Not Really, All He Did Though Was Just Mourning His Mom When I Met Him. I Was Just Helping To Do Make-up

“Not really, all he did though was just mourning his mom when I met him. I was just helping to do make-up on-site for this really cheesy ass slasher film.”

“Emphasis on cheesy because they decided to do the filming on sight knowing he was there. Though the whole losing a loved one happened at a different camp with a completely human killer,” She calmly explained, alluding to Camp Sleepaway.

“Though luckily nobody died there. Maybe cause I helped bury his mom? I don’t know.” This part she shrugged at, still unsure how that was even a miracle.

“I’m not excusing his behavior, really I’m not. but I am keeping in mind that he was in a cycle of violence that began the moment he first died. When he was simply a kid with hydrocephalus and the whole drowning combined with bullying and negligence,” She added. Of course, she was terrified when they first met. Of course, there’s the chance she might get killed. But does knowing what happened to him help understand him a little? Maybe.

“But yeah, I’ll make sure he stays on the narrow. I just don’t really like talking about how I met him. Not out of trauma, but out of annoyance ‘cause way too many people asked. And anytime I do tell it, I always need coffee.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Del.” 

“Sometimes I have to keep in mind that Jason drowned as a kid because of negligence by both the kids and the counselors,” She argued. “Personally, I’d have every right to be angry because my death could’ve been avoided. That and those responsible never faced justice or took responsibility for their actions.”

She took thought of his words though. Even though it was Michael that nearly killed JD, there could be no chances. Even though the fact that she’s still alive is remarkable. Especially considering Del and JD knew Marcus better. Sighing, this was something that needed to be done, even if she didn’t like it.

“But considering you know Marcus better, that’s probably a good idea,” She admits. She then whistles to Jason, then signs to him.

‘Go inside. Leave your weapons in the trunk. Write a note to the person at the front desk saying you can’t talk, and grab something to drink. I’ll come in and get you when we’re done talking. Sound good?”

“...That is gonna need a lot of coffee for that one. But for one thing, he kicked Michael’s ass last night. I’m not dead yet either and we’ve been traveling for a couple months at the very least.”

“He’s probably the only reason we’re still alive considering alive. Maybe roll with that?” She asks. Scratching the back of her head, she’s starting to consider that it may be a little more difficult than it seemed. 

She’s starting to wonder if there’s a correlation between the number of deceased parents and a knack for hunting the unknown. But she brushes that aside to think more of how to deal with this situation, especially now that another of his friends is coming at any second. It may take more time even if they all come up with a plan, so as to apply it better.

Home is any place you feel muchly, dearly, and unconditionally loved.

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