As Eden expected, Jason did not dare to attack them. However, what Eden did not know was that Jason had not really left when he walked away but instead had kept looking at them for a long while, hidden among the trees.
But even if he knew, Eden wouldn't care; as in his eyes, Jason could stare all he wanted, as long as everyone was safe, then he was one step closer to his goal.
For now, the only side missions Eden could think of were killing Jason and keeping every member of the cast alive. When he first spoke to Clay Miller, the main protagonist of the movie, he had stirred him in the direction of Camp Crystal Lake because he knew the guy was heading there anyway, and his words did not change anything, so that helped him form a good impression.
Of course, maybe Eden was unlucky and Clay was already dead, which was why he did not see saving Nolan as too important, since that mission might already be failed, if it even existed. With so many ifs, although Eden would not throw Nolan to his death, he was not going to take any risks to save him either.
Thankfully, Nolan became surprisingly tame and did not attempt to separate from the group. Maybe he believed he still had a chance with the girls, or maybe dark thoughts were brewing in his mind. Whichever it was, Eden did not care, and he kept an eye on him all the same. So long as he did not act during the day, Eden did not care.
As they returned to the house, Eden could see Bree and Chelsea had calmed down compared to earlier, but he also could tell that if he wanted to, that threesome would easily come along.
However, despite keeping his vigilance high, Eden was not omnipotent. He only separated from the group for a short few minutes to wash and change himself, but as he returned to the main hall, he did not spot Jenna. Frowning, he asked for her whereabouts.
And just as he feared, she was in her room. Trent looked sullen, and Chewie explained, "That dude from the gas station came by, searching for his sister. Jenna followed him to help search for her."
Doing his best not to show his frustration, Eden exhaled through his nose, calming himself down. From what he remembered, Jenna was the last to die as the failed final girl, and Clay may even survive, so out of everyone, they should be the safest.
Still, even if they survived it, they might get attacked, which had a chance of throwing off Eden's setup. But as much as this annoyed Eden, going out to search for them would only worsen the situation. Besides, no plan was foolproof, and what set aside the wise from the fool was the ability to improvise.
Speaking of improvising, Eden momentarily thought about bringing the sex scene forward and triggering Jason's attack as soon as possible to mitigate the effect of Jenna and Clay being on their own, but he quickly dismissed it. He would rather wait for the night to fall for the best effects.
Jason had supernatural elements to himself, but Eden did not think Dreamland had gone so far as to give him a magical anti-sex radar. The reason Eden believed he would attack once any sex scene started was that he believed that Jason was watching them at all times.
But now that two targets had left the cottage, Jason may have decided to follow them, so bringing the sex scene forward might render it useless instead.
And since Eden had much lower control over the possible side mission of saving everyone, he put the other probable side mission of killing Jason much higher on his priority list. And as much as Jason apparently abhors sex, if it was done in a house full of young adults with their full mental capabilities, the hunter might not dare to strike.
Instead, the odds were much better at night, with everyone inebriated. So, Eden bid his time. The day would not last for much longer anyway.
Watching the mostly quiet group of friends, Eden thought about the best way to achieve the wanted result when Chewie spoke up.
"Come on Trent, stop making that face! How about a beer pong?!"
Eden looked at Chewie in surprise but did not speak up, as this went along with his plans. Trent, who was still sullen about his girlfriend leaving with another guy, did not respond at first. However, Lawrence grinned and pressed on, "Yeah, that'd be fun! Come on guys!"
Bree shrugged, secretly glancing at Eden as she replied, "Sure, could be fun."
Eden smiled at her and decided to push things forward, "Fun to watch, sure."
"Watch?" Bree asked, visibly disappointed.
Eden nodded and addressed the whole room, "For it to be fair, the two teams need to have as many members, and there are seven of us. Besides, I don't drink, so I'll be the referee, and we'll have two teams of three."
There was no way he was getting drunk when he was supposed to fight Jason the same night.
The three turned to Trent, who finally smiled and relented, "Fine, let's play."
Chelsea naturally partnered with Bree, and Nolan followed them closely. The two did not look so enthused to be with him, but neither Eden nor Trent said anything as the latter teamed up with Lawrence and Chewie. Once more, he showed signs of evolving past the stereotype he was molded from, as he did not make his choice based on lust, which should be impossible for him.
It would only be natural for the 'jock' of the group to want to team up with the two 'babes', especially when they were not content with their teammate. But here, he would rather team up with his two friends.
Small progress, but progress nonetheless.
The game was quickly set up, with Eden watching over as both sides took plenty of shots. If Nolan had intended to use his skill at beer pong to win over Bree and Chelsea, then he was even dumber than Eden initially thought, as he became the sole reason as to why they lost.
Probably because he had been upset about what happened at the lake, Nolan had started drinking before the game on his own and naturally missed most of his shots. Bree and Chelsea, as regular party girls, were decent at the game, better than the three guys in front, resulting in close scores.
But in the end, Nolan missed important shots, leading to Trent's team winning. All six of them were very drunk by the end of the game, too, and night had fallen.
As the victors, team Trent took one of Chewie's shoes and poured some whiskey into it before passing it over, laughing, "Because we are merciful winners, we shall let a single one of you drink from the Cup of the Emperor, instead of making all three of you drink."
The loser team looked at each other, and both Bree and Chelsea took a step back, speaking as one with tipsy voices, ""Eww, I'm not drinking from that!""
Nolan took a second to understand what that meant before frowning and exploding with all the frustration he had felt throughout the day, "Fuck off, I'm not drinking that!"
Chelsea stepped away from him, cringing, "We lost because you missed all your shots, so drink up!"
Unexpectedly, Nolan did not back down, angrily spitting back instead, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
There was a moment of pin-drop silence, out of sheer shock, before Eden got up from his chair. When everyone thought he would confront Nolan, the latter was even ready to fight, but he instead said, "It's fine, lay off of him; he doesn't have the balls to drink from it. I'll do it."
Eden reached out towards the shoe, both girls cheering for him as he did so, when Nolan hurriedly snatched it, yelling, "I'll do it!"
Sure enough, that was the kind of thing that would only work in a movie.
Before anyone could say anything, not that they would, as they clearly knew what Eden was doing, Nolan drank it to the last drop. As he did, everyone laughed, except for Chelsea, and as he finished and prepared to release a primal cry, probably expecting praise, the roar turned into a shrill scream as he was kicked in the balls by Chelsea.
This made the others laugh even harder than before as they went back inside, while Nolan supported himself against the pillar, making faint moans of pain, but following inside nonetheless.
After that, Trent was the first one to fall asleep on the couch, followed by Nolan, too wasted to actually even say anything about the kick. Or too ashamed, if that was possible.
Since he knew the only ones who could annoy him were out of the way, Eden brought the two tipsy girls to his chest and whispered to them, "Go wait for me in the master bedroom."
The two girls looked at him, then each other, before giggling as they climbed the stairs, slowly swaying their hips as they did, whatever inhibitions they may have had thrown out the window with the alcohol.
Eden might have been bothered by taking advantage of girls so deeply drunk were he back on Earth, but his inhibitions had also been lowered, though not by alcohol.
Seeing that he did not immediately follow the two, Chewie, although immensely envious, asked, "Bro, what are you waiting for? You already passed the hardest part, go!"
Eden smiled, moving unhurriedly as he grabbed the hunting rifle, and spoke in a calm voice, "I'll go in a minute; I'm just taking precautions first."
Seeing Eden with a gun in his hands and speaking of precautions, both Lawrence and Chewie felt a shiver crawl down their spines as they asked, "W-what do you mean, precautions? W-we're cool, right, bro?"
Eden snorted at the fearful two, genuinely amused as he placed the rifle against one of the couches, where it would be easier to grab if he were to come down running the stairs, and warned, "I'm not about to shoot you, dumbass. There are bears out there, so don't go out unless you want to get mauled to death. They sometimes enter houses too, so stay in the living room and watch over the two sleepyheads, alright?"
The two looked relieved at first, before becoming absolutely terrified. They both sank into their seats, their drunken minds hoping they would somehow be swallowed up and disappear.
This made Eden smile, as he was now sure the two would not go out and get themselves killed in some idiotic manner. Still, before leaving, he added as a last precaution, "Neither of you knows how to use a gun, and you're drunk, so you'd only piss it off if you shot it. If you spot a bear or someone you don't know, you scream, and I'll come. Got it?"
Seeing the two were still shivering in their seats and did not reply, he asked again, louder this time, "Understood? Repeat!"
Stammering a little, Chewie repeated, "I-If something dangerous or someone we don't know comes in, we scream for help and don't use the gun."
"As long as you understand. I don't want you to kill yourself with the gun because you don't know how to use it. Now, I got some cheeks to clap."
Eden practically jumped over the stairs, while Chewie groaned, "How lucky can you get! I'd be happy to fuck even a single one of them, and you got both! You've got to think about us bro!"
This made Eden snort before disappearing upstairs, "Sorry mate, but I'll have something else to think about in there. Maybe we'll record something for you."
With a laugh, Eden disappeared from their view, while the two friends looked at each other and lowered their gazes. Despite their earlier fear, thinking of what Eden was about to do, they both got hard.