Author here...again. Merry holidays! Here's your present. FYI, chapter 2 has been completely revised, so, if you have not read the new chapter 2, please do or some parts of this chapter will not make any sense. Also, this chapter is best read in a dark room, with a blankie and hot cocoa. Okay, not cocoa, you might spill it, and then you'd blame me for telling you to have it. But in all seriousness, things might get a tad bit scary, unless you're stone-cold.

Okay go read.

WAIT, WAIT! I almost forgot! I do not own the Teen Titans. Only my OC. There. You can read now.

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I'm about to close my eyes and drift off to sleep when I hear a knock at the door.

I grab for my mask and put it on in less than half a second. Just in time too, because the intruder opens the door themselves as soon as I have the mask fully in place. I try to see who it is, but there are no lights on in the hallway. Strange. There are always at least one or two emergency lights on in the tower. I jump a bit when the figure starts to move towards my bed. I quietly focus my energy on my hands without looking away. They soon glow blue under the covers. Only a faint blue light glows through the covers, but not enough to brighten the room.

"Whoever's there, you'd better turn around and start walking before I tear you a new one!" I announce to the stranger.

They don't answer. The intruder takes another big, silent step towards my bed.

I start wildly going through observations in my head. Tall. Cyborg? No, this person's skinny. Robin? No. Starfire? No. Raven? No. Beast Boy? No. They seem to be exaggerated, like a cartoon of a man gone wrong. They have long, drooping limbs, and a tall, stretched body. This person's intruding. This person's in my room. They could be dangerous. Weapons? None that I can see. Stance? They seem to be at a relaxed posture. If they aren't here to kill me,

"Then who are you?" I suddenly ask aloud.

My voice seems to echo throughout the tower. It hangs in the air and then fades.

Suddenly, the figure starts running madly towards me, their legs and arms like twigs blowing violently in the wind. I lash out with my bright blue energy, creating a small shock wave.

In that very second, I see the face of the stranger. Staring through my mask. Staring at me.

He's smiling. A big, yellow, dangerous smile. His eyes are wrinkled with happiness, as if he just saw the most amusing thing. His expression is unfading. I stare at him until I see his shrunk pupils move to my shaking hands that still glow blue. He lets out a guttural screech that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I quickly cover my ears and with that, dissipate the only source of light in that big, dark room.

This time I'm the one to let out a scream.

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I wake up covered in a cold sweat. I desperately reach for my mask, but realize that it's already on for some strange reason. I jerk out of my bed when I hear another knock at my door. I bolt over to the large metal door and throw it open.

It's Robin.

Yeah, I know this is short, but it's Christmas here at my house, and everyone's busy, and I had to redo chapter two…so yeah. Also, the best gift for Christmas is a review and favorite! Just kidding, it's a pony.