The figure stepped out of the shadowy grasp of the night's grasp and into the gameroom. It was revealed that she was a teenager, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She gave a shy smile as she held her shoulder, looking slightly embarressed. Nobody really said anything, well, except Freddy...

"Did you make her do that?" Freddy asked in slight anger.

"No, she chose to run you over with her own free will." The girl replied with a smile.

Freddy grumbled a few words before returning to his seat. They all sat down peacefully at the table, some stared at the young girl, while others stared at the hole in the wall, some even grumbled while looking off in the distance, (Only Freddy.)

This time, instead of Tiffany saving the day, Esther spoke up. "My name is Esther, what's your name?" She asked with her charming Russian accent.

"Uh, Carrie." The girl replied with a shy wave towards the group.

Everybody mumbled their own 'hi's' and 'hello's' (except Jason and Micheal, duh.) After Jeepers kindly grabbed another table anddragged it over to their table to connect them, Carrie sat down.

"So, sweetface, what brings you here? You don't look like the kind of 'killer-type'?" Tiffany asked with her usual kind tone.

"I was picked on a lot, I just snapped one day, and well, killed almost everyone at my prom." Carrie answered in a sad and regretting voice.

"Oh, it's okay. Everybody here has done way worse things than that." Tiffany said softly, patting Carrie's back.

After awhile, Tiffany began feeling sleepy and her and the doll walked back to there room, Jeepers was invited to go on a ride around town in Christine and Freddy decided to walk up and down hallways and give nightmares throughout the hotel. Only leaving Micheal, Esther, Jason and Carrie.

Jason switched to a spot closer to Carrie so she wouldn't be alone at the 'end table.' She gave a smile of 'thanks' before asking, "What's your name?"

Jason looked helplessly at Micheal then back at Carrie. Esther smiled before looking up at Carrie and saying, "They don't speak, we are stuck with the muties."

Carrie nodded as Esther shifted don a couple seats to be closer to the couple, Micheal did the same.

"They remind me of my sister, Max. She was practically deaf." Esther explained, not taking her eyes off Micheal's ghostly masked face.

They both looked up at Jason, who was still struggling to say something as simple as his name. Micheal, finally remembered his notepad that he had, slid it towards Jason. Who happily grabbed a free pen and scribbled down letters: Jason

"It's nice to meet you, Jason." Carrie smiled, itquickly faded when she added, "My mom would never let me talk to men. I was never allowed to date either."

Jason quickly scribbled down somethiing down onto the notepad, before sliding it back over to Carrie. It read: My mom was protective too

Carrie nodded, "Very."

Behind the mask, Jason actually chuckled. Carrie's smile grew bigger as she realised the amount of feelings he was revealing.

"I think we should leave them be. They look quite happy together." Eser whispered to Micheal, who nodded his head in agreement.

"Goodnight. It was nice meeting you, Carrie." Esther said politly as her and Micheal waved goodbye and left.

Carrie waved goodbye to the couple and turned back to Jason. The two spoke all night, well, okay, Carrie did, but Jason wrote notes. Carrie turned to Jason with a half smile and spoke softly, "It's getting late. I'm going to my room."

Jason nodded understandingly, but felt depressed at the gracefully got up out of her seat and then raised her right hand, she flicked her wrist and just like that, the door flew open on her command. Jason jumped slightly, but was impressed. She giggled as she winked at him and left.

Jason looked to the floor, a lonley breeze seemed to grow stronger as the seconds passed by with Carrie's absence. Jason only raised his head to the sound of fast footsteps, Carrie raced in the room, kissed the side of Jason's mask then raced back out.

Jason felt the spot she had just kissed and looked at the smudges of lipstick it left on his fingertips.

"Hey, zombieboy!" Called a familar voice.

Jason looked up to see a suspiciously concerned Freddy. He was examining Jason like a science experiment.

"Hey, what's that on your cheek?" Freddy asked, pointing to the pink smudges of pink on Jason's mask.

Jason immediantly raised a hand over the smudges and began trying to scrub the stain off. The lipstick only spreaded across his mask, making it look hot pink.

"Woah, is that lipstick? Is it that Carrie chick, that did that?" Freddy asked with a sly smirk. "She got the hots for you."

Jason stopped trying to scrub away the pink apocalipse that had spreaded over half the mask and looked up at Freddy who was still rambling about Carrie.

"...Like, she is totally into you." Freddy looked up at Jason and chuckled, "She must have low standards, zombieboy."

That was it, Jason grabbed his machete from the table and swung it at Freddy, who managed to flee the room before it hit him. Jason stepped out into the hallway to see Freddy waiting patiantly outside the door for him.

"Use your maggot infested brain and listen to me." Freddy yelled, holding his hands out in front of himself. "All I'm saying is that you have a babe with low standards, and sooner or later someone who is in her legue is going to snatch her from you, so i suggest a makeover. Put new clothes on, maybe a new mask, a new machete, oh, and maybe some cologne."

Jason stood his ground. Would she leave, if a better offer came? Was he good enough? Was she even his? He thought for moment before nodding slowly in thought. He was right, Carrie was a catch, but she was too pretty for other men not to notice her.

"Well, what are ya gonna do, Wormhead?" Freddy asked in annoyance of the silence.

Jason took out his notepad and scribbled an answer...

A/N Hope you enjoyed this chapter! What's Jason's reply? Is he good enough for Carrie? Anyways, love you guys, and review!