There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.

The man with the old mask, who was presumably Jason, would lower his head slightly as if sniffing the air. He then turned to face the other man. "Michael," he growled out from beneath the torn burlap of his jacket, "do you smell that?" The other man, Michael, stopped in his tracks, raised his nose into the air and sniffed as well before turning to Jason with a nod. His icy blue eyes darted around, but he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"I think it might be coming from over there," Michael said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the pit you were hiding in. "We should check it out." With that, they started moving toward your hiding spot.

"It's strong," Jason grunted as he crouched down next to the pit. "Someone's been here." He raised his knife, ready to strike if you made a sudden move. Michael remained standing nearby to wait his turn to pee into the pit.

Nothing was said as they continued their silent vigil in the forest. Jason's cold, lifeless eyes stared ahead impassively, his breath visible in thin clouds of condensation around his mask. Michael stood nearby, occasionally glancing at the hole, waiting for an opportunity to take care of business without any distractions. They were perfectly aware that you were there, but they saw no reason to make a move unless it was absolutely necessary. For now, they only want to pee on your face.

The forest grew silent as the other killers began to emerge from their hiding places, drawn by the scent of your presence. They all exchanged knowing glances and barely perceptible gestures before spreading out further around the campsite, methodically searching for any signs of life. For now, you were just another potential target among many. But it was only a matter of time before one of them found you...

Without so much as a word or even a grunt of acknowledgement, Jason lowered himself into a squatting position over the edge of the pit. His massive, veiny cock hung heavily above you as he began to urinate. The hot stream pelted against your face, forcing out a muffled yelp from deep within the filthy burlap. After several seconds, Jason straightened back up, his task completed. Michael stepped forward quickly, aiming his own member at the same hole before you even had time to react.

Michael's stream was considerably shorter than Jason's, but no less forceful as it hit your face in quick succession. When he was finally finished, the other killers began to reemerge from their hiding places once more, each taking turns to relieve themselves on your face until there was nothing left inside them. Only then did they turn their attention back to searching the forest for any signs of life... or death.