Dylan wore a cheesy grin, placing her duffle bag on the sofa of a cobweb ridden cabin. She felt at peace with the old fashioned cabins, overlooking the view of crystal waters amongst assortments of green trees. She was able to convince them to go on a camping trip yet she didn't suggest where. She got them to the place the old fashioned way, putting a lopsided grin on her face. She used her unstable portals to bring her into the camping grounds with her fellow Titans.

"Isn't this place haunted?" Dick asked, snapping a twig under his foot as he looked around at the oak trees. He didn't take to it.

"Haunted would make the place more interesting." Kory announced, putting a space of hope in Dylan's heart.

Dylan chose to grieve the way of drowning in horror films. She kept to her room only speaking to one other person in the building after the incident of her brother.

"Are you and I sharing a cabin?" Rose asked, setting her bag of clothes on a bed closest to the makeshift bathroom. Her eyes roamed the place, briefly making eye contact with Dylan.

"The boys in one. The girls in the other, right?" Dylan spoke, uneasily switching the topic. Her heart hurt. Every breath she took- her mind snapped to the incident of her killing her brother. All over another guy who was no family relations.

"Yep! Dick thinks we should spend quality girl bonding time. After all, this is your idea." Rose noted, sitting on the end of her claimed bed.

Rachel reluctantly appeared before night fall along with an unamused Kory. "Dylan, staying holed up solves nothing!"

Dylan nodded, listening to the girl with shoulder length blue hair. She stood, ready to leave the cabin.

"You realize you won't be able to see anything?" Kory asked Dylan who nonchalantly shrugged.

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Her head snapped to the left when a branch snapped. It was more like a crash, catching her off guard. She pressed her small, visible body into the shadows as a lingering gaze kept glued to her. Her breath came in cool wisps, putting her on edge.

"Dylan! There you are! I've been looking all over for you." Jason hissed, earning a whack to the face from her.

"Don't sneak up on somebody who can communicate with the dead!" Dylan loudly hissed, turning blue at the realization.

"Is everything okay? You seem on edge. I forgot about the ghost thing." Jason touched his jaw where she whacked him. His concern had become more evident.

"What camp did we come to?" Dylan spoke as loud, stuttering breaths grew to pierce the air. She grabbed onto him.

"You chose the camp. I don't know." Jason quickly spoke, picking up on the odd breathing sound. He rushed to another response shortly, "Camp Crystal Lake, I think."

"Fuck. Me." Dylan breathed, growing clammy. She began to tug him in the opposite direction.

"Wouldn't we die if we give in to our needs?" Jason asked, mocking the horror movie they were currently in. He had yet to realize the truth. Talk about ditz.

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"Why are the pillows slashed up?" Dick asked, looking from a frightened Rose and Rachel. He wanted a word with Dylan so he chose to try during her sleepless hours.

The door was then knocked off its hinges to reveal a tall guy in a hockey mask, machete glued to one hand, and he was dressed in a blue piece attire.

"I think that answers your question." Rose noted, preparing to take on the silent killer.

Dick was horrified all the while thinking of grounding Dylan. How do you ground a grown adult who can bring stories, films or characters to life given one teensy breath? He guessed she had to get something out of her ghost channeling powers to tide hold her peace.

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Dylan was stubborn. She stopped running from the idiot in the mask after awhile. She assumed since the ordeal had to be in her head than this couldn't hurt her. She thought wrong as his machete cut into her abdomen.

"You're not even the real deal, Voorhees!" Dylan shouted at the stumped killer.

Jason tugged on Dylan to get her to move, but she refused to find safety with the wannabe. "Dylan, I don't think he can talk!"

Dylan huffed, rolling her eyes. She wasn't fazed by the current gut in her stomach. It's when the masked killer turned to her partner in crime that she panicked. "Run, Jason, run!"

Jason flinched, fiddling with his ear as he half dragged the insane girl to get far from the Voorhees character. He shot her a funny look when they were hiding in the bushes, "You don't have to be so dramatic."

Blood stained her hands, realizing she'd actually been hurt. Her breathing grew shallow as her eyes locked onto blue, "I do have to be dramatic. Who else will be if not me?"

"Can't you get us home by using your erase or reset button?" Jason asked, growing worried when movement was heard from nearby.

"I don't have one of those, but I have a way to return to normality." Dylan softly spoke in the breeze, closing her eyes while her breathing came to a stop.

"Dylan!" Jason called, shaking the girl repeatedly in his arms. His freak out session had begun. And she'd been worried over him dying?

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"You are fucking adorable." Dylan mumbled, touching whoever's face lingered next to her. Her eyes shot open when she was shaken a second time to find she had fallen asleep on the sofa in the tower. Her eyes came across a worried Jason, crouched down in front of the sofa.

"Agreed," Jason smugly responded, smirking at the barely woke girl. He gestured to the blanket covering her with the laptop playing on her lap, "is it porn that's causing that weird movement?"

"I was having a semi nightmare." Dylan hissed, pushing herself into a sitting position. She almost whacked him with the laptop as he sat where her feet had previously been.

"Uh-huh, sure. What was with the your fucking adorable comment then?" Jason grinned, watching her grow flustered.

Dylan clicked off the Friday the 13th films she had begun to rewatch a second time. She shut off her laptop, moving it to the side. She placed a palm of her hand under his chin, smirking to match his own. "You are, Cupcake!"

Nobody ever did think the boy could be flustered, but he flushed that day. He tried to mask the emotion by playing it off.

"Thought anymore on Batman?" Jason wondered, switching the subject.

"Sorry, Jay. All my thoughts dwell on how beautiful you are." Dylan half lied, grinning as he began to squirm. She could tell he secretly liked the flirtation. Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Dylan, I'm being serious." Jason held a bit of venom to his tone.

"I have work to do." Dylan countered, standing up. She tossed the blanket at his mop of hair, slinking off with her laptop. Had she really just been joking with her flirting?

Yes and no.