Michael Myers:
You let him embrace you, your tear-filled eyes sparkling with tired confusion. He just killed your best friend, her parents and Dr. Loomis. How the hell were you meant to escape from him? What did he even want from you?

At least he didn't want to kill you. By the sounds of it, he just wanted to keep you close to him and this creepy house; like some sick stalker. His touch was oddly calming, his hands gentle as he stroked your back in a comforting manner.

"I...I'm tired. I want to sleep. Please." You made up an excuse so you could regain your shaken composure, wishing he would leave you alone for a bit. There was no way you could escape - this guy was like a fucking god.

Michael had taken several bullets to the body without even breaking a sweat, he killed several people and he didn't seem the least bit out of breath. Who on Earth were you dealing with here?

You jolted in shock when he scooped you up bridal-style, giving a soft nod before carrying you out of the desolate basement. Perhaps you could-...no, your body was in no form to escape right now. You needed rest and if he wasn't going to harm you, you could use that to your advantage.

He moved you into an upstairs bedroom, the room clearly belonging to a female. Probably this "Judith's" room, Laurie's-Cynthia's older sister. This whole tale was so intricate and confusing - it's like you never knew Laurie at all. Why had her older, murdering brother spared you? That was the question that kept buzzing around in your brain.

Michael set you on the slightly-dusty bed and your eyes immediately fluttered shut; too exhausted to even thank the killer for the kind gesture. Your dreams were full of the previous garish horror, causing you to get a horrible night's sleep.

When you awoke, he was standing up a few metres away...just watching you sleep. With a sharp gasp you jumped and accidentally fell off the bed from the other side, actually scared by the creepiness. You gripped the edge of the bed with two hands and peeped above, Michael still standing there. Watching. Stalking.

"Have you been watching me...sleep?"

A tiny nod confirmed this disturbing accusation.

"All night?"

Another small nod of the head was given to say yes.

"W-Why?! That is the creepiest thing a guy's ever done to me! Oh my god!" You freaked out, your fear trickling away as anger took hold.

"What is wrong with you?! First you kidnap me and now you watch me sleep? You're just a psychotic creep!" You started to rage and went as far as to try and leave the room.

You tugged at the door but it didn't matter; it was locked up right. It wouldn't budge in the slightest. Panicking, you even slammed your body against it - your attempts unsuccessful.

"Wh-What the hell...?" You stuttered defiantly, and froze when you felt two strong hands wrap around your waist.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you let me leave?" You whispered in horror; not understanding why he kept trapping you.

Michael left to go fetch the notepad and biro before communicating with you again. And so began the strange contact with Michael Myers.

I'ᗰ KEEᑭIᑎG YOᑌ ᔕᗩᖴE. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE, TᖇᑌᔕT ᗰE. [A/N "I'm keeping you safe. Please, trust me."]

"Safe from what-?" You calmed down a little from confused curiosity and he scribbled out another message as fast as he could.

ᔕᗩᖴE ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼE ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ. YOᑌ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᔕTᗩY ᕼEᖇE. ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ. ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ TᖇY TO EᔕᑕᗩᑭE. [A/N "Safe from the world. You will stay here. Forever. Don't even try to escape."]

The world? This creep made less and less sense; but the threat at the end just made your face grow pale. Don't even try to escape. Why on Earth would you stay?

"I just want to go home. I-I want to see my brother. I want to see Miles. I-I miss him." You tried your best to change his mind - almost begging at this point.

YOᑌ ᗰEᗩᑎ TᕼE ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ ᗯᕼO ᔕᑭEᑎᗪᔕ ᗩᒪᒪ YOᑌᖇ ᗰOᑎEY Oᑎ ᗪᖇᑌGᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᒪᑕOᕼOᒪ? TᕼE OᑎE ᗯᕼO ᑎEGᒪEᑕTᔕ YOᑌ ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇEᖴᑌᔕEᔕ TO ᔕᑭEᑎᗪ TIᗰE ᗯITᕼ
YOᑌ? ᕼE'ᔕ ᗩ ᗯOᖇTᕼᒪEᔕᔕ ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ, YOᑌ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗪEᖴIᑎITEᒪY ᑎOT ᗷE ᔕEEIᑎG ᕼIᗰ ᗩGᗩIᑎ. [A/N "You mean the brother who spends all your money on drugs and alcohol? The one who neglects you and refuses to spend time with you? He's a worthless brother, you will definitely not be seeing him again."]

"It...It doesn't matter how he treats me. He's family. He doesn't have anyone else because dad works abroad and my mother is dead. I'm all he has." You continued pleadingly.

I OᑌGᕼT TO KIᒪᒪ YOᑌᖇ ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ Oᑎ TᕼE ᔕᑭOT. TᕼE ᗰOᗰEᑎT I ᒪET YOᑌ ᔕEE ᕼIᗰ Iᔕ TᕼE ᗰOᗰEᑎT I ᗯIᒪᒪ KIᒪᒪ ᕼIᗰ. YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᔕEEIᑎG ᕼIᗰ ᗩGᗩIᑎ. [A/N "I ought to kill your brother on the spot. The moment I let you see him is the moment I will kill him. You are never seeing him again."]

"He's my brother. I have a right to see him. Stop being a control freak, I don't even know you-!" You went to scold him but he slammed his knife into the door; an inch from your head.

Your eyes widened as you stared him down, his dark eyes radiating icy anger. His white mask was daunting but this was a test to see which of you would back down first. And you weren't going to lose. Minutes ticked past before you sighed; keeping your dignity as you tried to compromise.

"At least let me lie to him and make up an excuse about where I am. Give me that. Come on." You begged brokenly, looking away in shame.

YOᑌ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᔕEᑎᗪ ᕼIᗰ ᗩ ᒪETTEᖇ. TᕼᗩT'ᔕ IT. I'ᒪᒪ KEEᑭ ᕼIᗰ ᗩᒪIᐯE, ᗷᑌT OᑎᒪY ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE ᕼE'ᔕ ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᖇEᒪᗩTEᗪ. ᑕᗩᑎ ᗯE ᗰOᐯE ᑭᗩᔕT TᕼIᔕ ᑎOᗯ? [A/N "You will send him a letter. That's it. I'll keep him alive, but only because he's blood related. Can we move past this now?"]

"Yes. Thank you." Your eyes filled with tears and you wiped them roughly with your arm, staining your sleeve.

Michael - still seeing some tears - cupped your cheek with one hand and with his other, brushed the remaining tears away with his thumb. This tender action surprised you but you didn't say anything; still suspicious of him. Then your stomach rumbled and you looked down in irritated embarrassment.

"Can I...have something to eat?" You quietly questioned, feeling hunger pains arise from below.

He nodded, unlocking the door and ghosting his way down the stairs. You could try to escape now, but he'd just catch up to you. He was unstoppable. You were smart. With a defeated sigh you sat back on the bed; wishing you were free. You felt like a beautiful bird locked in a confining cage. You were trapped. And it felt miserable.

Michael returned ten minutes later, with a hot flask and a bacon sandwich - obviously taken from someone else. It was scary knowing that he'd most likely murdered someone for this. Taking the food from him, you muttered a soft thank you and scarfed down the sandwich, occasionally drinking the hot drink - which turned out to be hot cocoa.

"So what am I meant to do? Just sit around here for all eternity? Can I not go anywhere?" You hated the idea of being stuck in one place; not to mention there was no wifi, no running water or electricity.

Michael shook his head and you felt a surge of anger - but you forced yourself to keep a level head. If you were going to get through to him, you had to stay calm. You had to be sweet.

"How am I meant to stay here? There's no electricity, no fresh water, nothing that can keep a mortal like me alive. You seem to be immortal, so maybe this doesn't bother you." You started patiently, as you brushed some dust off of you.

"-But to someone like me, this will make me uncomfortable. However, if I were at my house, I could clean and be warm and be happy..." You could see it kind-of working, Michael looking down whilst he thought about it.

"I won't try to run from you there. I won't go to the police or take any risks that might stop you from seeing me. You can visit me anytime - daily if you so wish - and I won't turn you away. That's what you want really, isn't it Michael? You're tired of being alone." You softly pressed, and felt a guilty kick in the gut when he turned away - almost sulkily.

Why did you feel guilty? This guy was a psychotic serial killer! Even so, you reached out and touched his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Listen, I can't stay trapped in this house. Maybe it's safe from the world, and maybe you want to keep me as some kind of toy, but I want my freedom. So please, please, don't do this to me." You spoke from the heart, tears sparkling in your heart-broken eyes.

Michael turned around, stared at you for a few seconds and then snatched up his notepad; his pen scratching the paper as he roughly wrote.

ᗷᖇEᗩK TᕼᗩT ᗩGᖇEEᗰEᑎT ᗩᑎᗪ I'ᒪᒪ KIᒪᒪ ᗰIᒪEᔕ [A/N "Break that agreement and I'll kill Miles."]

"Okay, okay! Jeez, you don't have to threaten me. Thank you...for letting me go home." You scowled and then grew sincere, your voice softening up.

"I'm going to go now." You cautiously announced, getting up off the bed.

Michael watched you with serious eyes, tagging along behind you as you went down the creaky stairs. Wind blew through the cracks in the window and dust covered everything; good thing you didn't agree to stay here. You crossed the street and was relieved to see no police around your home - they were around Laurie's.

"Miles? Miles!" You gasped when you saw him on the kitchen floor, a knife in his grasp and blood trickling down his arms. Shit, shit, shit.

You hurried up and tended to his wounds; cleaning out the injuries, wrapping gauze and bandages around his wrists, and finally stopping the blood flow. With one arm around his waist, you struggled to get him up - worried sick about his condition.

Michael materialised into the kitchen and easily lifted him up, slinging him over his shoulder in a rough fireman's lift. Your mouth gaped open yet you didn't say anything; too stunned to even thank him. The silent stalker carried him upstairs and dumped him onto his bed before turning to you, waiting for you to say something.

"T-Thank you. Why would he do this to himself? Why would he try to slit his wrists so suddenly? He was willing to leave me behind." You let out a distressed sob and actually welcomed the hug Michael gave you. He took his notepad and pen out of his boiler suit's pocket, wanting to reply.

ᑎOT ᗯIᒪᒪIᑎG. ᕼE TᕼOᑌGᕼT YOᑌ ᒪEᖴT. I'ᗰ ᔕOᖇᖇY. [A/N "Not willing. He thought you left. I'm sorry."]

"So this was...my fault...?" You whispered in shock, clutching your hair in complete horror.

Michael shook his head sternly. ᑎO. ᗰE. [A/N "No. Me."] He even circled the ME part several times to indicate that it was his fault. You were numb, worried sick about your brother.

Luckily, he woke up an hour later - Michael leaving the scene - and you explained that you didn't leave. Both of you cried a little, hugged each other like a sibling should and then you promised not to vanish like you did; as long as he didn't try to suicide again.

Even though Michael had killed a bunch of people close to you, you still found it admirable that he helped you. It was fortunate that he left Miles alive - despite not wanting to. But he did it...for you.

Jason Voorhees:
You woke up to see that you were still chained to the wall, your wrist slightly bleeding at this point. You were cold, cramped and uncomfortable; making tears flow down your cheeks as you were in turmoil.

Jason returned to the underground lair, confused as to why you were so upset. He kept you safe and sound, away from those terrible traitors. What did he do that was so wrong?

"What...wrong...?" He croaked out curiously, bending down to your level.

"My wrist...it really hurts. And I'm cold. And I'm scared. I want to go home~!" You wept in distress, sniffling a little whilst you tried to keep yourself together.

Jason shook his head at the mention of your home, not wanting you to leave. You were his mate, his one-and-only - he couldn't let you leave! He turned to his mother for advice hopelessly, pining for the affection you showed Bugzy.

You can move her now sweetie, it's safe now. Take her to one of the cabins and care for her. She needs you to comfort her.

With a silent nod he unlocked your shackles and tried to pick you up, but you wriggled away; frantically shaking your head. You were in pain and paranoid at the same time - terrified of everything by this point.

You just wanted out.

The masked killer reached for your wrist - presumably to check it over - but you jerked it away from him, wildly protective as you held it with your other hand.

"No, no, no! You'll just hurt me more! You're a legendary serial killer! I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home!" You cried out in alarm; curling into a ball and growing hysterical.

"I don't...want to...hurt...y-y...you..." Jason spoke in a gravelly voice, unused to speaking that much. He was desperately trying to calm you down - to get you to trust him.

You didn't respond, only sobbing as the stressful sadness engulfed you. You wanted to see your mother, your family - you wanted someone to make you feel safe again.

Jason was hurt by your misery, roughly grabbing you as he decided this wasn't a good place for you anymore. His underground lair only made you cry. So he'd take you someplace else; someplace you can be happy.

You kept shedding more and more tears, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But alas, he was too strong - carrying you towards the cabin closest to the lake with the utmost of determination. Once he entered it, he went into the bedroom and set you down delicately; closely watching your reaction.

You gripped the bed sheets whilst wriggling away from him, taking shaky breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. You weren't in imminent danger. Your wrist could be healed. Everything would be alright.

Jason went and fetched a medkit, sitting on the bed next to you as he opened it up, giving you a serious gaze. He just wanted to help - why were you still afraid of him? His frustration came out as a growl and that made you cower away; the strange snarl not making you any happier.

"I...'m...sorry." Jason tried to rectify his mistake gruffly, gritting his teeth. Interacting with another being was hard - he never really had practise with this.

"I-It's okay." You stuttered and stopped shielding your wrist hesitantly; hoping he'd help after all.

He was relieved to see you give in and so he cleaned your wrist with antiseptic, before wrapping it with gauze and then bandages. His rough fingers were nimble and swift for once as he worked, skimming over your skin softly.

"T-Thank you J-Jason..." You thanked shyly, your cheeks pink whilst your gratitude showed.

Jason only nodded, but secretly he was beaming with pride. You'd thanked him. He felt actual warmth; his heart beating faster as he studied your pale face. You had a ghost of a smile on your plump lips, but it wasn't a proper smile. Why? You weren't as afraid, so why wasn't he getting a real smile? He needed to do something.

He held up one finger - signalling you to wait - and then walked off, wanting to bring you some food. Jason searched the cabins, finding different type of foods and drink before returning to your new room - holding a sports bag.

Curious, you opened it up and saw several sorts of food; sandwiches, sugary treats, slightly bruised fruit, soda, bottles of water and some crackers. He'd brought you supplies. You were pretty famished. After giving a gentle thank you, you ate a sandwich and a couple of crackers; the food calming you down considerably.

"So um...what now?" You were feeling awkward - not used to being alone with y'know, a serial killer.

He shrugged, not used to being alone with another human after all this time. His mother was telling him to entertain you; to keep you distracted from your imprisonment so he could win you over and get you to stay here for good.

"Do...you...D-Do...you..." Jason was very easily angered by his lack of English skills, the frustration flowing back as he tried his hardest.

"Do I...?" You uncertainly repeated, and saw the amount of effort he was putting in.

"Do you...w-w...want...to..." He was struggling, but for some reason it made you feel bad for him.

You gave him a comforting smile, holding one of his giant paws with both of your hands; caressing it gently. Try as you might, you couldn't hate him for being the way he was. For god's sake, he'd been drowned as a child and then he watched his mother get beheaded - that would turn anyone crazy.

"Maybe you could show me? Then we don't have to waste time on silly words." You nervously said.

Jason nodded happily, thankful he didn't have to force words out. It was so difficult, and he was about to burst from the frustration. Luckily, he had you. With a grin underneath his mask, he seized your not-hurting wrist and pulled you off the bed; tugging you towards the door with excitement.

"W-Where are we going?" You stammered in surprise, letting the hockey-masked killer drag you off someplace.

Minutes slipped by and you were beginning to grow tired - just how far away was this mysterious location? Your question was answered a few seconds later, Jason slowing down near the edge of the lake.

The lake was twinkling with glitters of light, the translucent moonlight shining across the darkened water whilst the wind made it ripple with tiny waves. The night sky shimmered with thousands of stars; only adding to the stunning sight ahead of you. This was absolutely amazing.

"I see why they call it Crystal Lake. It's intensely beautiful. Thank you for showing me this Jason." You admired the dazzling view in front of you, forgetting about the tragic evening for a minute or two.

"You...'re...w-w...welcome..." Jason replied quietly, his tone a low rumble as he respected the lake with you.

"I heard what happened to you. Back at the campfire. I'm sorry." You started regretfully, and he shrugged.

"N...Not...your...fa...ult..." He seemed confused as to why you apologised, seeing as you weren't even there when he drowned.

"I know. I meant I'm sorry to hear that. It must've been dreadful to drown and then see your mother pass away right in front of you." You murmured sorrowfully.

Jason gave a gentle nod, silently agreeing with you. That was why he took revenge; he takes out all of the counsellors so they can never create the risk of endangering an innocent person. He protects this peaceful land of Crystal Lake, forevermore. For all eternity.

"Do you stay alone? I mean, I can't see a legendary killer keep people around but..." You probed gently; not wanting to push him.

He nodded again, but this nod seemed unhappy - more wistful than the last one. Probably no one likes to be alone for a long period of time.

"So you've been lonely this whole time... preserving Crystal Lake and taking out trespassers... all by yourself...?" You pressed in concern, connecting the dots and feeling bad for him.

Jason may be a killer, but he only killed to protect the lake and to make sure the mistake that happened to him never happened again. To you, that was pretty admirable.

"Mind if we go back to the cabin? I'm exhausted, and I could use the rest." You questioned timidly.

The burly male gave yet another nod; his hand curling around your non-hurting wrist as he wanted to hold hands together. You two walked back to the cabin in silence - you still not believing that a powerful slasher such as Jason had spared your life. Well, that and keeping you on a leash like a loyal puppy. You didn't like the lack of freedom but it was this or death.

Not much of an option.

Freddy Krueger:
"(Y/n), (Y/n)! Wake up!" A familiar voice called, causing you to jolt awake. Sara.

"Sara...? What time is it...?" You mumbled and rolled over to face your little sister.

"It's seven. We need to go to school, Brit's already gone for an early photo shoot. C'mon, c'mon!" She shook you one more time before skipping off, softly singing down the hall.

What...just...happened...?

Everything was...normal.

You got dressed in a short, burgundy dress and slipped on a cream-coloured, one-shoulder sweater over it. Then you put on some white heels and walked downstairs yourself, stifling a yawn.

"What day is it? What month? What's going on?" You were kind of defensive, not remembering anything.

"It's Friday - 28th of July. Did you get amnesia whilst sleeping or something?" Sara giggled.

"Did Brittany stop having nightmares?" You were determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Brittany never had nightmares, or not any that I knew of. Boy, you sure do look pale sis - maybe you shouldn't go to school today. Hey, that means I don't have to either! Woohoo!" She cheered happily as she stood up.

"Oh no, you're still going to school missy. Eat your breakfast and then we're going." You sternly stated, and Sara just groaned.

After a quick breakfast of jam toast you dropped Sara off at Springwood Elementary, hurrying to Springwood High School yourself shortly after. You walked towards your locker, seeing the usual school bullies approach you. Oh no.

"Hey (Y/n), how's it going girl?" Cindy - the Queen of Bitches - greeted cheerily, holding her books with one hand.

"U-Uh, me-?" You were so surprised you almost dropped your bag; not understanding.

These three girls hated you. They'd always tease you before class. And now they were all buddy-buddy with you...? This wasn't making sense.

"Well we didn't ask some other (Y/n)." Joyce joined in with a smirk, flipping her red curls back.

"Are you like, okay? You're hella zoning out, girl!" Diana added as she snapped her fingers, looking low-key concerned.

"I'm...fine. I'm sorry, I guess I haven't woken up yet." You excused your seemingly-weird behaviour to your "supposed" friends.

"We have History class first - I think we're watching a movie or something like that. So let's move it!" Diana drummed her fingers against her folder whilst she waited impatiently for you.

"You guys go. I'll...catch up." You quietly planned, turning to open your locker.

"Take care, xoxo." Cindy gave you two air kisses on either cheek and then sauntered off, chattering at the top of her voice to Diana and Joyce.

Something didn't feel right. Nervous butterflies were buzzing around in your stomach, a sour feeling filling your body. You were very on edge, that was for sure. You had to stay alert; you had to stay smart.

"Hey (Y/n)." A new voice sounded and after taking your books out, you saw the soccer team's quarterback; Kyle Richards. He was the school's hottie, immensely popular with the girls and a nemesis of the teachers - a real bad boy.

You'd always sort of had a crush on him, but sadly he'd never noticed you. Until now. Why now? What was this about?

"Hi Kyle, do you need something?" You wondered, taking your books out and shutting the locker.

"I don't need anything. I just wanted to see how you were." He was acting friendly, running a hand through his blonde mop of hair as he talked to you.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." You politely replied.

"So hey, I was walking past the jewellery shop yesterday and I saw something that I knew would look good on you. Here." Kyle passed you a velvet box and with a curious expression you opened it; seeing a golden necklace with a ruby heart in the centre.

"Kyle, this is so sweet." Your mouth was gaped open, the glittering jewellery attracting your attention.

"Let me put it on. It only adds to your beauty, trust me." He chuckled as he took the necklace and pinned it around your neck.

"Thank you. Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you didn't really single me out before." You asked shyly, ignoring the bell for class.

"Well I've always sort of had a crush on you, but I guess I was too chicken to actually talk to you. Silly, huh?" Kyle grew flustered - awkwardly grinning.

"Aww, I had no idea. I thought you liked Joyce - y'know, because you always hang around her. But it's cute to know you like me." You blushed a little, smiling back.

"How about we go on a date after school? Sound like fun?" He offered sweetly.

"Hell yeah! I'm up for it." You agreed at once, overjoyed.

"Well we should get to class, see you later hot stuff." Kyle waved goodbye, winked and then jogged onwards to his class; leaving you alone.

Once you were alone you literally jumped for joy, giving out small squeaks of excitement.

"He likes me, he likes me, he likes me!" You squealed in delight, jumping up and down on the spot.

"(Y/n)." A female's voice softly called your name, making you turn and see a nun standing a few metres away.

"Who are you? Why are you here, Sister?" You curiously quizzed.

"I'm here to save your soul from the demon." She told you quietly, taking a step closer to you.

"My soul? The demon? I'm at school, y'know, in real life?" You said in amusement and stretched contentedly.

"You're not in the real world. Things are not as they seem; you are in fact, dreaming. Be careful - do not get attached to this place. Free yourself from this false dimension." The nun advised - concerned for your safety.

"I'm...dreaming...?" You were crestfallen; disappointed but realising the truth.

Brittany had been having nightmares previously, the bullies wouldn't be so nice to you, and Kyle...Kyle would never notice you. Suddenly it dawned on you - this was a demon's work.

You remembered how Freddy had overdosed you with sleeping drugs, how he'd trapped you in a coma for an extremely long time and how he was making sure you'd stay here. This must be his way of keeping you distracted; keeping you occupied so you wouldn't think about it.

In a twisted kind of way, it was sweet of him to create such a perfect world for you - giving you everything you've ever wanted and letting you live that way. But you wanted to get back to the real Sara and Brit, the real Springwood High, and the real life you had.

"Take my hand and God shall guide thee away from thou foul demon's grasp." The nun held out her hand, a kind look plastered across her features as she waited for you to make a decision.

"Like that's going to fucking happen." You whirled around to see Freddy standing behind you, a pissed look on his face.

"Come child, don't let him deceive you." The nun ignored Freddy calmly.

"(Y/n), don't you fucking dare go with that bitch." He viciously growled, and scratched the metal lockers with irritation.

"Why not? You've trapped me here, what other option do I have?" You messed with him a little; shrewdly awaiting his reaction.

"You'll regret it, kitten. Get over here. Now." Freddy's tone was dark and cold, the demon twitching with anger.

"Don't fall prey to his devilish demands. Let the Lord into your heart." The nun spoke over him, her face earnest.

"Why don't you just fuck off and stop messing with her head?!" He spat towards the religious woman as he grew bitter. He hated his sorry excuse for a mother, and now she was trying to take his toy away. Fuck no.

"I am not the one who twisted her mind, who wrecked her reality, and who trapped her in a devil's dream. Do not make the wrong decision, dear. Find the light in your heart and let God help you fight the Devil." She responded angelically, but you'd had enough.

"If I go to you, will you release me from the coma?" You carefully asked the frustrated demon.

"No. You're mine. I don't have to do shit." Freddy hissed selfishly, and smashed his claws through somebody's locker in a temper.

"Guess I'm going with her then." You sweetly announced as you took a step towards her.

"Stop. Fine. I'll let you out." He was sulky, knowing that if you went with his mother then she'd brainwash you to repel him. He couldn't let you slip through his claws; you were his.

"How can I trust you?" You retracted your step, wanting to make sure you wouldn't be tricked.

"Get away from that whore and I'll remove the drugs. Just back the fuck away from her. Right now." Freddy coldly instructed, losing his grip on his patience.

"Do not go with him. He will corrupt you. Find salvation." The nun begged one last time, clasping her hands together in a prayer shape.

"Sorry Sister, but I've made my decision. Send my apologies to God." You joked a little as you moved away from the nun, towards the demon.

Freddy snatched your wrist and yanked you behind him, his possessiveness showing as he made sure she couldn't even see you; let alone touch you. His grin was cruel and cold, his posture unmoving whilst he held up his gloved hand.

"Time for you to crawl back to the heavenly cloud you fell from, bitch." He mocked spitefully, standing with his claws outstretched.

"You're making a mistake, child. May God have mercy on your soul." She uttered sadly, and then walked around the corner of the hallway; vanishing out of view.

"How did a random nun even enter my dream? Who was that?" You quizzed, curiosity eating away at you silently.

"Nobody fucking important. Come on." Freddy dismissed your question as he roughly grabbed your wrist again.

You were silent whilst the school crumbled down around you, fading into the familiar boiling room you'd seen before. Freddy on the other hand was brimming with frustrated confusion. He'd created the perfect space for you to enjoy, yet the whole time you'd been on edge. The whole time you'd been suspicious. How had you not completely fallen for it?

"What are you waiting for? Ask me to send you back to the real world. Ask me to release you. Ask me to put you back into your shithole of a life." The dream demon sneered, turning away and scraping his finger-knives against the boiler - creating a metal screeching sound.

"Thank you." You gently thanked him, taking the sulking male by surprise.

"What did you just say?" Freddy tilted his head a little - completely perplexed.

"You could've trapped me in chains or a room...but instead you created an entire perfect world for me. You didn't have to do that. So...thank you." You awkwardly explained yourself, shifting from one foot to the other.

"You're unbelievably naive." He sharply insulted and tried to ignore your gratitude.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Krueger." You mockingly decided, grinning.

You took it one step further, pecking his burnt cheek softly before turning away and stretching - trying to act casual...though it was hard with your slightly flushed cheeks. The Nightmare King however smirked; finding your sweet antics amusing.

"Now wake me up, there is such a thing as too much beauty sleep y'know." You hummed as you gave yourself a pinch.

"See you soon, doll-face."

Pennywise:
Your head was buzzing with exhaustion and stress as you woke up, your body tightly swaddled in blankets to keep you warm. You were in some kind of sewer, droplets of water splashing down on your head from time to time. It would've been very dark, except for these strange orange-coloured lights orbiting around your tiny form, radiating heat.

They looked sort of like headlights; although much more deadly. After staring at them for a few seconds, they came together and turned into a different form. Pennywise.

"Penny...? Is that...you?" You faintly asked, still a little sleepy.

"Morning little lollipop. Did I keep you warm?" He sat down next to you, tenderly stroking your messy hair.

"You were those lights?" You cocked your head in confusion and he chuckled.

"Yep. That's my true form. Well not my truest form, but the closest the human mind can imagine it to be. Usually a human will go insane after seeing me in that destructive shape, but you haven't. Strange..." Pennywise mused over it, grinning as he pulled you onto his lap.

"So um...where are we...?" You shivered, pulling the blankets closer to you. Since Penny had turned back, the warmth from the orange balls of light had vanished.

"We're in my home. No one comes down here. You'll finally be safe, away from those nasty lowlives." He told you triumphantly, proud of his actions.

"You killed them...You ate them all..." You recalled the day's events; remembering the maniacal look of malice on the clown's face.

"Mmm, yes I did. It was absolutely delicious. Keeping my first friend safe and receiving a feast? Yum, yum." Pennywise contentedly cuddled into you and undiluted terror trickled into your veins.

All those girls at the party, devoured and eaten by a psychotic Pennywise. Hannah, Hailey and your foster parents must be worried sick about you too. And your best friend Penny had completely snapped. Tears welled up in your eyes whilst you shook, emotionally traumatised by the twisted turn of events that had taken place.

"Aw sweets, why are you crying?" Pennywise's voice softened; the crazy gleam in his gaze not letting up one bit.

"You must be in shock, poor cupcake. I promise I'll keep you safe from the rest of humanity until they die out. We'll stay together forevermore." He promised casually.

"Y-You're scaring me Penny. Y-You've changed, why are you acting this way-?" You whimpered, clutching his clownish ruffles whilst you trembled.

"I haven't changed, honey. I'm still your best friend Penny~" Pennywise cooed and held your hands cutely.

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you got yourself out of his grasp and took a step back; deciding to do what's right. It would hurt Penny, but you had to get back home - to your family.

"You're...You're not my best friend. You a-ate people i-in front of me, took me away from mum and dad...Hailey and Hannah... You don't care about my feelings at all. You're no friend of mine!" You bravely cried out, stomping your foot on the ground as a sign of defiance.

"What did you say...?" Pennywise's face contorted into one of shocked betrayal; his happy expression fading.

"I said," You shakily took a shallow breath,"-you are not my friend Penny."

"Careful sweetie, you don't want to anger me. You have until the count of three to say you're sorry." He grinned again - but this one was a twisted and cruel grin. One that screamed unstable.

"1~" Penny deviously began, his golden eyes glittering with insanity.

You backed away from him, your dainty shoes getting wet from the damp sewer floor. As the second passed, Penny became even more psychotic in appearance; his fingers growing into claws, his teeth growing sharp and his eyes darkening from a golden glow to a sickening scarlet.

"2~" The clown grew impatient and did a threatening growl, causing you to let out a terrified squeak. And oh, how your fear sustained him. It was delightful to hear; to see; to feel.

Without waiting for three you bolted, beginning to cry as you took off down the maze of sewer paths. The air was foggy, the darkness made it harder to see and the cold only made you feel more hopeless.

"-3!" Penny yelled after you maniacally; a little frustrated with how you'd disobeyed him and ran away. Perhaps you just wanted to play~

"I'm coming for you, sweet girlie. Better run and hide~" He taunted, his creepy laughter echoing down the sewer pipes.

"Leave me alone, Penny!" You tearfully demanded as you searched for an escape route.

"Why are you running away? Do you want the big bad clown to catch you, is that it? Well your wish is my command!" Pennywise bursted out dementedly, and cut your path.

You shrieked and turned back - now terribly frightened, yet trying to remain calm. You had to get away from Penny; he was wildly out of control! Your eyes widened when a giant snake slithered in front of you - no, you hated snakes! Then you realised; why would a snake be in the sewer pipes? It was Pennywise. He was messing with your head - toying with your vision.

"My, my, you are smart, aren't you sweets? But there's nowhere to run. You can't run from your old pal Penny!" He crowed in delight, chasing you with the utmost excitement.

Taking a deep breath, you ran straight through the snake; the repulsive reptile only being an illusion. Pennywise let out a frustrated snarl - what preadolescent girl gets the courage to face one of their fears so easily? Why were you so feistily brave? And why did he like it? These questions he pondered over whilst chasing, the thrill of the hunt pounding through his body like an acidic, addicting drug.

Your feet began to hurt as your running slowed down, more tears pricking at your eyelids. Your best friend was pursuing you with deranged intent, your family was further away and you felt really upset; at a loss of what to do. You gave a high-pitched scream of panic when he finally caught you, the clown pouncing on you and forcing you to the floor in sadistic satisfaction.

"I win. You were so close too, what a shame." Pennywise evilly smirked, pinning your wrists above your head. His breathing was jagged; ecstatic as he held his prize beneath him.

"Do you know how good you smell right now? Your delicious fear and natural, flowery scent combined together just infatuate me. I can barely contain myself, mmm~" He purred wickedly.

"Let me go Penny, please let me go!" You wept in distress, wriggling and writhing with all your might.

"Now why would I do that? Silly, silly little lollipop, I like to play with my food." Pennywise was smug as he leaned closer; his sharp teeth grazing your earlobe.

"S-So you're gonna eat m-me-?!" You choked out fearfully, trembling.

The clown killer stopped whilst he processed your words. Why would he eat you? And why did he say that he plays with his food? What was he doing? All he wanted was to keep you safe, but all he had done was terrify you and snatched you away from your family.

Penny leaned back, the animalistic gaze in his golden eyes fading as he relented. He couldn't keep you safe down here; you weren't even safe from him at this point. His claws and teeth retracted back to their regular size, and his deranged demeanour changed - returning to his old kindly self.

"I'd never eat you, sugar-bear." Pennywise soothed softly, helping you sit up.

"B-But you j-just said-"

"I might've slipped a little bit out of control... I apologise for scaring you." He ruefully sighed and ruffled your hair.

"I-I want to go home-!" You wailed, breaking into fully-fledged sobs as you snuggled into him once more. Thank goodness he had snapped out of it.

"Yes, let's get you home, little one." Penny agreed quietly, scooping you up bridal-style.

The adrenaline fizzled out and instead exhaustion took over; forcing your eyes to shut and your body to go limp, your consciousness slipping away. When you came to, you were in your bed - like nothing ever happened.

"Oh, (Y/n) dear, how are you feeling?" Your mother asked, sitting next to your bed as she stroked your hair.

"I'm okay...what happened...?" You drowsily questioned, and she bit her lip.

"We found you knocked out by the park. What on Earth happened, (Y/n)? Why were you alone? Did you get assaulted? Robbed? Bullied?" She panicked as she sat on the edge of your bed now.

"No. I just...I don't know, I-I can't remember." You confessed timidly, confused by what was going on. Did she not know about the party massacre?

"Did anyone survive the party at Lacey's? Is anyone still alive?" You unhappily wondered, making her give you a bewildered stare.

"Party at Lacey's? What are you talking about, sweetie? You didn't go to any party." Your mother had a puzzled tone to her voice and she looked at you like you were crazy.

"I did! You dropped me off yesterday! At six o'clock, Cherry Meadow Lane!" Your voice went loud whilst you said the truth; now super nervous.

"You didn't go anywhere yesterday, Hun. You played with Hannah and Hailey, did your homework and then went to sleep. Next thing we know you're knocked out on the ground with damp clothing and slight pneumonia." Your mother explained her side of the story patiently, keeping her voice gentle.

"You don't remember? You must have a fuzzy memory. Try to get some more rest, I'll get Dr. Harris to take a look at you later." She added affectionately.

"Uh...sure..." You replied, bemused by all of this. Had you gone mad? You definitely went to a party yesterday.

"I love you baby. Sleep well." Your mother whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead before leaving your bedroom.

What was going on? You were frightened; not liking the fact you were the only one without memory loss. You watched all of those girls get killed - so why were people acting like they never existed in the first place?

"-Because I erased their memories." Pennywise answered you in a low voice; standing in the corner of your bedroom.

"Pennywise! Wait...why...?" You leapt out of bed and bounded towards him, engulfing him in a friendly hug.

"Think about it sweets - I kill everyone in that house and you're the only survivor with no killer in sight? You'd be the ultimate suspect." He seriously explained the situation to you, holding you close.

"But why do I still remember? Did you not erase my memories?" You tilted your head to the side; perplexed.

"If I brainwashed your memory, you wouldn't remember me. I'm being selfish, but you were my first friend. I can't forget that, nor can I bring myself to erase our meeting from your mind." Pennywise sadly spoke as he gave out a sigh.

"Well...I'm glad you didn't. You are still my friend, Penny. You'll always be my friend, no matter how many people you...eat. You're my best friend." You said sweetly, and he buried his head into your hair; overcome.

"Thank you, little lollipop." He whispered joyously - touched by your sincerity. This is why he snapped at the party; because you were an angelic creature that didn't deserve to be bullied. You were sweetness that he clung to with the utmost of desperation. And you were his.

Norman Bates:
When you finally came to, you were gently laid across the bed you'd paid for; you vision blurry and very unstable. Your body was limp, your mouth unable to call for help. You were completely unresponsive. What had happened?

Your memory remembered exactly what went down when a familiar voice spoke to you.

"G-Good morning, (Y-Y/n)!" Norman greeted politely, going to your side and giving you a very sweet kiss on the cheek.

Why couldn't you do anything? Your eyes were wide with terror as you tried desperately to move; even by a single inch. He must've drugged you even more after you blacked out - what the hell was Norman thinking? This was psychotic behaviour! You were completely trapped.

"O-Oh (Y/n), y-you mustn't l-look that di-distressed. I-I'll care f-for you, so we c-can be to-together!" The stuttering male beamed, helping you into a sitting position.

"I-I know i-it's st-strange, not b-being able to m-move...b-but you w-were going to l-leave me - I c-couldn't let t-that happen!" He was almost begging for your understanding; not wanting to be a bad guy.

You couldn't reply, whether you wanted to or not. This drug was draining the control you had over yourself; basically making you a lifeless, porcelain doll. You had to sit there and watch Norman talk as if you were your normal self, your dull eyes barely even blinking.

"W-Why don't I-I get y-you some b-breakfast? I-I'm sure y-you're hungry." He happily suggested and stood up, ruffling your hair before disappearing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How were you meant to get out of here? Where was Laura? Your stomach gave a churn as you realised she wouldn't have left without you. So that begged the question; what had Norman done to her...?

With extreme determination, you managed to roll off the bed and onto the floor - not even feeling the pain due to the numbness of the drugs. Least you had that going for you. Fifteen minutes passed by as you managed to lean against the wall, still sitting. Hearing footsteps, you began to panic; trying to climb to your feet.

Once Norman saw what you were doing, he hurriedly placed the breakfast tray on the bedside table and tried to stop you; his eyes filled with undying affection.

"W-What are y-you doing-?! Y-You could've r-really hurt y-yourself! Please, o-oh p-please be m-more careful." Norman worried over you like a fretful mother, picking you up and delicately setting you back down on the bed.

"S...St..." Your lips were hardly moving, the phonic sound of speaking incredibly faint.

"W-What did y-you say, (Y-Y/n)?" He hesitantly asked - nervous you were about to scold him.

"Stop... Nor...man... Plea...se..." You whispered pleadingly; giving freedom your last shot.

"Why...W-Why don't y-you want to s-stay with m-me...?" Norman tearfully questioned.

Alas, you couldn't answer - the effort to speak earlier taking all of your energy. This sluggish drug was really taking effect, pushing you back to your doll-like state. Norman sat on the edge of your bed, picking the tray back up and holding a silver fork in his slender hand. Was he about to-?

"T-Time for b-breakfast." He smiled timidly and softly stabbed a morsel of food from the plate; intending to feed you himself.

Your masochistic side was shyly enjoying this affection, but your common sense and realistic side was screaming for it to stop. You were conflicted, not wanting to even be in this position. You couldn't shut your mouth to reject the idea, you couldn't tell him to stop and you certainly couldn't escape. Not whilst your body was unresponsive. Not like this.

Norman patiently fed you, humming quietly under his breath whilst he grew incredibly happy. He had company, he wasn't so alone, and you'd never leave - what more could he ask for? He did miss the way you'd praise him and talk with that merry expression on your face; but every decision had pros and cons.

"T-There. Y-You did so w-well. Good g-girl." Norman sweetly praised, putting the tray down and wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"I'll b-be right b-back. P-Please don't g-go any-anywhere." He pleaded as he carried the tray out of the room - going to wash the utensils. Where could you possibly go?

After the breakfast feeding, he came back with a tape; sliding it into the TV's DVD player. Was he going to watch a movie with you? Your question was answered as you saw him flick the television on and sit next to you on the bed.

"I t-thought it w-would help y-you relax if w-we watched a-a f-film to-together." Norman's stutters increased towards the end due to his bashfulness, his cheeks bright.

Turns out the movie he'd picked was Edward Scissorhands; an emotional gothic film directed by Tim Burton himself. What an odd choice - wonder why Norman chose it? After half the runtime, you understood why. Edward and Norman both shared the lonely personality, making you thaw towards both males as you kept watching.

"I-I love t-that film. I-It's so h-heartbreaking a-and e-emotional." Norman shyly stated as the credits rolled, his arm wrapped around your waist now.

"L-Looks like i-it's lunchtime. I-I'll go m-make you s-some lunch. B-Be back s-soon." He caressed the side of your face, his touch delicate. Almost as if he was afraid of being too rough. Or maybe he just thought you were fragile.

Unbeknownst to him, your fingers started to twitch; small parts of your body regaining a sense of feel. The numbness of the drug was definitely leaving - but how long would it take until you could completely move? Norman must know that the drug wouldn't last forever. Meaning he'll probably re-drug you at some point, so playing dumb would be the smartest move.

Ten minutes ticked by whilst you got control of your body, still feeling a little weak but overall you could move again. You wanted to leave immediately, but that wouldn't be the best move. You remembered how he'd tackled the robber and taken him out in cold blood; so what if he did the same to you? You had to be smart about this.

When Norman came back, he held another tray - one with a cold ham sandwich, an apple, a slice of cake and two glasses of orange juice. One drink must be his, and the other for you. The juice must contain the drug. But which one would it be in...?

"I-I just h-have to g-go to t-the bathroom. I-I'm sorry for d-disappearing s-so much." He apologised, ashamed as he set the tray on the table. He took his glass off the tray - indicating that the one meant for you was the one next to the food.

After leaving yet again, you got to work; sitting up and switching the glasses. You were not going to be drugged once more. This ends now. You got back in position as you pretended to be drugged still, seeing him return and sigh in relief.

"Oh (Y-Y/n), y-you make me s-so happy. A-And you're s-so cute t-too!" Norman talked to you dotingly, beginning to feed you again.

Halfway through he took a mini break, taking a sip of his own drink and swallowing it down; frowning a second later. Outwardly, he pretended that nothing was wrong, but on the inside he was panicking. He was 100% sure he'd given your glass the drug, not his!

Norman tried to skilfully slip the drug into your drink and then pass it to you, a honeyed expression plastered across his face. Before he could force it into your mouth, you curled your hand around his wrist and prevented him from giving it to you, relieved your plan had worked.

"(Y-Y/n)? W-What are y-you-?"

"I don't want to be drugged anymore." You vehemently denied, knocking the glass out of his hand altogether. It shattered on immediate impact, the glass shards like deadly diamonds as they glittered on the ground.

"B-But y-you'll leave m-me otherwise-!" Norman whimpered in distress and used his other hand to pry you off.

"I'm not a toy to be played with Norman! If I have to leave, then I have to leave!" Your voice rose in aggression as you stood up; annoyed.

"I-I know y-you're not a t-toy, I-I just-"

"You're lucky I'm not reporting this to the police. Because we were friends, I'm not going to." You coolly replied, walking away from him.

You opened the door, and that's when Norman truly lost it. He tackled you to the ground with panic; starting to sob into you and cling desperately to your side.

"N-No! Don't leave me! P-Please don't leave m-me!" He cried hysterically, trying to drag you back into the room.

The upset male managed to pull you away from the door, but adrenaline coursed through your veins and so you slammed your back against the wall; causing him to smack into the wall also. Whilst he was recovering from that harsh hit, you sprinted away - running through the maze of hallways. Find the way out, find the way out, find the way out-

"(Y/N)!!" Norman howled your name grievingly, and began to pursue you again. You were the only thing that stopped his loneliness. He couldn't lose you.

The male teen caught up to you and tried once more to tug you back to your room, weeping like a distraught child. Before he could get you back the drug took effect on him; making him very, very drowsy.

"I-I'm be-begging you. P-Please don't l-leave; I d-don't want t-to be a-alone..." Norman brokenly begged, his body growing powerless. His grasp on you weakened and he fell to the ground; his beseeching, blue eyes fluttering shut.

You took off down the hallway, your breathing uneven as you sensed freedom. You could go to your mother and get away from this crazy place! Yet...you felt a weird sense of guilt. Slowing down, you looked back and saw Norman lying like a heap on the ground, his body unmoving.

Your empathy took over your mind, and you began to pity the lonely boy; wandering back over to his drugged-up body. He was so pale and fragile, his slender frame almost too thin. Definitely wasn't healthy. The heavy bags under his eyes also pointed towards stress and anxiety - he probably stayed awake because he couldn't face sleep.

Norman was tremendously lonely - you'd come to that conclusion already, seeing how he'd drugged you and always worked alone at the motel. He was just a clingy teenage boy, his need for attention and affection overwhelming him, making him cling to whoever gave him any.

You sighed as you mulled over your thoughts; do you escape Bates Motel or do you stay and help Norman? It wasn't his fault he was a little disturbed in the head, and you were very altruistic towards other people. Guess you were helping him.

Bending down, you wrapped a secure arm around his waist and half-supported/half-pulled Norman to his room, getting him to his bed and setting him down. You tenderly tucked him in; stroking his dark locks and liking the silky softness of his hair as you made sure he was alright.

You hadn't forgiven him for kidnapping you out of the blue and drugging you senseless, but maybe in time things would be set right. For now, you just went back to your room; occasionally checking on Norman every few hours and getting some rest yourself.

Hannibal Lecter:
You cuddled into the soft covers, your eyes still shut as you laid on a very comfy bed. Since when did the hospital have such nice sleeping arrangements? Last time you checked, they had a single, metal-frame bed with a coarse mattress on top. But this...this was different.

You finally opened your eyes, seeing that you were hugging an extremely warm quilt and your head was leant back against fluffy pillows. Where on Earth were you? Wherever you were, this was really kind service. What did you do to deserve this...?

Looking around, you gawked at the room around you; the bedroom feeling like a dream. The whole room had a white interior design - all of the elegant furniture matching in colour. You were sleeping on a posh double-bed, with four feathery pillows and a cream-coloured cover - the bed in the middle of the room.

The bed had two bedside tables on either side; each having a white table lamp on top. The curtains were mostly transparent, but gave the room a light glow and added to the peacefulness of the atmosphere. A fancy drawer was opposite the bed; a glass vase filled with lilies on top along with a porcelain fruit bowl.

Next to the set of drawers was a velvet armchair, adding to the room's graceful appearance. The heavenly carpet lining the wooden floor finished off the stylish design of the bedroom - making you think you really were in heaven.

A soft knock at the door sounded and you gave a quiet 'come in' to whoever wanted to enter, dazed and distracted by the bedroom still. Hannibal entered the room, his sienna eyes softening up when he saw that you were awake.

"Good morning, ma fleur chérie." He greeted pleasantly, sitting on the edge of the bed. You stiffened up; remembering the way he'd held a knife to your neck and then drugged you at the mental hospital.

"H-Hannibal? Where am I? Is this the East Wing? I-I don't understand." You stuttered as you gripped the sheets from stress.

"Relax (Y/n), you're not in any type of danger. The hospital and I created a unique compromise. There isn't enough room in the East Wing for you, so I came up with an idea." He carefully explained, taking your hands in his.

"An idea...?" You echoed in confusion and he dipped his dark-haired head - indicating a nod.

"The director of the hospital - Dr. Wells - and I decided to re-accommodate you. This tranquil environment will surely give your recovery a - much needed - boost. You got given a special permit to leave the hospital." Hannibal delved into detail, innocently smiling.

"A special permit? Does this mean I'm free?" You asked in amazement; not daring to believe it.

"Not quite. The only reason you were allowed this agreement was because of me. The full contract is that you stay with me until you're completely healed." He finished explaining and your eyes widened.

"Stay with...you...?" You uneasily repeated.

"It's better than staying in the hospital, is it not?" Hannibal quizzed as he began to analyse your behaviour.

"Why would I stay with you? You held a knife to my throat and then sedated me!" You accused, unhappy with what he did.

"What? Are you feeling alright, (Y/n)?" He looked at you in concern and you shook your head.

"No! How could you drug me like that?" You anxiously snapped.

"I haven't drugged you. Where did you get that strange idea from?" Hannibal stared at you incredulously, his face one of confusion.

"Last night...when you came into my room-"

"My dear, I can assure you that I didn't enter your sleeping quarters last night. We came to get you in the evening but you fell asleep in the car." He told you seriously.

"How is that possible...? You...You have to be-"

"-Lying? My, my, are you accusing me of lying to you, (Y/n)?" Hannibal's tone was now laced with amusement, purposely acting a little offended.

"Well, no...I just-"

"Me, the only person you can trust? The only person who ever listened to you? The only friend you have? I would never lie to you." He dramatically vowed; he'd always loved being theatrical.

"But then how-?"

"You must've had a nasty nightmare. It happens to the best of us, try not to overthink it." Hannibal answered cleverly, and squeezed your hands before releasing his hold on you altogether.

"Oh...I'm sorry. Are you sure it's alright for me to stay here?" You were anxious, feeling a little guilty for throwing accusations at him. You were the mentally sick one here; not him - so of course he was telling the truth.

"It would be my pleasure if you stayed here with me. I can keep a better eye on you this way." He sent a playful wink in your direction and then stood up, straightening his suit like he usually did.

"Right... Thank you Dr." You shyly thanked as you nervously played with the covers.

"Hannibal." He corrected you with a kind smile, moving towards the door.

"Oh and one more thing," Hannibal paused, throwing you an affectionate glance,"-I took the liberty of stocking the drawers for you. I hope you don't mind, I guessed your size."

"I-I don't mind...but it's too much, I can't accept-"

"If you don't accept you'll be stuck wearing that nightgown for the rest of your days. I'd consent if I were you." He actually smirked a little and then left, shutting the door behind himself.

Wow, staying in Dr. Hannibal Lecter's house until you were healed...it almost seemed like a dream. Swinging your legs to the end of the bed, you stood up and made your way towards the fashionable drawers; opening them up. Several of the clothes looked especially appealing to you, and in the end you chose a dress. The flowery garment hung off you in an angelic way, the white heels and matching-flower headband only adding to the lovely look.

After a moment's hesitation, you left the relaxing bedroom; looking down the hallway in awe. This house was just extremely calm and, well, comforting. The impressive, wooden staircase lead downstairs, and that was probably where Hannibal was waiting for you. You did want to see the rest of the rooms in the house - maybe he'd be kind enough to provide a tour for you?

You placed your hand on the sleek handrail and descended down the stairs, your breathing growing stressed and unstable as you tried to keep your cool. Hannibal's home was very sophisticated; what if you were expected to act in such an elaborate manner? That thought made you panic and so you reached the bottom of the stairs - now internally freaking out.

"(Y/n)?" His gentle tone made you snap your head up; you had previously been gazing at the mahogany steps. Had he, perhaps, sensed your alarm? You hoped not.

"Yes?" You replied timidly, playing with the hem of the stretchy dress.

"Is something amiss? You look terribly disturbed." Ah, so he had caught on - he was incredibly quick.

"I...I just...well...the thing is...I just feel really out of place here!" You were stammering, blurting out the rest of the sentence in shame.

"And why do you feel out of place here, ma chérie?" He probed as you tried to face him properly. But you just felt so embarrassed.

"Your house...it's so embellished and exquisite, I feel like I'm almost...dirtying it somehow." You mumbled awkwardly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"I know what the problem is." Hannibal quietly announced and took ahold of your hand; leading you down the last step.

"Your low self-esteem and low confidence are belittling you. You feel worthless; insignificant. Whenever someone offers you something better than what you have, you always decline  because you feel that you can't return it. You feel so useless that you actually prefer no attention at all, because you don't think you deserve any. Am I correct?" He rapidly deduced, his dark eyes pinned to yours firmly.

Tears pricked at your eyes, the lump in your throat making you unable to speak. Instead you nodded, your gaze flickering away from the intelligent brunet in humiliation. He let out a soft sigh, placing his hands on your waist and therefore making you look at him, surprised by his actions.

"Listen to me (Y/n), and listen to me carefully because you'll regret it if you don't. You may think of yourself as nothing more than a lowly rat or a dirty human being, but that simply isn't the case here. You're a fraction above the usual intelligence of an average human being - I can tell by the sophisticated language you just used. You have the natural beauty of someone from higher standing, and you're unbelievably modest. This is why you don't dirty my house in the slightest, in fact your presence alone only improves it." Hannibal pointed out - going into clever detail as he tried his best to make you see what he saw.

"R-Really...?" You whispered insecurely, and he flashed you a very charming smile.

"Indeed. Now that we've got the negativity out of the way, let's indulge in some breakfast and then a house tour. Is that an acceptable plan?" He held your hand and lead you into the dining room, pulling out a chair for you as he acted like a true gentleman.

"That'd be delightful. Thank you, Hannibal." Sincerity showed through your voice whilst you agreed with the plan, his hospitality like something out of a fairytale.

"You're very welcome. Now stay here and I'll prepare breakfast - please do not wander, I don't wish for my flower to be lost." Hannibal chuckled, his sienna eyes twinkling with mischief. You watched him leave - presumably to enter the kitchen - and felt weirdly at peace. In five minutes flat Hannibal had casted all of your insecurities away; leaving only the bashful happiness.

It was like you were meant to be here. Like you were meant to stay by Hannibal. And you'd do that with the happiest of smiles. You owed him; because he'd saved your life more than once. So here you'd stay. Right by his side.

**UPDATE** I realised that Hannibal's hair colour isn't blonde, like I've written in my parts, (as confirmed by HealthyCeleb.com = Mads Mikkelsen's Height/Weight/Weight/Body Statistics) So now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back and rectify my mistake/s in every part. My apologies💙

**QUICK NOTE** : I'd just like to give a quick thanks to @BoneRiver11037 , who helped me correct a specific part ^-^💕