"Michael, Jason, I think that's enough." You sternly interjected, placing both of your hands against their chests while attempting to keep the situation relatively calm. "The two of you are both very clearly hurt and het-up. Don't you guys both think that you're behaving a little bit immature here...?"

"B-uh...B-uh...ut-uh...he...w-uh...as-uh...s-uh...s-uh...oh...s-uh...oh...M-MEA...N-UH...t-uh...to...m-uh...e...!" Jason shouted childishly, furious tears sparkling at the side of his eyes as he clenched his spare hand into a fist and stomped his opposite foot against the dirty ground. [A/N: "B-But he was s-so...so MEAN to me...!"]

Thinking fast, you curled your arms around his body and brought him into a comforting cuddle; calming the Crystal Lake Killer down in the most affectionate way you could think of. "I know, I know." You spoke softly, wanting to soothe the agitated male and see things from his perspective. "Believe me, I understand. But growing upset and throwing a temper tantrum towards him isn't going to change what he said, now is it...?"

"I...I G-UH...ESS...n-uh...ot-uh..." Jason moodily muttered, hugging you back before he averted his sulky gaze. "B-uh...ut-uh...st-uh...ill-uh...M-MYER...S-UH...n-uh...eeds-uh...to...LEA...VE...!" [A/N: "I...I GUESS not..." "But still...MYERS...needs to LEAVE...!"]

Worrying over how Michael would react to Jason's childish whines, you rubbed the hurt male's back and wondered how to reply; wanting to decrease the conflict and keep them both under control. "Easy now, easy now." You reassured Jason delicately, flashing Michael an anxious glance before looking back in Jason's direction. "I can see where you're coming from...Really, I can. Camp Crystal Lake is a really personal place for you, and it's also really dear to you as well. So anytime someone enters without permission, it must get pretty annoying."

"(Y...Y/n)..." The hurt slasher mumbled in surprise, not expecting you to pick up on how he usually felt. "Y-uh...ou...Y-uh...ou...N-uh...ot-uh...iced-uh...Y-Y-uh...eah...I-It-uh...d-uh...oes-uh..." [A/N: "(Y...Y/n)..." "You...You...noticed...Y-Yeah...I-It does..."]

"But even so," You warmly sympathised, moving back and pulling away so you could face Michael and Jason both at the same time. "You don't need to feel so...so threatened right now. Michael didn't intrude with the sole intention of trespassing, or stalk through the woods, purposely trying to damage your property or anything like that."

"B...B-uh...ut-uh...th-uh...en-uh...wh...y-uh...el...se...w-uh...ou...ld-uh...he...br-uh...eak-uh...the...r-uh...les...?" Jason demanded to know curiously, frowning in confusion while he lost a little bit more of his juvenile rage. [A/N: "B...But then...why else would he break the rules...?"]

"Great question." You sarcastically commented, turning your attention towards Michael as you raised your eyebrows and acted slightly petty. "Want to answer that for me, Michael...?"

The white-masked stalker moved one or two steps closer; jotting down his response before showing it to the other killer and glaring. "(Y/ᑎ) ᗷEᖴᖇIEᑎᗪEᗪ TᕼE ᑌᑎᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ ᗩᗪᗰIᖇEᖇᔕ, ᒪEᖴT TᕼE GᖇOᑌᑭ ᗩᖴTEᖇ ᑕᒪᗩᔕᔕEᔕ ᗯEᖇE ᗪOᑎE, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᗩᗪE ᕼEᖇ ᗯᗩY ᕼEᖇE EᑎTIᖇEᒪY ᗷY ᕼEᖇᔕEᒪᖴ." [A/N: "(Y/N) BEFRIENDED THE UNWANTED ADMIRERS, LEFT THE GROUP AFTER CLASSES WERE DONE, AND MADE HER WAY HERE ENTIRELY BY HERSELF."]

"S-SH...E...WH-UH...AT-UH...!?" Jason angrily yelled, regaining his rage almost immediately whilst you internally cursed. "SH...E...M-UH...ADE...HER-UH...W-UH...AY-UH...HERE...B-UH...BY-UH...HER...S-UH...ELF-UH...!?" [A/N: "S-SHE...WHAT...!?" "SHE MADE HER WAY HERE...B...BY HERSELF...!?"]

"It's not that much of a deal." You huffed underneath your breath, feeling more and more embarrassed with every passing second that ticked on by. "You guys are taking this way too far."

"—A-AND-UH...Y-UH...OU G-UH...UYS-UH..Y-UH...OU G-UH...UYS-UH...J-UH...UST-UH...LE...T-UH...HER-UH...!?" The hockey-masked male snapped again; now infuriated by Michael and the others' actions. [A/N: "—AND YOU GUYS...YOU GUYS JUST LET HER...!?"]

"ᑎOT Oᑎ ᑭᑌᖇᑭOᔕE, YOᑌ IᗪIOT. ᗷᒪᗩᗰE TᕼE ᑌᑎᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ ᗩᗪᗰIᖇEᖇᔕ, TᕼᗩT ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ ᑕᒪOᗯᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ. ᑎOT ᗰE." [A/N: "NOT ON PURPOSE, YOU IDIOT. BLAME THE UNWANTED ADMIRERS, THAT STUPID CLOWN AND HANNIBAL. NOT ME."] Michael scribbled back sharply, shoving his reply right into Jason's face and behaving just as pissed-off as he was.

"B-uh...lame...th-uh...em-uh...? Wh...y-uh...?" Jason questioned slowly, puzzled by Michael's unexpected hatred towards the others. "Wh-uh...at-uh...d-uh...id-uh...th-uh...ey-uh...do...?" [A/N: "Blame them...? Why...?" "What did they do...?"]

"They didn't DO anything...!" You firmly bursted out, pushing Michael's notepad down before feeling your temper rise just like earlier. "If you want somebody to blame, then blame Michael and Pennywise for striking up yet another completely-and-utterly useless fight...!"

"B...But-uh...he s-uh...aid-uh...—?" [A/N: "B...But...he said...—?"]
"Of COURSE Michael's NOT going to take the blame...!" You groaned tiredly, placing one palm against your forehead and therefore questioning Jason's innocence. "But you have to realise that ME walking here alone ISN'T as dangerous as he made it out to be. After all, I arrived here JUST fine, didn't I...? DIDN'T I...?"

With another one of his aggravated growls, Jason clenched his right fist and glared at the ground; clearly frustrated by how he couldn't respond, and also by how he couldn't exactly argue. "St-uh...ill..." He grumbled unhappily, avoiding your eyes for a minute or two before looking towards you again. "It...It's-uh...dan...ge...rous-uh...to...w-uh...w-uh...alk-uh...a...alo...ne..." [A/N: "Still..." "It...It's dangerous to w...walk alone..."]

"It's not that unsafe...!" You protested fiercely, becoming annoyed yourself and sighing with exasperation. "All I did was walk through the University's front gates, make the rest of the way here on foot - like usual - and then find Camp Crystal Lake's inconspicuous trail."

"I...In...con-uh...spi...cu...ous-uh...?" Jason echoed with a perplexed frown and another one of his customary head tilts. [A/N: "Inconspicuous...?"]

Of course he wouldn't understand. You quietly realised, your agitation weakening whilst you wondered how to explain in a more...kid-friendly way. "Inconspicuous means...Well, it means "not clearly seeable, or visible"."

"In...con-uh...spi...cu...ous-uh..." He repeated interestedly; his mood swinging from enraged to excited within a heartbeat as he clapped his hands together multiple times. "In...con-uh...spi...cu...ous-uh...! N-uh...ot-uh...clea...r-uh...ly-uh...s-uh...ee...ab-uh...le...! N-uh...ot-uh...clea...r-uh...ly-uh...v-uh...isi...b-uh...le...!" [A/N: "Inconspicuous..." "Inconspicuous...! Not clearly seeable...! Not clearly visible...!"]

"Ahaha, yeah...that's right." You smiled faintly, releasing a light laugh and seeing that Jason had forgotten about said argument almost entirely. "Camp Crystal Lake is extremely well-hidden, so that's why hardly nobody follows me. M'kay...? In the end, I'm completely fine, and—"

"J-uh...-Jas...on-uh...lear-uh...ed-uh...a...new-uh...w-uh...ord-uh...! Cry...st-uh...al...L-uh...ake...is-uh...r-uh...eally-uh...w-uh...ell...-hid...den-uh...! J-uh...-Jas...on-uh...d-uh...oes-uh...a g-uh...ood-uh...j-uh...ob-uh...! J-uh...-Jas...on-uh...c-uh...an-uh...k-uh...eep-uh...a s-uh...se...cre...t-uh...!" [A/N: "J-Jason learned a new word...! Crystal Lake is really well-hidden...! J-Jason does a good job...! J-Jason can keep a secret...!"] The Crystal Lake Killer joyfully cried aloud; currently sounding highly proud and pleased with himself while you muffled a second laugh.

"Mmhm...You sure can..." You agreed sweetly, attempting to soften the previous situation and lower your former levels of anger. However, Michael had other plans, the jealous stalker hating just how much attention you'd given to Jason - and just how much praise you'd given to him too.

So the silent slasher pulled out his kitchen knife once more, shoved the other male away from you maliciously, and then stood directly in front of you; his obsessive mannerisms dancing into play as you quickly became alarmed. "Michael...! Calm down...! There's no need for this...! At least, not right now...!" You frantically freaked out - knowing that deep down, nothing you could say could convince him to stop. Especially since the two loathed each other.

But a minute or two later, Michael tucked his trusty weapon right back into his boiler suit's pocket instead, his notepad's next response causing your eyes to widen with shock. "TᕼIᔕ Iᔕ ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ. ᗯE'ᖇE GOIᑎG ᕼOᗰE. ᖇIGᕼT ᑎOᗯ. ᔕO ᑕOᗰE Oᑎ. ᒪET'ᔕ GO ᗩᒪᖇEᗩᗪY." [A/N: "THIS IS STUPID. WE'RE GOING HOME. RIGHT NOW. SO COME ON. LET'S GO ALREADY."]