Meanwhile, with de boiz.

"I can't believe we're actually here!" Denki smiled.

"I hope I can prove myself!" Deku replied.

"That you're an idiot?" Katsuki snarked. "You're doing a good job with that."

"BAKUGOU, DO NOT BE INSULTING TO YOUR CLASSMATE! THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT!" Tenya scolded while chopping the air violently.

"Shut it, Glasses."

"Guys, I hear this camp's haunted," Eijiro spoke up.

"Haunted? What do you mean haunted~?" Yuga trembled.

"Like, there's an ancient ghost named Lady GooGoo who haunts it and wanders through the camp at moonlight, wringing her hands and wailing."

"Shut up, Rockhead. Sleep outside and ask her out for all I care!" Katsuki snarked.

"It's true, man! She'll haunt you if you don't take her seriously. Like, she probably knows you doubt her existence right about now."

"Like Santa Clause?" Tenya added.

"Shut up! You don't even know what you're talking about!" Eijiro shot back.

Katsuki scoffed, "What a pile of trash."

"But dude bro! She'll haunt you if you keep talkin' like that. She steals Quirks too! Not to mention your souls."

"So, she's a Dementor?"

"Shut up! That's fiction! This be real!"

Katsuki shrugged and unzipped his duffle bag full of (unbagged) Flamin' Hot Cheetos and hid them underneath his cot.

"ABSOLUTELY NO SNACKS IN THE ROOM!" Tenya objected.

"These is man food. Not 'snacks'."

While the guys were arguing, Yuga couldn't help but obsess about this banshee babe bobbing around the bushes. However, he had a plan. . . .

Meanwhile, I was bored out of my mind while making origami of All Might (which Ragdoll demanded for us to do as a "craft").

Ragdoll cheered, "Alright, girls! Next, we'll play 'Confessions'."

"What's 'Confessions'?" Mina bubbled, interested.

"It's where you confess your deepest, darkest secrets to everyone. Sounds fun, right~!?"

"Yeah, loads," Jirou scoffed.

"Everyone takes a card that I made myself based on everything I'm nosy about and the card-getter confesses to whatever the card asks you. Simple, right?" Ragdoll beamed.

"Yeah. . ." I cringed.

"I love that idea!" Mina smiled.

"What's the penalty for lying?" Tsuyu asked.

"Loser gets to play the Banshee Babe at 3:00 AM in front of the boys' cabin!" Ragdoll explained.

"What's that?" I scowled.

"Ever since we started this camp, the girls made up this legend called the 'Banshee Babe'. Some even call her 'Lady GooGoo'. It basically wanders the campus at midnight and wails while threatening to capture souls and Quirks. To this day, no male Pro Hero even realizes it's a prank."

"OMG, that's so hilarious!" Mina laughed.

"Sounds funny," Tsuyu giggled.

"But what if one of the guys discovers the Banshee Babe is one of us?" Jirou wondered.

"Well, hasn't happened yet—so, I think we're good."

I nervously twirled my hair. So, the game of confessing our crimes began. I felt like I was in the Hunger Games. We all gathered in a circle and sat down. Ragdoll did eenie-meenie-miney-moe and the first one to go was Tsuyu.

"Alright, Tsuyu. Pick a card!"

Tsuyu pulled one up and read, "Confess your Crush." After thinking about it, she answered, "Gee, well, Kermit's a hunk."

"Heehee," Ragdoll awkwardly went. "Well, that was interesting. Next is, uh, Ochako!"

Ochako got her card and said, "Confess your Quirk Blunders. Well, whenever I use my Quirk too long. . .I get nauseous. And one time, I accidentally—"

"Alright, ladies," Ragdoll quickly interrupted. "Next card! Jirou, your turn."

Jirou took a card and monotoned, "Confess who's the Cutest Cutie." She then looked up. "Is this for real?"

"Oh, yes, it's very real," Mina nodded approvingly.

"Eh, well, Denki's kinda cute. . .I guess."

I nearly felt my yandere mode activate, but I remained somewhat sane. Mina was clearly taking notes in her pinky, fluffy diary.

So, I gulped, casually waiting for my turn.

"Okay, girls. Next is Momo!"

Momo reached for a card and cooed, "Confess to your Cringiest Moment. Well, there was this time when. . .I had a wardrobe malfunction."

"Alrighty then! Moving on!" Ragdoll tweeted. "Mina, you go."

Mina plucked a card up and sing-songed, "Confess your Creepiest Memory! Well, there was this one time I was in the girls' bathroom and Mineta drilled a hole, but I shot acid through it and he went to the recovery room."

"Wow. That's downright illegal," Jirou groaned.

Ragdoll giggled then turned to Toru. "Your turn."

Toru snatched a card and read, "Confess your Coolest Cosmo Day. EVERYDAH I LOOK BOOTIFUL, BUT FIGHTIN' AGAINST DEM BOYS RUINS MAH MACUP!"

"Uhhhh, okay. . ."

Finally, it boiled down to me. Ragdoll called my name. I breathed a sigh of relief because these questions weren't too invasive. So, I grabbed the last card and read, "Confess your Kissing Chronology."

All the girls oohed. I went red with embarrassment. Was this rigged or something!? Playing it cool, I asked, "So. . .what exactly does this mean?"

"It means spill it, girl! How many boys have you kissed and in what order?" Mina grilled.

"Uhh—I, uh. . ."

The problem was—I didn't have a clue. I couldn't remember how many boys I kissed or even WHO! It's not like I had my diary with me!!! Mr. Aizawa probably burned it when he found out I possessed such a thing. . . .

So, I gave up and responded, "I don't know. I can't even remember!"

Ragdoll shot me a smug grin and said, "Looks like we know who our new Banshee Babe is~"

I screamed inside, regretting ever coming to this school.

As evening approached, the girls kidnapped me and took me to the counselor cabin to dress me up in the legendary Banshee dress. Ragdoll was doing my makeup, Mandalay was teasing my hair into knots, and Pixie Bob was beating the dust out of the ancient wedding dress that looked like something Frankenstein's Bride would wear.

"This is gross!" I protested. "And it stinks like mothballs and peppermint!"

Ragdoll giggled and started to cake my face with baby powder. "Pish posh! It's a traditional. Fifty girls have worn this dress before you! Nana Shimura was the first one to wear it."

Mandalay then pulled out an ancient tome which I was to add my name. "Sign your name and confess your crime."

"WHAT!?!?" I freaked.

"You have to write down the reason why you were the chosen banshee for this year."

I looked at the list of fifty other poor souls who had signed before me and noticed that they all had the same "crime".

"All of these were stumped by the same question!" I pointed out. "This is rigged!"

"Nonsense, dearie. That's just a coincidence," Pixie Bob giggled. "Anyway, you're almost ready."

I read Nana Shimura's "confession" and it stated 'I, Nana Shimura, confess that I can't remember how many boys I've kissed'.
And I swear, I saw the word 'help' scribbled in the corner. I couldn't recognize most of the names, but I swear, I saw 'Mitsuki' with her maiden name written in the list somewhere.

"Alright, time to put on the dress!" Pixie Bob told me.

I forced myself into this balloon dress that was "one size fits all". After what seemed like an hour, I was dressed up as the Banshee Babe—Lady GooGoo. Gosh, I hated my life.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" I asked, fearing to know.

"Just go outside and make banshee sounds through this toilet paper roll," Mandaly told me, handing me the roll.

Pixie Bob said, "And scratch this metal board with a fork."

"WHAT!?" I gasped.

"We'll give you earplugs, of course."

"Then what?" I groaned.

"Call the names of the boys you've kissed as if you were stealing their souls. Just freak 'em out! And if it seems like they're running toward the door, just run away before they see you."

I cringed, knowing this would be a total disaster.

Meanwhile, back to the boys~

Yuga couldn't sleep even though it was already 3:00 AM. So, he got up from his futon and shined his flashlight out the window. He didn't see anything, but he heard what he thought was a wailing. So, he darted to wake up all the guys.

"Boys! Boys!" he cried. "Lady GooGoo is crying for our souls!"

"Probably a trash panda, now shut up," Katsuki spat before leaning back on his futon.

"Woooooohhh~" was heard off in the distance. "Ssssshhoutooo, Katsssssukkiiii, Haaaaaantttaaaaaa~"

"Did you hear that!?" Yuga cried. "It's calling our names!"

Katsuki, who was half-asleep rose up slowly and asked, "Hello?"

"Eeeeeeijiiiiroooooo, Dennnnkiiiiii, Deeeeeekuuuuuuu, Tennnnyaaaaaaa~"

Yuga started to panic. "The apparition has called all of our names except mine! What does it mean!? Is the lost soul moi!?"

"Katssssssukkiiii—OOF."

"I saw a glimpse of ivory fall in the distance!" Yuga continued fretting.

"I wasn't called either, y'know. . ." Mineta frowned.

Eijiro shot up from his futon, "IT'S LADY GOOGOO, Y'ALL."

"Can it, Rockhead, I'm tryna sleep," Katsuki muttered while putting a Hot Cheeto in his mouth.

The names were repeated and this time, all of the guys heard it.

"You know, if it's really a ghost—I could just shoot my fire at it and it'll fade away," Shouto commented.

"You obviously haven't seen Ghostbusters," said Hanta, who raised up a vacuum cleaner that just randomly happened to be in the closet.

"Well, I ain't a baby like you nerds, so, I'm checkin' it out," Katsuki remarked, storming out the cabin.

"Wait, monsieur! Wait!"

"What, disco boy?" Katsuki snarled.

"'Tis dangerous to go alone. Take this!" Yuga handed him a dust buster.

"Obviously, the dust got to your brain," he spat, throwing it aside.

Meanwhile, I had just tripped over one of Eijiro's Crocs randomly left out in the yard. So, I got up, readjusted my weave, and wiped the mud off my dress (which was already caked with fifty years of junk).

Suddenly, I noticed someone storming out of the cabin with spiky hair that cast a silhouette in front of the open door.

Oh, no. It's Katsuki.

So, I threw my high heels off and made a run for the sake of my life, but before I could escape, Katsuki yelled, "SHOW YOURSELF, BANJO BABE!!!"

I slipped in a mud puddle and landed on my face, ruining my makeup which wasn't that good in the first place. When I turned around to try to get up, I saw Katsuki towering over me.

"Uh, hey," I squirmed.

"(Y/N), what did they do to your beautiful face which was carved by the Greek gods?"

"They forced me to do it!" I sobbed like I was on an episode of American Idol. "They wanted me to dress like some so-called Banshee Babe and prank you guys!"

He lifted me up in his stronk arms and I cried into his shirt, getting mud and makeup all over his black tank top. This was by far, the most HUMILIATING and TRAUMATIZING moment of my ENTIRE LIFE!!!!

"It's okay now, (Y/N). I offer you my protection from those furries," his voice caressed my ears like velvet.

I just blushed an extreme shade of red. So, he brought me into the boys' cabin and they all gasped, horrified.

"(Y/N)~!! What has the Banshee done to you!?" Yuga wailed.

"It's a sham, y'all," Katsuki explained. "Ain't no thing as a banshee."

I sat down on a beanie bag and started crying dramatically (even more than I already was).

"They—They made m-me dress like—like some hobo!!" I sobbed.

"Who did?" Hanta worried.

"The—"

Before I could finish, Fumikage ominously interrupted, "The Furries."

". . .So, basically, they made you participate in an illegal hazing initiation," Tenya specified.

Deku was sitting beside me, patting my shoulder. "It'll be okay, (Y/N)."

So, I blew my nose in his shirt. He screeched inside.

Shouto combed his fingers through my hair and some of the Banshee Babe weave flew to China. "(Y/N), are you alright?"

I shakily nodded.

"Guys, they wanted to defile our delicate, angelic sakura blossom by tainting her with their evil spells!" Denki accused. "They shall not pass with their foolish shenanigans! Who's with me to defend the honor of our beautiful angel (Y/N)!?"

All the guys stood up and chanted, "HUH!!!" Like they were in a football huddle.

Before I could stop them, the guys had grabbed shaving cream, cheese whiz, syrup, and peanut butter. They left me alone but before they left, Deku handed me a Pillow Pet of All Might and Yuga gave me pink t-shirt and sweatpants and full access to his beauty products. What were they up to?

"You can wash up here while we're out, and feel free to use plenty of moisturizer. But no worries, a mudbath does wonders for the skin!" Yuga chirped.

Hanta told me, "Yeah, you can even have our cabin. We're all sleepin' outside in a circle around the cabin tonight under the stars to guard you from those foolish furries."

Katsuki even said, "You can have my Hot Cheetos. They're under my futon."

I smiled because this was normal. "Thanks, guys! You're the best!!"

"Feel free to lock the door too so you'll feel safer," Shouto told me. "From Mineta."

"Just to be on the safe side. I'll tape the windows shut," Hanta added.

"And I'll freeze the lock on the outside," Shouto offered. "For double protection."

I fawned, "That won't be necessary. But thank you!"

"Okay, then," Katsuki said. "We'll just hogtie Mineta."

"I'M TRUSTWORTHY THOUGH!!!" he wheezed as Shouto stepped on him.

"Shut up, Grape," Shouto hissed as a scary shadow loomed over his face.

So, I left them to whatever and cleaned myself up. I then plopped on the beanie bag and dreamt about Shrek and Shaggy duking it out. But hopefully, the boys wouldn't do anything too extreme. . . .

~~~

help my mind is gone