. Was there someone else out there? Not taking chances, he turned around, and came to see none other than his mother, Pamela Voorhees.

"Jason...my precious, special boy...there is something you must do for me." Pamela said to him, smiling brightly with a gleam of determination in her eyes.

Jason tilted his head, listening to her respectfully.

"Go to the five Great Shinobi Villages...the children there, they've been quite naughty, Jason..." Pamela said, gesturing to the west. "Go, Jason...and do not leave a single rock unturned. Give them what they deserve."

Looking to where his mother was pointing, it was quite obvious that Jason was confused. Go? Go where? Where were these places? Would he have to leave the camp?

"Go there, Jason...and then come back to mommy, I'll be waiting....make me proud, my precious son... Go to Konoha...the Village Hidden in the Leaves...start there." Pamela slowly faded away.

Still very confused, Jason scratched his head. He wasn't sure why his mother wanted him to go to such a foreign place, or even how to get there. It was obviously important, if she was making him go there.

Carefully sheathing his machete, the Hockey masked slasher slowly stalked through the forest as he tried to find some kind of an answer to what his mother was telling him. Maybe she was warning him of future trespassers?

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From the swirling image of the crystalline ball, Fujisaki smirked with satisfaction as he watched Jason wandering toward the cabins, confused and wondering what he had to do next. He did have to act fast, in case he would forget. But this was his mother, and he never disobeyed his mother.

"Genjutsu successful...man, he really is easy to manipulate. We can sure use his brain condition to our advantage, boys." He said. "And now, we must get him here. Himetsu, you have the scroll, I presume?"

Himetsu nodded, producing a rolled scroll from his pocket, which he handed to his boss. Taking it, Fujisaki unrolled it and carefully unrolled it across the table. He made a few handseals, before slapping his open palm onto the scroll. The ink of the inscription along it then glowed from black to bright orange, as if coming to life.

"Come to us, and spread your reign of terror, come forth, and bring death and no mercy! Come, Jason Voorhees!"

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Before Jason could utter a blink, he took one more step and then found himself at one end of a long bridge. It was instantaneous, how he suddenly ended up at the foot of a bridge in a matter of seconds, and also a bridge he didn't even know. He could see now, this was not Camp Crystal Lake.

Jason looked around curiously, his hand resting on the handle of his machete, just in case. He was certain something was going on, but of course, he just didn't understand. What was going on? Where was he? And more importantly, how in the world did he get here? He surely didn't remember walking here. He might have been severely mentally handicapped, but even he knew there was no way he could get to an unfamiliar place in just one step, when he could see right in front of him was nothing more than tracts of forest. Now he was standing at a bridge, which was there, clear as day.

With no other option to turn to, he decided to see where he was, and what the hell was going on. He took a few steps on the bridge and hesitated, looking down to the side, toward the water. It appeared to be a stream, and not very deep, either. Still, Jason avoided any kind of body of water like the plague. Taking one more step, Jason slowly crossed the bridge.

Wherever he was, he was going to make sure to do as his mother had asked him. Even if he had to travel for days to find this village, known as Konoha. And do away with any naughty person, deserving to be punished.

Although he still didn't understand why his mother wanted him to go to such a place. It had to be pretty important.

Up further ahead near a hill, he saw three children around 12, accompanied by a young adult no older than 18 or 19. The young adult was talking to the children, who were all nodding and looking excited. They then went off and started practicing some strange movements, which he guessed was some kind of martial arts, and even sometimes they would make weird gestures with their hands.

Jason paused in his walk and stared, tilting his head slightly. He was glad someone was finally responsible enough to actually watch the children, and not off drinking or meeting someone to do naughty things. Seeing nothing wrong there, he went on his merry little way.

But when he passed a nearby tree, he spied two young adults wearing the same uniform as the first young adult he saw, and he could see now that they were having sex standing up. As if that wasn't bad enough, he could see past the rest of the trees that three young children, also around 11 or 12, several yards away out of earshot. One of them, the girl, had fallen down and was crying, and the two boys were unsure of what to do. And these two perfectly able young adults weren't even paying attention to them.

His eyes narrowed through the eyeholes of his Hockey mask. They needed to be punished. Not watching the children when it was their responsibility, and meeting with each other on top of that. Jason approached the couple, smoothly pulling the machete out of its sheath.

The girl, having opened her eyes, suddenly saw Jason behind the man, and let out a frightened screech. Before the boy could turn around, Jason thrust the machete through them both with such incredible speed. It even pierced through the bark.

Once they were dead, Jason pulled his machete out, with a little bit of difficulty, and looked at the blood now staining it. He shrugged his broad shoulders lightly and then slowly walked off just as the other adult and children were coming toward the scene.

It wasn't long until Jason reached the village. Konoha.