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Michael Myers:
After you and Michael made the agreement about him seeing you, you went to sleep that night; knowing he could probably slip in at any passing moment. It was extremely creepy but you let it slide, sleeping until the next morning.

You had school - so of course your annoying alarm clock began to shriek. However, you just ignored it - turning over and hugging your pillow cutely. School could wait. At least another ten minutes...right? Wrong. A gentle hand touched your shoulder and gave you a little shake, obviously trying to help you get up. It was probably Miles. Great.

"Miles I don't want to go to school today, buzz off..." You sighed sleepily, nuzzling into the warm covers and not even opening your eyes.

He kept shaking you, causing you to grumble and wake up at last. With a shocked expression you saw that it wasn't Miles, but Michael Myers himself, making you take a deep breath. You guys were cool; he wasn't going to harm you or Miles. You just had to remain calm.

"Um..morning." You awkwardly greeted as you sat up, trying to wake up properly. Michael gave a soft nod, like he was repeating the morning greeting back at you.

The alarm was still ringing subtly in the background, so you reached over and turned it off - clearing your foggy mind. School...School! You needed to get ready! You leapt out of the bed and ignored the stalker in the room as you shoved open your wardrobe, your eyes critiquing each piece of clothing.

Eventually, you picked out a black-and-white polka dot shirt with porcelain-coloured pants and black Vans. You combed your hair into a high ponytail and added a bow pendant/necklace around your neck; wanting to look presentable. You were so busy you didn't even realise Michael had silently watched you get dressed, his dark eyes trained to your hurrying figure.

Racing down the stairs, you snatched your schoolbag up and entered the kitchen, grabbing a cereal bar from the cupboard as you continued to get ready. Textbooks? Check. P.E uniform? Check. Other school utensils? Check. You glanced at the clock on the wall nervously -it was 8:42. School started at 9!

You threw your bag over your shoulder and finished your small breakfast, throwing the wrapped into the silver bin before turning to leave. Michael however had a different idea, intentionally blocking the path from the kitchen to the front door.

"Hey what are you doing-?! I have to get to school! I barely have time!" You panicked, repeatedly trying to force your way past the tall male. Michael shook his head, bringing out his notepad and thereby making you groan in frustration.

YOᑌ ᔕᗩᗯ ᗰE KIᒪᒪ ᑕYᑎTᕼIᗩ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ ᗪOᑕTOᖇ ᗩ ᖴEᗯ ᗪᗩYᔕ ᗩGO, ᗩᑎᗪ YEᔕTEᖇᗪᗩY YOᑌ ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT ᒪOᔕT YOᑌᖇ ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ. YOᑌ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᔕTᗩY ᕼOᗰE. [A/N "You saw me kill Cynthia and that stupid Doctor a few days ago, and yesterday you almost lost your brother. You should stay home."]

"Well...yeah, that may be true - but if I don't turn up for school then the authorities will check round, meaning they'll find out about you and about Miles. I have to go." You replied tensely; your heart aching when you thought about Laurie.

I ᑕᗩᑎ EᗩᔕIᒪY TᗩKE ᑕᗩᖇE Oᖴ TᕼE ᗩᑌTᕼOᖇITIEᔕ. YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᑎEEᗪ TO ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕ YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE. [A/N "I can easily take care of the authorities. You don't need to stress yourself. Please."] You shivered at the easily take care of part; knowing that he'd kill them in one quick heartbeat.

"It'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it. If it makes you feel better, you can always stalk me from outside." You were being sarcastic with the stalking comment, but he nodded - liking the idea. Oh joy.

"Now please move, otherwise I really will be late." You complained unhappily. Michael obeyed your command, moving to the side as he let you pass. The quiet male didn't like that you were leaving so soon, but he knew that if he stopped you you'd only be agitated.

Water splashed to the side whilst you sprinted down the sidewalk; trying to desperately make up for lost time so you could get to school. 8:53. Students were crowding the street as they swarmed the gates, chattering at the top of their voices about the sudden murders in Haddonfield.

Outside the school was even a news van - wanting to interview kids, parents and teachers on the matter. Brushing past them, you barely made it in time; you being a hot-faced, panting mess by this point. You slid into your seat by the window and tried to regain your sense of control, your teacher striding in only a few seconds later.

The first class was tedious, so you mostly daydreamed; gazing away from the class and instead looking out into the grey street. Light rain drizzled down - but that didn't stop you from imagining all sorts of silly scenarios in your head. A flash of white caught your attention and you glanced down to see the loyal stalker watching you from below; standing close to a tree.

Oh wow, he'd taken your stalking thing seriously; that man was definitely committed. You gave him a small wave - trying to be friendly - and he raised his hand a little; mimicking your kind action. The whole day he kept watch, even when you had sports class. When the bell rang for the last lesson, you saw him waiting for you by the same tree - his expression not changing one bit.

For some strange reason, you felt slightly happy that he'd protectively watched you all day - especially because he'd waited for you by the gates. No one waits for you; not since your mother passed away and your father went to work abroad. You gave a shy smile and walked towards him, forgetting he was a wanted serial killer.

"Hey..." You timidly whispered, letting him wrap his strong arms around your body. Both of you stayed in this tight embrace until a certain someone started causing a commotion.

"Mummy, mummy! Look at that strange man!"
"I wonder who that is."
"Who even dresses like that?" The random students, parents and people from the street began to notice the white-masked male beside you; making you freak out. How could you save this-?

"Come on, lets go before you look too suspicious. I don't want you getting arrested." You murmured urgently - seizing Michael's wrist and pulling him away from the school. He only tilted his head in confusion, because he didn't understand how weird his attire was.

But the stalker relished how you were holding his wrist, the softness of your skin exciting him. You were so fragile, so...so delicate; it only made his obsession with you stronger. He must protect you - he must stay by your side and keep danger away. Besides, he loved your kindness, along with your beautiful looks and sweet heart - that was another reason to stalk you. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Repeatedly. All the time.

You withheld a sigh as you shut the front door, not seeing a wild Miles or any sign of life in the house. He must've gone out...but why? Brushing that aside, your tummy grumbled and you decided to grab something to eat; dumping your bag on the ground like usual before moving into the kitchen.

"So uh, can I get you anything to eat...?" You politely asked, not wanting to be rude to your soft-spoken guest. Michael shook his head as a no, but then you grew intrigued; did he ever actually eat?

"Wait, do you need food? Like, not to be intrusive but I haven't seen you eat in at least three days." You touched on the matter hesitantly, genuinely curious. The stalking killer went back to his notepad, the pen flying across the paper.

I ᗪOᑎ'T ᑎEEᗪ ᖴOOᗪ. Oᖇ ᗯᗩTEᖇ. Oᖇ ᗩᑎY ᕼᑌᗰᗩᑎᒪIKE ᑎEᑕEᔕᔕITIEᔕ. [A/N "I don't need food. Or water. Or any humanlike necessities.]

"Oh. I...I see." The awkwardness grew, but somehow Michael didn't seem to feel it. That or he wasn't acknowledging it.

"So...you don't need food, water or any type of shelter...are you some kind of god? Do you have cool superpowers? Like laser eyes, or-or maybe you have super speed?" You exclaimed with childish excitement, forgetting about your appetite whilst you interrogated him.

Michael had a secret grin underneath his pale mask, amused by your adorable antics. Why on Earth would he had powers? He'd just gotten rid of a curse, he wasn't any kind of god or superhero - at least not one he'd heard of. He replied to you, resorting to his notepad once more.

ᑎO. [A/N "No."]

"Oh. Well, let me know if you ever develop telepathy; that's always been one of my favourite powers to have if I ever had powers...Ah, what am I saying!?" You openly laughed, turning back to cooking. You made yourself some spaghetti and meatballs, quietly conversing with Michael whilst you ate.

You learnt that he grew up with a terrible curse; the Curse of Thorn. He was forced to kill off his entire bloodline for this overwhelming rage to subside - for him to return to normal. Now that he had snapped out of the sick spell, he was bemused as to what to do with his life. He couldn't fit into society, and he still had that bloodlust flowing within him to murder the citizens of Haddonfield. He had no one to turn to. It made you feel sorry for him.

"Let me see if I've got this right. You've broken the twisted curse but you still feel...murderous towards everyone... Why...?" You mused curiously, and he shrugged. Poor guy.

"As long as you don't hurt Miles and I...well, let's just say I won't turn you in." You gave him a little wink as you finished your dinner, pushing the plate and cutlery into the sink. Washing up could wait.

"Do you have anywhere to stay? You're not thinking of staying in your old home are you?" You probed; your motherly instincts kicking in. Michael nodded at both questions, causing you to sigh when you heard his unsaid answer.

"You can't stay there. As nice as it may seem, it could use...a lot of TLC. At the moment it's unhygienic, dusty, old and abandoned. You could catch a cold or injure yourself. It's definitely not safe." You summed up sternly, but he only cocked his head to the side.

"Y'know...if you want, you could...stay here. It's actually liveable - despite the mess- and I could use the company. Miles is fine but...I've always preferred the silent type." You bashfully offered, your cheeks a little pink as you announced the idea.

Michael seemed uncertain about the idea; giving a unsure nod and then a shake of the head, scribbling on the pad and then crossing it out in frustration. It's almost like he couldn't decide and that the choice was mentally hurting him. You placed your hand over his, preventing him from the tedious task of writing a response.

"Hey, don't overthink it. Take some type to mull it over. It was an offer, not a life-or-death situation." You lightly told him, squeezing his hand before letting go. He put down the pen, giving a nod as he decided to think about it instead.

"Now I have to start my maths homework. Do you happen to be any good at Algebra? Because I'm not." You said playfully, and left the kitchen; Michael tagging behind like an overprotective pupper.

It was nice to have company - even if the company you had was a godlike serial killer, who never took off his mask and insisted he follow you around everywhere without a word. You never really fit in with Annie or the others, but it was easy to talk to your stalker. You were really beginning to like him.

Jason Voorhees:
The next morning you woke up on your own, Jason having disappeared. Your wrist was slowly healing - but it was still aching, making you unable to really use it. With a sleepy yawn, you stumbled out of bed and then suddenly woke up; you could escape. Right now. He was gone!

You hurried through the cabin, opening the door and dancing into the morning sun. The light seeped into your skin, filling you with a lovely warmth. What a great morning~

You gave a small, happy twirl, bumping into something towards the end. What the...? A frightened squeak slipped through your lips as you backed up, seeing the legendary killer appear out of nowhere.

"I-I didn't mean to bump into you. S-Sorry-!" You whispered shyly, stiffening up when he stepped closer. You didn't know what to expect - maybe he would strike you...? That thought in itself was terrifying.

But what he actually did was pat your head, letting out a low chuckle whilst he basked in your cuteness. He didn't mind that you knocked into him; he actually found it really adorable. And so did his mother.

"C...Cutie..." Jason purred in content, ruffling your hair afterwards and being sweet to you. You let out a relieved laugh; still a little nervous because of his dirtied clothing, masked face and daunting height.

"Um...good morning." You acted civil - wanting to stay on his seemingly good side.

"Mor...Morning..." He replied as he wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, his heart accelerating. It felt good to talk to someone who wasn't a threat. Someone who understood him. Someone like you.

"So...what are we doing today? Like is there a plan, or are you busy protecting the lake today?" You were curious, walking back to the cabin to grab something to eat. It surprised you how easily he'd distracted you - you wanted to escape before and now you weren't as willing to leave. What had happened...?

Jason shook his head, confirming that he indeed was free. It got lonely after he'd taken out previous trespassers - he had nothing to do. It almost drove him insane, with only his mother to soothe him. He tagged behind you like a pupper as you entered the cabin, opening the bag and grabbing a cereal bar. After you ate, you washed your food down with a small carton of apple juice; your hunger satisfied.

The masked killer disappeared and reappeared within a few minutes, holding a tea towel as he approached you. Tensing up, you whimpered when he took ahold of your chin - tilting it up and towards him. What was he going to do to you-? It surprised you whilst he wiped the crumbs off your lips and delicately patted the rest of your face; making sure you were clean.

With a giggle you thanked him, thawing towards the soft-spoken male. He only wanted to help you - this killer had no intention of inflicting any pain. You guessed he just wanted a friend. Perhaps you two could do something together today? Jason kept following you, not letting you out of his sight even for a single second.

"Hmm...what to do today~" You mused over this, flopping down on a log as you thought. He didn't sit down, instead keeping watch. It was almost like Jason thought you were some sort of child, one that could not survive on their own. But you weren't Bambi - you were fine.

"We could go for a walk...if you wanted to, that is." You peacefully suggested, and he gave an eager nod. To him that was a perfect idea - he'd love to marvel at the vibrant forest with his new mate.

So off you two went; Jason holding your hand and acting clingy. It was extremely cute, but then you had to remember how he'd violently slaughtered your friends. That made your stomach twist into nervous knots and your body grow stressed - eventually unable to stay close to him.

You saw an oak tree and decided to climb it - you'd get out of his emotionally-dependant grasp and also get a really cool view, seeing as it was super duper high. Flashing him a swift smile, you rushed towards the tree and began to climb; your hands gripping the bark whilst you hoisted yourself higher and higher. The wind whipped your face but it was pleasant, the leaves tickling the sides of your face and the thinner sticks scratching your skin softly.

The branch that you reached out to grab snapped, making you hang by only your right arm. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your arm was aching; your breath caught in your throat as your palm began to sweat - your fingers starting to slip. Jason couldn't even see you because you were so high up - but he did see the broken branch. With clenched fists he circled the tree, worriedly looking out for you.

You wildly tried to fling your left arm towards a slightly higher branch but your right hand lost grip on the other branch; causing you to tumble to your supposed demise. A shriek erupted from you as you fell, fear taking hold of your terrified form. Yet you fell into something soft, instead of the tough ground. What the...? It turned out that Jason had caught you before you smacked the floor, his rough hands curled around your body in a bridal-style way.

"T-Thank you." You said in a shocked tone; your eyes wide as you tried to regain your composure. He carried you out of the woods - walking over to the lake - and placed you down on the pier; blocking your path to leave. It was just you, Jason and the body of water, shimmering in the sunlight.

He was definitely angered by your reckless activity; you could've gotten seriously hurt! What were you thinking? Even his mother was scolding your actions, making him realise that not only were the trespassers a threat - but your carelessness was too.

"B...Bad...girl..." Jason actually growled and you flinched a little - not expecting to be reprimanded.

"I-I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to. I just...I just wanted to do something fun..." You guiltily mumbled.

Your apology calmed him down; at least you weren't intentionally trying to hurt yourself. He did overreact a little - but you were his new mate, he must protect you! You on the other hand were not concerned for your safety, wishing you could've actually make it to the top of that tree.

Jason held a finger up, telling you he'd be back in a second as he stalked off to do something. Unbeknownst to you he went to grab some fishing rods; wanting to show you how to fish. After all, you needed an outlet for all that curious energy. He thought of you as an adorable kitten - one that was easily prone to danger and needed to be continuously distracted.

Your eyes widened in confusion when the killer passed you a fishing rod, bemusement washing over your facial features as you clutched it with two hands. He just passed you a fishing rod. Uh...why? Jason sat down and you joined him, watching him with curious eyes. The silent male held the rod with both hands and threw the long line in, being patient whilst he waited for a fish to take the bait.

Once a fish swam close and nibbled at the bait, he reeled the line in with intense speed; pulling the trout up and slamming his machete through the scaly body to kill it. You were a little nervous - due to the sudden violence - but did a polite clap anyway, realising that this was how Jason satisfied his hunger. He looked back at you, nudging you softly to tell you that you could have a go.

With a deep breath and fierce determination, you threw your line in and waited hopefully for a fish to swim by; having never fished before. It was exciting, but you didn't know if you could pull it off like Jason had. Then again, the killer probably had a lot of experience with this, whereas you were a newbie. When a fish finally tugged at your line you began reeling - finding it quite tough to drag it over.

Fortunately Jason came to your aid, clasping his hands over yours and helping you pull the fish out of the rippling water. It flopped around weakly on the pier before he killed it, patting your head afterwards as a praise. You smiled, pretty proud of yourself whilst Jason pushed the fish carcasses into a woollen bag, planning to cook them in a few minutes.

He took ahold of your hand and guided you back to the cabins, going to the campfire you and your friends had previous made. When you saw Tiffany's rotting body you struggled not to cry, shaking with unhappiness. Maybe she was stuck-up and snooty, but she had been your friend. Jason noticed your distress and gave you a quick hug before going to dispose of the corpse, dragging it further into the woods.

The killer returned quick, focusing his attention on the cold campfire and creating sparks to flare it up again. Flames crackled and swam vividly; golden glows of scarlet, yellow and orange flickering in the smoky air. He skewered the fishes' bodies and balanced them precariously over the fire - cooking them in a basic fashion.

"Thank you." You gratefully spoke as he passed you the grilled fish on a stick, your stomach rumbling at the sight and aroma of food. Jason only nodded, but was flattered by your thankful attitude. Surely you were warming up to him by now-

"W...Will...you..." The murderous male tried speaking again, the frustration quickly returning to him.

"Hm?" You looked up from your food and gave him a gentle smile, as if to say: take your time.

"Will you...st...stay...?" He grunted out roughly - hoping you would.

Jason wasn't going to let you leave, but he wanted you to stay here on your terms too; so he didn't feel like he was keeping you confined all the time. You hesitated, wondering what to do. You could pacify him and stay, but after the week had passed your mother would be frantically fretting - hell, she might even get the police involved! And what about your freedom? You wanted permission to roam freely, to do whatever you desired. You definitely didn't like being on a leash.

"I...I guess I can stay for the week. But my mother will be worried sick about me, surely yours would do the same if our positions were switched?" You delicately replied. He nodded but you could tell he was a little put out. Why was he so attached to you? He'd only known you for a couple of days - it was like he was almost clinging to you.

"Anyway, let's forget about leaving for now. I'm hungry!" You tried to switch subject in a cute manner, munching the roasted fish in delight. Staring into the fire, you got lost in the swirly colours and began daydreaming - feeling the relaxing sense of normality return to you. Sure it was slightly scary to stay with a serial killer, but he didn't intend to hurt you and he was treating you quite sweetly.

Freddy Krueger:
The next day you woke up in hospital, being told that you'd been in a coma for two-three days. Sara and Brittany were in relieved tears when they saw you awake, the two sisters engulfing you in huge hugs and making you feel loved. The next evening you went home, feeling relaxed and quite at peace - not even hating Freddy.

He was still a prick for drugging you, but he did create an alternate world for you as well as giving you a perfect dream. It was just unfortunate circumstances. Or maybe you were too nice. Either way, it didn't stop you from wanting to dream.

"-(Y/n)? Are you even listening to me?" Brittany's serious voice jerked you out of your thoughts, making you now pay attention to her.

"Sorry, what did you say?" You followed her upstairs and into your room; curious about what she asked or said to you.

"She was asking if it was the burnt man who put you in the coma." Sara piped up innocently - not knowing Freddy due to the fact that she'd never encountered him.

"Um, it's a long story." You awkwardly mumbled as you sat on the edge of your bed.

"It's a simple yes or no question. And if he did that means we have to stop him!" Brittany grew het-up, pushing her long hair back in angst.

"Well...he did, but he didn't do it to hurt me. He won't kill me for whatever reason. That's all I know. So please give me some peace and quiet about it." You tiredly responded.

"But-"

"Brit, c'mon, you heard sis. She doesn't wanna be disturbed right now." Sara stepped up and stopped Brittany from prying, tugging your older sister by the hand.

"This isn't over. I just don't want you to get hurt." Brittany sternly spoke.

"I know. And I appreciate it. But I'm tired - I want to sleep." You sighed and waited for her to leave. She bit her lip but let Sara pull her out, causing you to feel relief.

You changed into your pyjamas and then decided to read for a little bit before turning in for the night; wanting to feel completely relaxed. Brittany brought you some hot cocoa and Sara gave you a bar of chocolate - both sisters trying to be hospitable. After thanking them, you spent an hour reading and picking at the chocolate bar, occasionally sipping the hot drink.

"Just what are you doing?" A familiar voice came from your book, and you glanced at one of the pictures. To your surprise Freddy was in one of the images, moving around and leaning against the words.

"W-Well what are you doing? How did you get in my book like that?!" You retorted, almost dropping the book from your confusion.

"I asked you first, sweets." He used his claw to break a word in half, grinning as he did so.

"I'm just reading, y'know like some people do before bed. Why do you even care?" You rolled your eyes and tried to calm down your fast heartbeat.

"I spare you and you read a book instead of coming back to me? Real fucking pleasant." The demon snorted sarcastically. You stuck your tongue out and then snapped the book shut, trying to one-up him. Then you placed it on the bedside table next to you, proud that you kept him quiet.

"That wasn't very nice of you~" He purred as you shrieked, not expecting him to teleport beside you.

"God, stop fucking scaring me like that you jerk!" You smacked his shoulder and pushed him away from you - disliking how he close he was.

"It's my job!" Freddy protested playfully, amused by your annoyed reaction.

"Well go do your job somewhere else." You huffed.

"Why? Am I~" He paused to wrap his arms around your waist,"~annoying you?"

"Extremely." You muttered, hating the blush that appeared on your cheeks.

"You'd really choose reading over moi?" The killer pretended to be sad as he rested his head on your shoulder, pouting.

"Well which one trapped me in a fake dream world and injected me with drugs?" You asked sweetly. He rolled his eyes this time before lapsing into a thoughtful silence.

"To be fair-"

"Nope."

"I was just-"

"Ah, ah, ah."

"Oh c'mon-"

"Shhh. Time to go now. Go do your job." You kept cutting him off; even going as far as to throw a pillow at his face.

"You sure you don't want me to give you a nightmare?" Freddy grinned, throwing the pillow back at you and stretching across the bed.

"Give me a nightmare and I'll find Hypnocil, old man." You threatened lazily.

"How do you know about Hypnocil?" He looked shocked and a little angry, making you smirk a bit.

"Internet." You pointed out whilst stifling a yawn.

"Excuse me?" The sly male narrowed his eyes and made you laugh, his expression priceless.

"It isn't that hard to type in "ways to stop dreaming" on Google. A guy with a dream blog used to work at the FDA, he wrote about it. I found it after the first few nightmares you gave me - so try me, and see how well that works." You explained smugly.

"Bitch, you don't even know where to find it." Freddy retorted; acting salty.

"Won't be difficult to email that guy, sorry to hurt your feelings." You smiled widely and patted his shoulder - proud of your win.

"Oh for fucks sake, I'm going." He grumbled, too irritated by your sharp tongue.

"Good luck with your job~" You giggled and even blew him a mocking kiss, making him thaw towards you.

"Sweet dreams, princess." The demon tilted his fedora at you before vanishing into thin air, presumably to traumatise teenagers.

You flicked your lamp off and snuggled down underneath the covers, satisfied by your sweet sweet victory. Guess the slasher couldn't handle being shown up himself, huh? Figures...his ego was bigger than the entire Earth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted off, falling into slumber with incredible ease and going into your dreamland.

You dreamt of a graveyard; hundreds of graves lined up across the gloomy-looking landscape. Dusk had arrived, his darkness washing over the sky and making the whole area look ten times as depressing - the whole scene causing you to feel nervous. Why were you dreaming about a graveyard?

"Hello child." You turned to see the nun from your coma-induced dream, her hands clasped together.

"Um...hello. Are you mad at me or something? Why did you come back into my dream?" You were suspicious of Sister and made sure to keep your distance.

"I am not bitter...but I am disappointed. You're on the path of darkness my dear, please don't let my son deceive you." She pleaded as she came closer to you.

"Freddy's your son? Wha-How-?! He's nothing like you!" You choked out in surprise; stunned.

"It's quite true. I'm ashamed to admit, but that...thing is of my blood." The nun confessed unhappily - pointing to a specific grave. Following her finger, you saw the name "Sister Mary Helena, Amanda Krueger."

"I can't believe it...What happened?" You were aghast, not able to understand. Why would she be so against her own son? Why had he turned against her? What was being hid from you?

"Tell me (Y/n)...are you evil? Do you enjoy knowing that demon kills every child around you without touching a hair on your head?" Amanda turned stern as she wanted to know what side you were on.

"I'm not evil! A-And I don't enjoy it, I just never really thought about it." You defended yourself awkwardly and bit your lip.

"A neutral party...so there is hope for you after all. Would you like to see what tragedy the past holds?" She gave you a pitying glance; letting you choose.

You hesitated before dipping your head and nodding, wanting to understand what she was talking about. She held her hand out and the moment you took it you teleported, appearing in what seemed to be an asylum of some kind. The lights were dimmed, the heat unbearable and the room you were in seemed to be filled with...men.

But they weren't ordinary men, they seemed to be mumbling under their breath and moving in a herd. Almost like zombies! Were they crazy? Your question answered itself when you saw that they were dressed in rags and staring at the floor - yep, definitely insane.

Why did Amanda put you in an asylum? What happened here? You noticed two people counting the men at the entrance on the second floor, their mouths moving yet no words were coming out. Once they had finished they walked towards the door - leaving you behind.

"Wait! I'm still here! Don't lock me in with these guys!" You gasped in horror and began to work your way through the swarm of males; panicking when the two workers locked you in. Oh. Fuck. No.

All of the men turned to look at you - their expressions hungry and their eyes filled with the most deranged glances you've ever seen. You tried to move away from them but they grabbed your body - hands grasping every inch of your skin. A scream slipped through your mouth as you squirmed in their grip, feeling scared when they pinned you to the floor.

It was only then that you noticed what you were dressed in, and the name tag pinned to your nun outfit. Amanda Krueger. N-No...They couldn't have...could they? You wept in despair whilst they ripped the tunic off of you, the maniacs all trying to get it on with you. They did. They raped her...They raped Amanda! And now they were going for you!

"No! Please, no! Don't do this to me!" You cried from distress, fear flooding your veins as you realised what they were planning on doing. Losing the last of your composure, you shouted the only name you could think of.

"FREDDY!"

The moment you did the men froze; like mannequins in their psychotic pose. Then the asylum faded away, leaving only the void-like dream realm. Your pyjamas were back on and you weren't a nun anymore, relief trickling through your body like water. But being saved didn't stop the tears from streaming down your face - the shock of what almost happened taking control and causing you to cling to something soft. A sweater.

"Why the fuck were you dreaming about that?" You looked up to see a very furious Freddy, the slasher's face absolutely livid.

"I-I didn't-! S-She-" You tried to explain yet the words wouldn't come, stunned stutters taking their place.

"She? Who-...Oh for fucks sake, I know exactly who fucking did this." He hissed in rage, the boiler room materialising around you both.

"W-What was that? Is it true? Did she get..." You trailed off; traumatised by what you saw.

"Yeah. My mother got raped - I'm the son of a thousand maniacs. Happy?" The killer roughly snapped and you shook your head.

"No...I'm not...I'm so sorry..." You sobbed as you clutched his chest, burying your head into his shoulder. He was utterly perplexed at your actions, his bitterness leaving him as quickly as it came.

"Don't cry kitten, you're safe now. I won't let anything touch you, I swear on it." Freddy cooed possessively.

"I don't care about me, I care about your past. Now I know why you act the way you do...and I feel bad for you." You whispered and hugged him tighter, your emotions controlling you.

"Well I'm not losing any sleep over it, so it's not worth worrying about. Dummy." He joked, stroking your hair with his sharp claws.

"Just...Just wake me up." You unhappily sighed as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Mmm, no." The demon denied; a sly smirk upon his face.

"Why not?" You wiped your eyes and took a shaky breath - wanting to forget about the terrible event that had almost happened to you.

"You look like you've been through hell, my bitch of a mother almost got you raped and well, I haven't had any time with you tonight~" He obsessively pointed out.

"I thought you had to do your job, like every night." You wryly replied, regaining your quick wit and feeling yourself relax.

"I've killed tonight - and besides, I can always make time for you, sweet-face." Freddy grinned as he clicked his fingers; creating a new dreamland for you.

A girl could get used to this~

Pennywise:
After the whole abduction accident, you'd kept your distance from your clownish friend; still a little scared of him. You did forgive him, but you couldn't trust him again. Not after what he'd done. It would take time and patience - especially because he'd gone from a friendly father-figure to a psychotic predator in the space of a second. You even had nightmares about how he'd chased you, his evil laughter constantly echoing in your mind.

"Lollipop?" You jumped as Penny's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, the clown looking at you in concern.

"S-Sorry! What did you say?" You nervously spoke, trying to calm your racing heartbeat down.

"You just looked a little pale. Did you have another nightmare?" He fretted.

"I...I can't remember." You bit your lip and avoided the question, acting kind of shady.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Pennywise shook his head - knowing that you had.

"Okay, okay! Maybe I had one, but it doesn't mean anything." You gave in and half-told the truth.

"It means you're still afraid of me." He softly pointed out.

"Everyone has bad dreams Penny, I'm not scared of you." You comforted him gently, and even gave him a hug.

"I know you are. I can see it in your eyes." Penny was incredibly insecure about hurting you; knowing that he'd crossed the line last time.

"I'm not. Anyway, I need to get ready for school. Talk to you later." You pecked his cheek before motioning him to leave - not wanting him to watch you change.

"See you soon, peaches." He brightened up a tiny bit from the kiss and then vanished from sight, giving you your privacy.

After stretching and stifling a yawn, you sleepily stumbled over to your wardrobe; wanting to select an outfit for school today. You decided on a pastel pink crop top with long sleeves and slightly ripped denim jeans, finishing it off with pink Vans. You applied pink lip gloss and a tad of mascara, just to perfect the cute look. Then you grabbed your flowery backpack and left for school, accompanied by both of your sisters.

"You look pretty today, (Y/n)." Hailey praised kindly, holding her satchel with one hand and her phone with the other.

"Thanks, I just-

"I bet she got dressed up for a boy." Hannah teased in amusement, catching you by surprise.

"What? No!" You weakly protested.

"Is that a blush? It so is!"

"No it's not!"

"So who's the lucky boy?" Hailey giggled.

"No one!" You huffed defensively, rolling your eyes and stalking forwards more.

"Is it Jay? Oliver? Ralph?" You smacked Hannah on the shoulder after she named a few boys from your class; half-annoying you and half-amusing you.

"I just got dressed, okay? Can we drop it please?" You groaned and both girls snickered, sharing a look.

"Aww! Our baby sister is all flustered." Hannah cooed playfully.

"Shove off! Just because you guys are older than me doesn't mean you can be stupid." You grumbled, crossing the road.

"Did you hear that Hannah? We can't be stupid." Hailey laughed outright and ruffled your hair.

"Love you sis." Hannah kissed your forehead as they left for their class - their lesson on the other side of the school.

"Love you too!" You called after them, waving wildly and then walking to your class. It was a five minute walk but because you were late there was no one in the hallway; causing you to feel a little lonely.

"You got dressed up for a human boy?" Penny appeared next to you and look betrayed, pushing a red balloon into your direction.

"Ughhhh! No! Why does everything think that? Goddammit!" You growled a little, growing annoyed.

"So you didn't?" He looked happy as he easily kept pace with you.

"I didn't, okay? Why do you care?" You confirmed in irritation - quickening your pace. Your breath caught in your throat when he loosely pinned you against the wall, his golden eyes glittering with relief.

"Because I like you. And you know my views on humans as a whole." Pennywise hugged you protectively, pleased by the news.

"Not all humans are bad." You patiently argued and got out of his grasp.

"Most are, sweet-pea. We both know this." He shook his head seriously.

"It's not true-"

"Your mother, those kidnappers, those pathetic girls-"

"They...Well they were just unfortunate people."

"And just how many more "unfortunate" people are you going to meet?" Pennywise challenged sarcastically, tagging behind you when you began to walk again.

"Drop it Penny." You muttered.

"You know I'm right. People are just accidents waiting to happen. I'm the only one who-"

"Who what? Who ate people in front of me? Who dragged me into the sewers and terrified me? People aren't the problem here Pennywise." You exploded as you finally reached your class.

He didn't say anything; but fear did stir a little when you threw a glance behind you. The clown was bitterly staring at the floor, his scary appearance threatening to show. His eyes were switching between scarlet and marigold, your words really getting to him as he struggled to stay calm.

"I'm going to class. See you later." You stalked past him and entered your classroom, uttering a "Sorry I'm late" to the teacher.

When you sat down, you gawked at your desk in surprise; someone had put dozens of gifts on it! There was a huge hamper of sweets, some swiftly wrapped presents and a red heart-shaped balloon - a small card sat in front of it all. The card had your name written on it in swirly calligraphy. Who had done this? Why?

"Um, Alice? Do you know who put this stuff on my desk? Did you see them?" You wondered in a whisper, as to not alert the teacher.

"What stuff? There's nothing there." She replied, her tone hushed whilst she tried to focus on the lesson.

"What do you mean? It's crowding my desk!" Your eyes widened and you gave yourself a pinch - now really confused.

"Are you feeling alright (Y/n)? Do you want me to get the nurse?" Alice looked concerned, causing you to backtrack.

"No, no! I just-"

"(Y/n)! Alice! Do you want a detention or do you want to pay attention and pass your test?" The teacher barked at you both irritably.

"Sorry Miss." You quietly apologised, murmuring a quick sorry to Alice too.

During the lesson you picked at the sweets discreetly, secretly pleased by the little presents. Perhaps Pennywise was the cause of this? But you'd snapped at him...so if this was him it was a very sweet gesture. Maybe you should apologise after school...

So when the day finally ended, you walked over to your locker and switched your books out - making sure you had the right books for tomorrow. You hummed Money by That Poppy under your breath as you did so, sliding your chemistry and history books into your bag before shutting the locker. Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned to see a boy in the grade above you - his expression slightly shy.

"Hi, do I know you?" You acted friendly and leaned against your locker, waiting for his reply.

"Um, not really. Well not at all, actually. My name's Wesley and I'm in the class above yours." He introduced as he ran a hand through his blonde locks nervously.

"Nice to meet you Wesley, my name's-"

"(Y/n), I know. I've seen you around a lot and learnt your name...Sorry if that sounded creepy. I just um...wanted to tell you that I think you're pretty cool." Wesley grinned earnestly. His blue eyes were extremely attractive - this boy having the perfect popular boy look. But you guessed he was too timid for such avid attention.

As you talked to Wesley, Pennywise grew more and more jealous; teleporting next to you and trying to distract you. He didn't like that you were being so nice to a human - wouldn't you learn from your past mistakes and see how your own race wasn't to be trusted? He tried giving you different coloured balloons, giving you hugs and even talking over him.

"Stop it Penny! You're being rude and I'm trying to talk to him." You thought, aggravated by your friend's blatant lack of manners.

"But he'll hurt you! I can't let him hurt my little lollipop, I can't, I can't, I can't!" Pennywise grew too agitated and began his transformation back into the nightmarish version of himself.

"Please Pennywise, you're going to have to trust me! Don't use that form, it really freaks me out - just believe that I can take care of myself. Please." You begged in panic, forcing a smile whilst you continued your conversation with Wesley.

"I do trust you. It's not you I don't trust." He muttered sourly, reverting back to his normal self.

"I know you view humans as a food source and nothing else, but some of them are really nice people. My foster parents and sisters are, aren't they? Not everyone is out to get me, so you need to calm yourself down." You
thought in a soothing tone and he debated on it.

"Gumdrop, I-."

"For me?" You pleaded cutely.

"I'll think about it. I just want to protect you, you're my little sugar-bear." Penny engulfed you in a hug, his ruffles tickling your face.

"I know." You affectionately smiled; forgetting about being mad at him.

"You know I like you?" Wesley finished talking and you froze, also forgetting that you were talking to two people.

"I, uh, I mean, it was kinda obvious by how shy you were being to me. It was cute though." You hurriedly responded, flushing.

"Nice recovery." Penny noted as he stood next to you.

"It was? Dang, I guess I look like a bit of an idiot. I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out sometime too." Wesley laughed awkwardly and ran a hand through his blonde hair, the two of you being alone in the hallway.

"Hang out? I'd rather rip his intestines out." Penny growled; becoming possessive again.

"Careful Penny, exercise self-control." You patiently told him.

"Hanging out sounds cool, what do you want to do?" You stopped leaning on the locker and instead brushed your hair behind your ear, a little shy yourself now.

"Self-control? Sugar I'm a monster that feeds on your kind, I don't use something as common as self-control!" Pennywise was calm one second but angry the next - having wild mood swings as he tried to control his clinginess.

"Why don't you just wait for me at home?" You planned placidly - trying to keep him relatively happy.

"And leave you alone with him?!" He almost snapped then and there, his eyes angry.

"Then wait outside. If you control yourself we can walk home together and even get some ice cream or something. Deal?" You faintly bribed the clown as you focused your attention back on Wesley. Penny didn't say anything, only vanishing in a fit of black smoke.

"Maybe we could maybe see a movie? Y'know if you wanted to..." Wesley offered.

"I'd love to. I have to get going now but here's my phone number, so text me later 'kay?" You wrote down your number on a piece of paper and passed it to him, smiling.

"Definitely. See you around (Y/n)." He waved cheerily before walking away, slipping the paper into his pocket.

"(Y/n)! Finally! What took you so long?" Hannah and Hailey were waiting for you; Hailey looking slightly irritated.

"I'm gonna wait for a friend. Sorry for making you wait!" You excused yourself sheepishly. They huffed and started to walk home, but you knew they weren't really that mad.

"Is that friend me? Or is there another boy trying to take you away from me?" Penny's jealous voice came from behind you and you turned to see him sulking.

"It's you Penny. C'mon, let's go get some ice cream!" You took ahold of his hand as you tugged him towards the school gates, a smile spreading across your face.

"Why are you so happy? It's that boy isn't it?" He scowled but held your hand securely - definitely liking the closeness.

"No dummy, it's you. I didn't think monsters got jealous like humans, it's kinda cute. Now stop being so huffy." You giggled, amused by him.

"I'm not huffy-!"

"Yes you are."

"I'm just protecting-."

"Shhhh, don't ruin the moment. Look there's the ice cream truck!" You pulled him towards the vehicle and tried your best to brighten the atmosphere - happy that he was now relatively relaxed.

Norman Bates:
You checked in on Norman a few times the next day, even managing the hotel for him whilst he slept and recovered from his stressful snap. It was fairly easy to check people in and help them with luggage - you were almost beginning to enjoy yourself. Almost. You were still a little on edge due to the clingy boy's sorrowful showdown the other day; not sure whether to trust him. The next time you checked on Norman, his eyes were open and flooded with tears - the teen boy faintly crying.

"Why are you crying? Are you in pain?" You sat on the edge of the bed and pressed your hand against his forehead, feeling how heated it was.

"Y-You didn't l-leave...You d-didn't l-leave me..." He stuttered feebly, his blue eyes gazing into yours with adoration.

"You weren't well - it wouldn't've been fair to leave you. But I'm not staying indefinitely, so please try not to get too attached to me." You sternly spoke as you studied him. He wasn't overly sick; he'd just made himself too het-up.

"H-How could I-I not? I r-really like y-you." Norman whispered, idolising you like he did his mother.

"I know you do, but I'm going to leave eventually. My mother is probably worried sick and I have no idea where Laura is - not that I care too much, because she somehow always gets on my nerves." You rolled your eyes and finished checking him over, going to stand up again. Norman's hand curled around your wrist and stopped you from moving - scared that you were leaving.

"P-Please don't l-leave." He worried weakly.

"I'm not leaving, I was just-."

"Y-You were, y-you were!" The teen started panicking, hugging your whole arm by now.

"Norman. Listen to me. I was only going to manage the hotel for you, trust me." You patiently replied.

"T-Then let me c-come too. P-Please." Norman pleaded and sprung up; swinging his feet to the side as he got out of bed.

"You need rest, you're not well." You were genuinely concerned about his wellbeing - seeing how sick he was.

"I'm fine!" He protested.

"You're deathly pale, you've got dark circles under your eyes and you're tired. Please stop straining yourself." You responded gently, making him shake his head.

"I-I'm okay, really! J-Just don't l-leave me a-alone - I'll panic a-and t-think you've l-left for g-good. Please don't d-do that!" Norman grew more upset as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a childlike hug.

"Hey, hey...don't get yourself worked up, it's not good for your health. I guess you can come along - but take it easy, alright?" You decided and he beamed.

"I won't, I won't." He promised eagerly, following you to the door.

You flashed him a placid smile, still worried about him. The fact that he panicked about being alone and overworked on a daily basis...it just wasn't right. He was mentally unstable, which saddened you. Still, where had your sister gone off too? It wasn't like her to just leave. Perhaps she thought you'd left without her - you shouldn't dwell on such meaningless matters though, you have a motel to run.

"Alright Norman, what's the first thing you do?" You asked the shy teen, both of you being behind the desk in the lobby area.

"W-Well I u-usually clean e-each room that's n-not being used, w-whilst keeping a-an eye on-on the lobby...y-y'know, in case a-anyone comes." He timidly replied.

"Ah right. Well I'll do the cleaning, and you man the counter, 'kay?" You planned as you stretched your arms.

"I-I can do the c-cleaning, it's no t-trouble-"

"No. You're not well - I'm not budging on this, Norman." You stubbornly shook your head and squeezed his shoulder before going into the office.

You found the list of currently being used rooms and went about cleaning the unused ones - changing the sheets and whatnot. You fluffed the pillows, sprayed and wiped the windows, hoovered the floor and made sure it shone spotlessly. Once you'd finished the last room Norman came to check on you, his eyes widening at the clean rooms.

"G-Goodness, i-it's so clean. I-It's even t-tidier than u-usual." He stammered in surprise, his gaze skimming across the space.

"Well when I do a job, I make sure to give it a hundred and ten percent!" You proudly grinned; placing the hoover back in the broom closet.

"T-Thank you (Y-Y/n), y-you're helping s-so much." Norman thanked gratefully.

"No problem! So what's next?" You wiped the sweat off of your forehead as you walked down the hallway, Norman tagging next to you.

"Th-Then I m-make br-breakfast for t-the guests." He said the next thing on the to-do list bashfully - both of you going into the kitchen.

"I can handle that too. All you have to do is take it out to them, is that alright?" You offered, grabbing an apron from the clothes rack and tying your hair up.

"Y-You've done s-so much a-already..." Norman hesitated.

"You need to take it easy, so I don't mind doing this for you. But remember, I'm only staying a week - just to get you back on your feet." You repeated seriously, making his happy face crumble a bit.

"R-Right." He mumbled in a dejected manner as he looked down. You suppressed a sigh and waited for Norman to get the breakfast orders from the guests, flicking the ovens on so they could warm up.

The orders flooded in and soon you were busy frying and cooking food, the kitchen growing steamy. Luckily you'd worked in a busy food place before, so you were skilled in the culinary area. The only thing that slowly annoyed you was how close Norman was next to you; the quiet boy hovering by your side and acting clingy. It was genuinely frustrating. Having someone idolise you frequently was cute and all, but you didn't want an accident to happen in the kitchen - what with all the hot equipment.

"Norman, would you mind stepping back? I'm afraid you'll accidentally get hurt." You tried to keep your tone level, serving another plate to him with speed.

"I-I just like t-to be c-close to you." His face was earnest - making him look like a loyal puppy.

"I...I know. And I appreciate it...really. But there are hungry guests out there." You pointed out as you watched him leave with the plate of food. A few seconds of peace.

You started frying some bacon, the pan spitting at you as the flames licked the bottom of the utensil; the meat turning a reddish-brown. You moved the pan away from the heat and swiftly turned - meaning to put the bacon onto another plate. But Norman was back by your side, causing you to jump and drop the pan. You tried to catch it and burnt your hand, a small cry slipping through your lips. The pan clattered to the ground, the bacon splattering onto the floor and becoming unserviceable.

"I-I'm so s-sorry (Y/n), I w-was just-"

"It's fine. I just need some space." You interrupted him stiffly, going to the tap and washing your hand - cooling off the burn.

Norman nodded and fell silent, struggling not to break down again. He just felt so happy near you, but now his good intentions were only irritating you. He kept serving the food - however this time he kept his distance. Once breakfast was over and done with, you walked towards your room; grabbing a book and going into the breakfast room. You curled up on one of the sofas, flicking through to the page you were on and getting engrossed in your book.

Reading always calmed you down, and at the moment you needed to clear your head. Norman didn't do it on purpose. You didn't want to lash out at him - it wasn't fair. He wasn't the one that hurt you, even if he was standing too close. His intentions were sweet. Your hand began to hurt whilst you read and you eventually couldn't hold the book anymore; the burn itching and stinging all at once.

"(Y-Y/n)-?" Norman's nervous voice caught your attention and you looked up, seeing him hold a tray of food. Crap, you missed breakfast!

"Hey Norman. What's up?" Your voice wobbled a little, the pain getting to you.

"I-I'm so sorry. Y-You got h-hurt because o-of me. I h-hope you can f-forgive me." He stumbled over his words as he set the tray down, sitting down next to you.

"It wasn't your fault." You said quietly.

"I-It was. I w-was a-annoying, s-so let me h-help you." Norman picked up a cold compress off of the tray and gently took your hand - pressing the cool pad against your skin. Once the burn had cooled down, he brought out a box of bandages and wrapped it around your hand; tying the ends together delicately.

"I don't understand why you're so...so clingy. I don't hate you for it or anything - I'm just confused. How come you never try to make friends? Even if you're an introvert, you can still make online friends." You awkwardly brought it up; hesitant that he'd take offence.

"I-I've never been g-good at m-making friends. P-People always m-mock my s-stuttering, or i-insult my m-mother." He sounded sad, which only made you feel guilty about asking such a straightforward question.

"Well shame on them, because I think your stuttering isn't a problem at all." You comforted him sweetly.

"T-That's very k-kind of you t-to say." Norman grew flustered and cheered up, passing the tray he placed down before over to you.

"What's this?" You looked at the tray as your stomach rumbled. Mmm...food. There was a plate of waffles; a pot of jam and a pot of cream on the side.

"I-It's for y-you. Y-You missed b-breakfast, s-silly." Norman chuckled softly.

"Aww, thank you." You gave him a little hug, touched by his adorable attempts to be nice to you.

"N-No problem! I-I know i-it's a s-simple br-breakfast, but I-I thought it w-would c-cheer you u-up." His happy smile returned and you smiled too.

"It certainly did." You agreed as you started to eat, munching on the sugary food hungrily.

"I-It was m-my m-mother's f-favourite b-breakfast dish." Norman opened up tenderly; still standing instead of sitting down.

"Speaking of which, where is your mother? I don't think I've seen her around." You unconsciously looked around whilst you asked, curious about her whereabouts.

"W-What do y-you mean? S-She's been w-with us the-the whole t-time!" He grew wildly on edge - his eyes constricting due to his unstable state.

"Norman, it's just been us two...I haven't even met your mother." You stopped eating and stood up; nervous about his mental health. His mother clearly wasn't here, so why-

"D-Don't lie t-to me! S-She's alive! S-She's alive a-and sh-she's s-speaking to me r-right now!" Norman's voice rose several pitches as his cheeks flushed bright pink.

"You're going to give yourself a fever, p-please calm down!" You worried.

"B-But how i-is she t-talking to me...i-if I-" Norman's voice went weaker whilst he collapsed to the ground; his body not being able to handle the stress.

"-If I-I killed h-her-?" He blacked out a few seconds after and fell silent - making you panic.

"Norman? Norman! Can you hear me?" You called urgently, crouching down and holding him in your arms.

Pressing a hand against his forehead, you felt the new fever radiating from his skin. He was burning up at a rapidly fast pace; he must've overworked himself. Wrapping one arm around his waist, you placed his arm around your neck and helped him back to his room, anxious about his health. After making sure he was alright, you thought back to the conversation - a certain sentence causing you to freeze.

"B-But how i-is she t-talking to me...i-if I-" "-If I-I killed h-her-?" Just what was he implying? What did Norman do his mother? The mother he supposedly adored? The sinister feeling behind his question made your blood run cold, your gut instinct not liking the answer.

Hannibal Lecter:
After Hannibal made you a sweet breakfast of crepes and strawberries he showed you around the house; giving you the grand tour of his estate. It was a wonderful living space, the rooms gleaming and spotless as you got shown them. The music room was filled with elegant instruments, the spare study looked helpful and tidy, the bathroom shone from the sink all the way to the posh-looking tub and the kitchen was sleek, chic and magnifique.

He didn't show you his bedroom or his study, but you respected his privacy and didn't even think twice about it. Why should you? It wasn't any of your business and you were polite enough not to pry. He showed you the parlour room next; the luxurious living room looking lovely as the natural colour scheme fit with the rest of the house. The furniture was a mix of gentle grey, milky-white and breezy beige - everything in the room matching one way or another.

"You have such a beautiful house, it's simply breathtaking." You praised in awe, your eyes flickering around the calming environment.

"I appreciate the considerate compliments about my living space." Hannibal smiled and leaned against the door frame, his arms loosely folded.

"So what now? Is the tour officially finished?" You turned to face him as you wondered if you two were done or not.

"Not quite. There's still the library and the garden." He replied pleasantly.

"Mind showing me?" You timidly asked, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"It would be my pleasure. This way, mademoiselle." Hannibal motioned towards the hallway in a friendly way and made sure to match your pace, the peaceful silence settling over both of you.

He showed you the library next; opening the door with one precise hand movement and letting you go in first. The room was exquisite, millions of books lining the shelves as the dim wall lamps gave the room a soft glow of light. Two fancy leather sofas were in the middle of the room, facing each other whilst a glass table sat in between them. A crystal vase was delicately placed on the table - the vase consisting of gorgeous white lilies.

"T-This is...This is just..." You couldn't form a sentence - the library being too amazing.

"I know." Hannibal was amused by your speechless state, standing behind you.

"S-So many books...It's so...so..."

"I know." He repeated dryly; his smugness seeping through his voice.

"Wow." You half-whispered.

"I want you to know that you can enter the library at any time, whether it's night or day, late or early - you have full permission, ma chére." Hannibal gently offered, and your eyes widened.

"Are you serious? B-But there's so many books...Aren't you afraid I might damage one of them?" You were taken aback by his generous offer, staring at him in shock.

"And how might you damage them, my dear?" He questioned wryly - not believing that you could.

"W-What if I accidentally ripped a page? O-Or spilt something on them?"

"You're a very cautious girl, (Y/n), I doubt you'd create a tear in the page. And as for the spilling comment, I'm sure you wouldn't be so careless around such fine literature."

"W-Well what if I'm one of those annoying people who dog-ears?"

"I'm pretty sure I have some bookmarks for you to use ins-"

"B-But what if-"

"(Y/n)-"

"What if I put a book back in the wrong place-?!"

"(Y/n), let me talk." His voice turned stern as he placed a hand on your shoulder; causing you to shut up instantly.

"I-I'm sorry." You squeaked nervously.

"The more you overthink, the more you're going to stress your body out - we talked about this in one of our previous sessions. I trust you with these books, so please relax. Breathe." Hannibal advised softly, shooting you a sweetened smile.

"Right." You nodded - still feeling on edge.

"Why don't you pick one out? It'll soothe your mind and engage you in an interesting activity." He lightly guided you towards the shelves whilst you tried to steady yourself.

Pick one of the books...Pick one of the books...There were just so many - how were you meant to just choose one? Your eyes scanned the shelves carefully; wanting to select a book that would interest you. Hmm...Suddenly one caught your eye, your hand automatically reaching for it. It was a dark leather book, a thin gold trim decorating the spine.

You were about to pull the book out when Hannibal grasped your wrist and gently shook his head; meaning he didn't want you to take it. Wonder why? You tilted your head but let go, respectful of his decision. He flashed you an apologetic smile this time - trying to distract you from his strange behaviour.

"That book's a little...outdated for someone like you. You wouldn't enjoy it." His smile became strained as it twisted into a discreet smirk - causing him to look a little smug.

"O-Oh...okay...-I guess I'll-"

"How about this one? I noticed that you seemed to enjoy reading about different flowers and plants, so this one will prove to be enjoyable." Hannibal cut you off and then passed you a different book; one about nature.

"T-Thank you. I'm sure I'll have fun reading it." You took the book from him and held it close to your chest, hugging it as you eyed the dark-haired male in front of you. It was almost like he knew how suspicious he was making himself look, because he smiled again.

"Why don't we go see the garden and we can get to know each other a tad more?" He suggested smoothly.

"Sure." You shyly agreed, still a bit wary. Why did it feel like he was hiding something? Maybe that book had answers in it-

"Come along, ma chére." Hannibal held his hand out and you - now holding the book with one hand - took it, liking the sudden warmth.

Your delicate fingers entwined with his, his hand fitting into yours like a perfect puzzle. It calmed you down and you let him lead you out of the library, liking the peaceful atmosphere of his home. Hannibal opened the backdoor, motioning for you to go first as he released your hand. Your mouth fell open when you saw his garden - the beautiful space ahead of you leaving you in complete wonder.

The long stretch of grass was pristine and tidy, with the exception of the pink leaves falling from the cherry blossom trees. The sakura trees were mixed in with regular trees - the floating leaves being a combination of emerald and bubblegum. A fancy gazebo was at the back of the garden; a marble table and matching white chairs being inside the little building.

Fragile, yet flashy flowers bloomed along the borders as their petals drifted towards the placid pond - the small body of water glimmering in the daylight and adding to the serenity of the garden. It was a soothing sight to see; the garden truly being a tranquil place to be.

"You'll catch flies if you leave those lovely lips open." Hannibal shook his head and grinned before sending a wink your way.

"I-Uh-Right. I-I was just-"

"Your flustered state is extremely refreshing, did you know that? Now come, let's go into the gazebo - it's sheltered from the slight breeze and falling leaves." Hannibal walked you to the gazebo and pulled a chair out for you - acting like a real gentleman.

"T-Thank you." You blushed a light shade of peony, embarrassed by his compliment and his pleasantries. He sat opposite you and clasped his hands together on top of the table, his dark eyes trained to yours in an intense fashion.

"So, what would you like to talk about? It's entirely up to you, my dear." Hannibal passed the reigns of the conversation over to you - making you feel even more awkward.

"W-Well I don't know much about you. Maybe we could talk about...y-you...?" Your uncertainty made your reply a question as you tensed up. Maybe he'd be annoyed by your answer - perhaps he wouldn't want to talk about himself-

"Fair enough. What do you want to know?" He smiled and rested his chin on his hands, allowing you to ask any question you wanted.

"What about...your parents? What were they like?" You wondered.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Hannibal chuckled whilst he awaited your reaction.

"Wait, huh? What do you mean? You never met them?" You suddenly felt bad for asking such a blunt question, your cheeks growing hot.

"I have not, no. I was orphaned at a young age and raised by my uncle Robertus. Then, when I turned sixteen, I was raised by my aunt - Lady Murasaki." He patiently explained, not moving position one bit.

"Oh. Well they were nice, weren't they?" You tried to shift the conversation towards a nicer point - still feeling awkward.

"They took adequate care of me." Hannibal nodded as stray leaves flitted into the gazebo. Not enough to disturb the two of you - it was actually a pretty sight.

"What about hobbies? What do you do for fun?" You probed curiously; wanting to know what Hannibal had for interests.

"I'm interested in many things, (Y/n) dearest; the culinary arts, intellectual literature, the fine arts, music - the list goes on." He carefully listed.

"You like cooking?" You were interested to hear that, having a slight interest in cooking yourself.

"I pride myself on being able to create delectable yet somewhat different dishes." That strange smirk had returned, the same one that sent secret chills down your spine and made you feel uneasy.

"I...see. What do you...dislike then?" You asked; on edge.

"I loathe rude people, they irritate me immensely. Banality is also a troubling issue for me, along with animal cruelty. I have no taste for animal cruelty, which is why I employ an ethical butcher." Hannibal finished in a smart way - peaking your interest further.

"An ethical butcher? Be kind to animals and then eat them?" You didn't understand, being as innocent and kind as you were.

"I'm afraid I insist on it. No need for unnecessary suffering. Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself." He offhandedly added and you lapsed into silence - a little put out by the sharpness of the subject.

"I do apologise, I made this conversation a bit too dismal." Hannibal noticed your silence and gave a sincere apology, flashing another charming smile.

"No, no, you're right. It's better to put animals out of their pain straightaway, rather than making them suffer. I just prefer not to think about it." You spoke in a tiny voice and messed with a lock of your hair; feeling the awkwardness in the atmosphere grow.

"You've got that child-like innocence, what with the way you think. That's not a negative aspect however, just an unsafe one." He reached across the table and grasped your hands, stroking your skin with his thumbs softly as he tried to comfort you.

"I guess." You mumbled insecurely.

"Why don't we head back inside and delve into the world of fine literature? It'll pass the remaining time we have before our midday meal." Hannibal proposed as he let go of your hands and stood up, offering one of his hands to you.

"Sure. I'd like that." You smiled and took his hand, pleased by the pleasant plan. It was interesting to learn about Hannibal - it felt like you were getting to know him. And that made you happy. But what was in that leather book? And why didn't he let you open it?

BAM! Sorry it took so long guys - I was super busy with doing covers, finishing the Freddy Krueger x Reader [Sequel], hosting the Dead By Daylight KYF Event Every Friday 7-9pm (BST Time) [On PC], and doing in real life things too. Glad to finally have this up! Hope you enjoyed, and have a snazzy Wednesday/Thursday my dudes! -Cam💕

**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💙