Friday the 13th! Fikshun vs Jason

Friday the 13th! Fikshun vs Jason (Halloween Short Film)😎

The moon hung low over Blackwood Forest, a pale spotlight on the abandoned campground where legends whispered of a masked figure who returned every Friday the 13th. The wind rustled through broken cabins and shattered windows, carrying a chill that curled around the spine of anyone brave enough to enter. And tonight, the one brave enough—or crazy enough—was Fikshun.

Fikshun didn’t come with weapons or backup. He came armed with rhythm, footwork, and a confidence that made even silence nervous. He stepped onto the old dock, sneakers tapping softly like a countdown. He was recording a Halloween short film for his fans, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this story might end up far more real than he expected.

Then the lake moved.

A ripple turned into a wave, and from the dark water emerged a towering figure, soaked, silent, and wearing that infamous hockey mask. Jason Voorhees. Massive. Unstoppable. Machete glinting in the moonlight.

Most people would run.

Fikshun smiled.

Jason took a step forward—and Fikshun slid back, popping into a robotic glide, shoulders ticking like gears, eyes locked on the killer. The camera shook as he recorded himself with one hand, whispering, “Y’all better be watching this!”

Jason swung the machete with a brutal arc. Fikshun dropped into a split, spinning out of reach and rising into a wave that rolled through his whole body. The legendary slasher hesitated, confused. No one had ever danced their way out of death before.

The music in Fikshun’s earbuds hit harder—bass pumping like a battle drum. He hit a combo so sharp that even the trees seemed to lean closer to watch. He moved around Jason, sharp footwork kicking up dead leaves, turning fear into performance.

Jason charged.

Fikshun flipped over a canoe, landed in a moonwalk that would make ghosts applaud, then reached into his pocket and tossed a rubber chicken straight at Jason’s mask. The sound echoed across the lake.

Even the undead paused.

“Cut!” yelled Fikshun. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you NEVER skip leg day!”

But the camera kept rolling… because behind Fikshun, Jason was rising again.

Fikshun froze.

The music stopped.

The screen went black.

A final caption appeared:

This Halloween, dance like your life depends on it. Because it just might. 🎃👀