Michael Myers:
Tears dripped from your eyes as you held Laurie's corpse to your chest, mourning the loss of your only and closest friend. Why would this man kill her? Laurie was a sweet person; she didn't have any enemies. This time you HAD to ring the police. Wait...what if this guy had it out for you too?! Miles!

Hurrying home, you saw that your front door had been forced open too; making you freak out further. You rushed in and saw him knocked out - but not killed - on the floor, a blue bruise swelling on the side of his head.

"Miles! Who did this to you?" You moaned in distress, checking his pulse and his warmth.

Yep. Definitely alive and still breathing. Thank fuck for that. The attacker must still be in the house somewhere! Grabbing your brother's baseball bat, you held it up threateningly as you walked to the stairs. You slowly advanced up the stairs, your breath shaky and your heart racing. You were going to avenge Laurie...and her parents...and going to make him pay for hurting Miles!

You checked the whole upstairs, but he wasn't there. Weird. You went into your bedroom after searching the rest of the house, lowering your weapon whilst you sat in front of your dressing table, wiping your eyes. You had to be brave! You had to find this son of a bitch!

A white mask flickered into your mirror but your reaction time was too slow; resulting in an arm being slung around your waist and a rough hand being clapped over your mouth. No! You bit his hand viciously, causing him to stumble back and allowing you precious seconds to get-the-fuck-out.

Sprinting down the stairs, you left the house and tried to find help, although it was hard because it was nighttime.

"Help me! Somebody help me please!" You screamed in desperation, but both the adults and the kids thought you were pretending; presumably because it was Halloween.

"You don't understand - I'm being chased! I'm going to die!" You yelled angrily, catching the attention of an elderly individual.

"Are you being serious? Or is this a Halloween prank?" He kept his tone cautious and alert.

"I'm serious! This guy in-in a white mask, he just killed my best friend Laurie Strode and her parents! Why won't anyone believe me?" You were half-crying when the man pulled you into a hug.

"Laurie Strode? Dammit, he got to her before I could stop him. My name is Dr. Samuel Loomis, I was a psychiatrist at Smith's Grove Sanitarium. The person who murdered your friend was her brother, Michael Myers." Dr. Loomis explained gravely, grasping your shoulder as he guided you away from the streets.

"But Laurie doesn't have a brother, she's an only child." You choked out confusedly.

"She was adopted by the Strode's. Laurie Strode is actually Cynthia Myers, sister of Judith Myers and Michael Myers. Michael murdered his older sister and returned to kill his younger sister, Laurie. Sadly, it seems like he accomplished his mission." Loomis told you the truth with a bitter edge to his tone.

"But now he's after me! What do I do?" You panicked, realising that you were now being hunted by a serial killer.

"I'll take you to the Police Station - hopefully you'll be safe for a while there. But if he is after you, he'll never give up. You're his new obsession." He paused outside Laurie's house, motioning you to follow him inside.

"I-I can't, I don't want to see her corpse. Not again. I hate knowing she's dead." You wept and he hesitated.

"I wish I didn't have to force you to come with me, but if I leave you out here alone Michael might try something. So it's best if you come along." Loomis said uncomfortably, bringing out a handgun.

"O-Okay..." You gave in as you followed him into her house, stifling a sob.

"I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me where the bodies are and then wait in Laurie's room until I'm done?" He tried to make it easier on you.

"Sure. They're...They're in Mrs Strode's study. Second door on the left upstairs." You instructed quietly, your shock and grief switching to emotional numbness.

"Thank you." Dr. Loomis nodded before disappearing upstairs; cocking his weapon.

You also went upstairs, but instead entered Laurie's room, inhaling the flower-scented room. She loved using her floral room spray to lighten up the atmosphere. In fact she used to tell you how it made studying more relaxing.

"Oh Laurie..." You whispered, your eyes brimming with fresh tears as you sat on the edge of her bed.

You looked around her bedroom a few minutes, noting down everything so you could cherish the memories you two had in there. A sudden shout from Dr. Loomis made you bolt out of the room, heading to the study.

It shocked you to see him battling the masked male, the killer acting vicious and cold towards the old man. Loomis shot at Michael, but the bullet did nothing to slow him down.

"Stop it! Leave him alone! Haven't you done enough?!" You raged grievingly, standing in front of the Doctor and pushing your hands into a T shape.

"No (Y/n), get back! He'll stab you!" Dr. Loomis tried to warn worriedly, but stopped when he noticed how Michael would not touch you.

"You've hurt everyone I care about! Why won't you stop?!" You teared up in front of him; not even caring that you were standing up to a serial killer.

Dr. Loomis's eyes widened as Michael tilted his head to the side, obviously perplexed by your misery. He'd never felt emotion or any kind of feelings towards another human being, so to him you were acting unusual. Michael went to wrap his arms around your smaller form - to comfort you in his deranged way - but Loomis took it as a dangerous sign; aiming his gun at the killer once more.

He shot at Michael several times, groaning in frustration when he ran out of bullets. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the silent stalker, trying to get you out of harm's way. This only provoked the murderer, so he seized Dr. Loomis by the neck and slammed him against the wall in anger. How dare his old psychiatrist try to take his flower?

You were so precious.
You were so pretty.
You must be kept safe.
And to Michael that meant with him, away from everyone else in the world.

"No! Michael don't you dare! Stop killing everyone!" You howled, heartbroken as you watched him end the life of Dr. Loomis.

He threw the old man's body to the floor like he couldn't care less, satisfied by how he'd stopped his irritating opponent. He'd ended his bloodline. His mission was complete. Now...

"No...leave me alone! You hear me? Just leave me alone!" You grew hysterical and backed away, panicking intensely.

Michael shook his head, his grip on his steely knife tightening as he forced you into a corner. As soon as that wall hit your back you knew you were fucked; causing you to cry from grief and fear. Every slow step he took towards you made you feel weaker, eventually causing you to collapse. All the adrenaline and stress and sorrow you felt from this evening wiped you out - made you faint.

That just made Michael's job way easier, the male bending down to pick up your unconscious form. You were so beautiful whilst you were asleep, your soft skin and lovely locks only making him more obsessed with you.

~H i s    l i t t l e   f l o w e r    w a s   a l l       s a f e   n o w ~

He carried you all the way to the Myers house, going unnoticed by the all the trick-or-treaters and other residents of Haddonfield. Michael took you into the basement of his old home and propped your body up against Judith's tombstone. Hopefully you'd wake up soon, he wanted to gaze into your gorgeous (e/c) eyes~

Hours later your eyes fluttered faintly open, your vision blurry at first. What had happened? Where were you? Then you screamed as you saw the dusty headstone behind you; why was a gravestone here? Was it for you?!

You tried to shuffle away on your ass, only to bump into a dead body. Laurie's. Giving another horrified screech, you also saw her parents' corpses and Dr. Loomis'.

"Oh god, no! This has to be some sick nightmare - wake me up, wake me up, wake me up!" You sobbed frantically, hiding your face in your knees.

After a few minutes of crying, you forced yourself to look around, terrified and lonely. You saw his pale mask looming from the shadows and freaked out, hugging your knees in alarm.

"Please...I don't know what I did to deserve this...but please let me go. I don't want to be here. I want to go home..." Your voice cracked on the last word of your devastating plea as you shook from fright.

"Stay back." You nervously ordered when Michael approached; his expression never changing.

"I...I mean it!" Your tone grew more desperate, tiredness seeping into your words.

You watched with wide eyes as he let go of his weapon, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. Michael then dropped to his knees, wishing there was some way to communicate with you. But he was mute, so how was he supposed to calm you down? Then Michael got an idea. He left and then returned with an old-looking notepad and a black biro, beginning to scribble out a message.

It took him several tries and nearly made him break the pen in anger, but he did it; passing it to you with gentle hands. You nervously took it from him, your eyes trying to read the sloppy handwriting.

YOᑌ'ᖇE ᔕᗩᖴE ᑎOᗯ. IT'ᔕ OK.

"It's okay...? It's okay?! Everything is not okay!" You snapped at him, almost in disbelief.

Does he not understand how his actions caused you a huge amount of pain and suffering? Does he not get how much you were hurting? Did he not perceive human nature? You let him take the notepad back and henceforth started a conversation with the killer.

I ᑭᖇOTEᑕTEᗪ YOᑌ. YOᑌ ᗰᑌᔕT ᗷE KEᑭT ᔕᗩᖴE.

"Safe from what? I should be kept safe from you! You killed my best friend Laurie, you murdered her parents, you knocked out my brother and you just caused the death of Dr. Loomis!" You bursted out emotionally, your heart hurting.

ᑕYᑎTᕼIᗩ ᕼᗩᗪ TO ᗪIE ᖴOᖇ TᕼE ᖇᗩGE TO GO ᗩᗯᗩY. ᒪOOᗰIᔕ TᖇIEᗪ TO TᗩKE YOᑌ ᗩᗯᗩY ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗰE. ᗷᑌT YOᑌ'ᖇE ᔕᗩᖴE ᑎOᗯ.

Why did Michael keep repeating that you're safe? And 'had to die for the rage to go away' ? None of it made any sense. You huffed and looked away from him, wanting him to let you go. The pale masked killer didn't understand; he'd explained himself - surely you weren't still mad at him?

"You're a...You're a complete sociopath. You took everyone away from me. And I have to get back to Miles, so-so I'm leaving." You defiantly spoke and climbed to your feet; intent on getting back to your brother.

In a flash Michael had grabbed your wrist, his grip like iron as he buried his face into it; as if he was pining for you to stay. This threw you off, making you terribly confused and wondering why this psychotic male was so affectionate towards you.

"Why do you even like me so much...?" You muttered, your cheeks flaming pink whilst you awaited his answer.

He didn't say anything, only standing up slowly and wrapping his arms around your balletic figure. You didn't know it, but you were his  new Object of Obsession. And he was not letting you escape him. Ever.

Jason Voorhees:
You stared in complete horror at A.J 's corpse, her lifeless body just drifting across the darkened lake. He drowned her. He fucking drowned her. Oh god. You took a trembly step back, and then another before breaking out into a sprint; the urgency of escape increasing with every passing second.

A throwing knife whizzed past the side of your face as it got planted into a tree close to you, the thrower purposely missing. Who the fuck just threw a knife at you?! Glancing back, you paled when you saw an angry Jason jogging behind you.

"Stop! Leave me alone! You're scaring me!" You cried out, rushing into another cabin.

You slammed the door shut, locked it and even pulled the barricade over it; hugely afraid of Jason's fury. Backing away from the door, you grew nervous at the supposed silence. But that strange tranquility didn't last for long, because an axe tore through the wooden door.

You gave a scream and hurried to the other side of the cabin; where the other door was. It was already barred, but you needed to unbar it and unlock it to get out. Seizing ahold of the tough wooden barricade, you forced it back up, heaving a deep breath when you managed it. You were about to unlock the door when you realised it was deathly quiet, too silent for someone who was meant to be hunting you.

Whirling around, you froze as Jason was inches away from your face, water drops glistening on his mask whilst he stared at you. His dark eyes were full of rage; showing nothing but betrayal. He was obviously mad that you had escaped the locked room, because from his perspective you tried to escape on that boat with the other girl.

"You're mad at me...because it looked like I was trying to get on the motorboat with A. J." You whispered in realisation and he gave a dark nod.

"No, you don't understand - A. J. was trying to leave - I was trying to get her to stop and look for my friends with me." You explained fearfully, telling the truth.

Jason didn't believe you, too possessive and angry to think clearly; so he smashed the axe through the door, right next to your head. You cowered away, too scared to continue being rational. Grasping for the door handle, your shaking hand unlocked it and you fell backwards, now outside.

The masked killer was now livid at this point; why did you keep running away?! He was trying to protect you from those scummy friends of yours - you didn't need them and he certainly wouldn't let you go near them anymore.

Jason my boy, you need to catch her. Take her to the mine and keep her safe until she understands. Take the rest out.

Thankfully, his mother was giving him her usual, helpful advice, her soft tone soothing him. You were just confused and scared, that's all - he shouldn't take his anger out on you. Being misled isn't something to be punished for. He needed to keep you safe, away from the vermin.

You darted through the thick foliage, panting as you panicked. Was anyone else alive? Were your friends still here? Did anyone make it out? You gave a pained cry when you tripped over a large tree root, sprawling onto the ground.

Great, you just sprained your ankle. Tears of pain slipped down your flushed cheeks as you held your foot, shaking from stress and agony as you awaited your death. Surely Jason would kill you now for running away.

He appeared a few seconds later, concerned when he saw the swelling on your ankle. You clearly needed medical attention, so he bent down to help you; his heart in the right place for once. A harsh flare sent his head spinning, causing him to stumble away from you as his fury returned.

"(Y/n)! Shit, your ankle." You looked up dizzily to see Bugzy there, dropping the flare gun because it only had one shot - which he just used.

"B-Bugzy...?" You stuttered in shock, letting him help you up.

He wrapped one around around your waist, supporting you as you both managed to get away. You were limping - the injury on your ankle had dramatically swelled, to the point where you could only hobble.

"Am I glad I found you! I don't know what would've happened if I was a minute later." Bugzy said, relieved.

"I do; I would've died. Thank you Bugzy, you saved me." You breathed gratefully as he helped you into the Kenny's cabin.

"Hey, it's cool. No biggie." The jock tried to play it off, but secretly he was pleased by how he'd saved you.

Jason was boiling with anger; how dare this boy shoot at him? And the boy took you away from him too! He will not stand for this. Gripping his axe tightly, he stormed towards the middle, rage controlling his every action.

You gasped when Jason began to destroy the windows, the glass shards sticking up in the gaps dangerously. Now you couldn't escape through the windows.

"Bugzy, what do we do?!" You panicked, hugging the jock and burying your head into his chest.

When Jason caught you doing that he simply walked through the door, very close to snapping completely. He grabbed Bugzy by the neck and threw him through the broken window; the shards ripping through his skin and killing him effortlessly.

"Bugzy, no!" You were stunned; seeing your saviour just get killed in front of you.

You tried to get away from Jason once more but your ankle gave out, sending you flying towards the floor. With a groan you ended up half-lying on the ground, your head swimming with pain as you pushed yourself into a sitting position.

Jason came closer to you, dropping the axe to prove that he didn't want to hurt you. That jolted you out of your fear slightly, and after many shaky breaths you let him approach you.

"W...What do you want from me...?" You whimpered, holding your throbbing foot close to you.

He didn't answer; only bending down and curling one rough hand around your ankle, getting a better look at it. The pain was stinging up and down your entire leg, and the sudden gentleness from the silent male just made you cry.

"It...It really hurts! I've never twisted anything before. If you're not going to kill me...then please help me instead." You begged brokenly, quivering with exhaustion.

You were surprised that your plea worked, the killer giving a soft nod this time as he released your hurting ankle. Jason carefully picked you up bridal-style - trying not to touch your foot - and left the main cabin, carrying you with ease. At this point you were in complete surprise; unable to believe that a legendary killer was not only sparing you, but helping you out as well.

The waves of pain were steadily growing more powerful, and eventually you blacked out from the stinging sensation, your body going limp. The hockey-masked male noticed this and grew concerned, although his mother was telling him you were just worn out. His heart thumped unevenly as he looked down at you, his dark eyes scrutinising every detail of your face.

You looked so innocent and sweet; and mother told him you were a good person, which meant now he wouldn't be so lonely. Jason grew excited - he would finally have company, someone to praise him for his hard work and to become friends with. Yes. You would stay here with him forever.

He took you down into the mine, gently setting your body against the dirty wall. Then he cuffed you to it - it was just for a little while, until he knew you wouldn't run away. Jason left to go get a medkit and that's when you woke up, dazed and confused.

Wasn't he going to help you? Why were you shackled to a wall in some sort of underground lair? Was he going to torture you instead?!

Jason returned ten minutes later, holding a medkit between his hands as he came towards you, puzzled when you tried to edge away from him.

"Why-Why am I here? I wanted help! Not to be chained up like some sort of animal!" You complained miserably, your joints aching and your ankle sore.

He ignored your complaint, instead taking off your shoe and looking at your swelled foot; opening the medkit. You calmed down once you saw he was still trying to help, feeling timid whilst you let him hold your leg.

"How come...you're helping me...? And not...killing me...?" You questioned shyly.

Your question made him look up at you, his hazel orbs looking into yours with some kind of softness. He didn't say anything for a while, clearing his throat for a minute.

"Good...girl..." He spoke in a deep voice, petting your hair warmly.

You stiffened up, astonished as pink painted your cheeks. Did he just call you...a good girl...?

"H-Hey! I'm not a dog!" You protested feebly, and he chuckled; his laugh rumbling around the small cavern.

Jason started cleaning out your swollen ankle, placing gauze around it and then finally wrapping it up in a firm bandage. Then he passed you a bottle of water and a box of painkillers, trying to be as helpful as possible.

"T-Thank you...Jason." You faintly thanked, using your free hand to put a few pills in your mouth and then gulp down some water.

The pain eventually subsided and you could even move your foot a little; the bandage making your injury completely numb. You were very grateful for his help, your fear of Jason Voorhees cautiously going down.

"Can you let me out of these chains? I'd really like to go home now." You winced as you tried to pull your hand out of the cuffs.

Jason shook his head sternly, causing your eyes to widen. He didn't like trespassers, so surely by you going home it would only make him feel happier? Why was he keeping you trapped here?

"But then I wouldn't be trespassing! Besides, my mother will be super worried about me. It's best if I go home." You started to argue and swallowed your fear when you could see him getting irritated by the topic.

"N...o..." Jason stubbornly growled, slamming his machete into the wall in a childish tantrum.

"You can't keep me here against my will! That's a physical abuse of human rights!" You scolded smartly.

He shot you a smug look, one that read: Just watch me. You glared at him, half-annoyed and half-upset; needing to get back home.

Jason had a devious grin spread across his disfigured face underneath the mask, his intentions being made quite clear. You weren't going anywhere. He had you right where he wanted you; by his side. And that's where you're going to stay, whether you wanted to or not.

After nuzzling into your side for a few minutes, he seized his machete, made sure you were alright and left you alone in his underground maze; going to kill the last of your friends. He wasn't killing with anger anymore - he was killing with triumph, pleased that he now had a mate to go back to.

You on the other hand were very agitated, having no other choice than to sit there and wait for Jason to return - as he was now your only source of socialisation. Just what were you meant to do now? He wasn't mistreating you on purpose, but he was treating you like a pretty pet and who knows when he'll return.

But you were still exhausted, so you shut your eyes and tried to pass the time by sleeping; not very pleased being a prisoner like this. On the bright side, being abducted is a lighter sentence than being slaughtered, was is not?

Freddy Krueger:
A few nights had passed, and you gradually became...well not friends with the infamous killer, but close enough for him to stop the dangerous nightmares. Dangerous ones. He still liked to taunt you with some fears; but you'd expect that from a demonic murderer.

Surprisingly though, one evening he didn't scare you at all, instead letting you walk around your dream world. He delved into your mind; picking out certain fantasies and imagines and creating them for you. It was only fair - you had put up with him for a while.

He had to give a reward to his pet occasionally; after all, you were his bitch now. You were good practise for his powers, and that in turn helped him grow skilled, to the point where he even listened to your suggestions. Except the 'cut the egotistical crap out' one.

Right now you were in a tropical resort, wearing a revealing bikini and sipping lemonade by the beautiful beach. You thawed towards the dream demon, finding it sweet that he'd do this for you. It was relief to have a break away from your worst fears, that was for sure.

Freddy on the other hand was watching you from a distance - "taking in the sights" as it were. He felt your judgement of him change and became smug, liking your opinion. Not to mention your hot good looks too. In fact, he didn't ever want to kill you; he wanted you all to himself.

He hungered for you to stay by his side, not because of love or something sentimental - but because of your hard-to-get attitude and bedazzling body. With a devious grin stretched across his features, he materialised next to you and made you jump.

Your glass went flying as you got startled; the contents spilling into the air. Freddy clicked his fingers smoothly and the liquid froze in the air, before returning to the glass. He handed it back to you with an amused cock of the head, ready to see your reaction.

"That's so cool! How the fuck did you do that?" You gasped in awe, taking the drink back and taking a small gulp.

"I'm a god, so I'm the best." He purred proudly as he slipped some shades on.

"Oh my god, you look-"

"Handsome? Cool? Wildly irresistible and attractive?" Freddy messed around mischievously.

"-You look ridiculous!" You spluttered with laughter, cracking up at the sight of him.

"No need to be mean." He gave a fake pout, chuckling when he took them off.

"Isn't being mean your thing?" You smartly retorted and placed your drink down on the beechwood table.

"Now, now, you say that like it's a bad thing." Freddy flashed an evil smile, amused by your reply.

"Mmhm. I wonder why. It's not like you traumatise kids before killing them in the most brutal ways possible, right?" Sarcasm slipped out of your tone as you dryly responded.

"You've got a sharp tongue." He marvelled; impressed by your quick wit.

"And you've got large claws. Careful - you might scratch someone with those!" You mocked childishly.

The demon let out a raspy laugh, liking the conversation you were both having. This was very rare for him - he never had someone to be sarcastic with and to keep impressing. You were special somehow. He almost wished you didn't have to wake up. Hmm...that's not a bad idea...

"Say (Y/n)~" Freddy called your name sweetly, getting your attention.

"Hmm...?" You looked at him with your clear (e/c) orbs; causing him to innocently smile.

"How would you like to stay here forever?" He slyly offered as he gestured around your flawless dreamland.

"Do you mean in my dreams? Or in a constant nightmare with you?" You wondered wryly.

"I won't give you any more nightmares, kitten. I'm giving you a chance to live your wildest dreams - quite literally." The jaunty male promised, and your eyes widened in surprise.

Stay...here...? Living your dreams sounded amazing, but you couldn't leave your sisters behind. Brittany needed you to look after Sara whilst she worked and Sara needed you to be there for her until she was grown up. You couldn't abandon them when they needed you most! So as much as the offer appealed to you, you had to say:

"I appreciate the offer, Krueger, but I...I can't." You sighed in regret, resulting in Freddy being irritated.

What girl your age feels this kind of responsibility? Surely anyone could be swayed by bribes! What the fuck was this? A few dark clouds moved across the sky; Freddy's control of his powers snapping slightly.

"You'd rather babysit your sister than have endless amounts of fun? You'd rather play housewife with those bitches instead of staying here?!" He growled viciously, thunder rumbling in the background.

"They're family. I can't discard them for my own personal gain - that's not how family works." You stubbornly shook your head as you grew a little nervous.

"Family isn't worth anything. I thought you were smarter than that, sweet cheeks." Freddy spat; acting violent when he snatched up your wrist.

"Smartness has nothing to do with it! It's a love-based decision, something you apparently don't understand." You retaliated heatedly.

"Love? You're a bigger idiot than I previously thought." This time he shook his head, scornful.

"But that doesn't matter. Not anymore. You're not going anywhere." He gave a cunning grin as he pulled you towards him a bit.

"W-What do you mean? What are you talking about?" You questioned and the demon's smile widened.

"Who said I'd let you leave your little fantasies?" Freddy smirked, holding his clawed hand up.

"T-That wasn't the deal! The deal was letting you grow strong from my nightmares so you'd leave my sisters alone!" You anxiously argued.

"The deal's changed, princess." He had a sick, twisted look on his face; his grip like iron around your wrist.

"So what? Now you're gonna kill me?" You tugged your hand away from him and backed away, afraid.

"Kill you? I'm not going to kill you." Freddy chuckled as he vanished from sight.

"Where-Where are you? Show yourself!" You demanded.

"All I want is for you to stay hidden, and where better to keep you than in your innocent dreams?" He cooed, reappearing behind you whilst grasping your shoulders.

"Stay hidden...? From what?" You asked curiously, staring down at the wet sand.

"From every single living thing. You're special, and I'm selfish." The egotistical demon breathed into your ear.

"S-Special-?" You softly stuttered, and he nodded.

"That's right. In order for you to remain special you need to be kept away from others; as to not be...tainted. You understand, don't you (Y/n)?" Freddy purred psychotically, as his hands slid down your upper arms to your waist.

"N...No! Just...stop it. Please." You snapped out of your seduced state to break free of his arms, taking more steps back.

"Why keep resisting, doll? You have nowhere to run." He grinned again when your back hit a wall, and suddenly you were back in the boiler room.

You whipped your head to look at the wall and when you looked back you saw that Freddy's fingernails were now all very sharp syringes. Fuck; you hated needles.

"D-Don't come any closer...!" You moaned in fright, your whole body shaking at the sight of the glistening syringes.

"This won't hurt a bit. Now~" He took one step towards you, a maniacal smile plastered across his facial features.

"~C o m e    T o    F r e d d y~"

"No!" You whimpered, and quickly dodged before he could ram those needles into you.

"Oh, you want to play." The dream demon's tone was dangerously mischievous as he wriggled his needle nails.

"N-No, no I don't. I-I want to wake up. I want to go home." You shivered, rubbing your arms whilst you tried to keep a level head.

"This is your new home now - I can even bring you those stupid sisters of yours." Freddy said deceitfully.

He cocked his head and you glanced to where he was now looking, seeing two shadowy figures. Once the darkness cleared, you could see Sara and Brittany, just standing there.

"B-Brit? Sa-Sara?" You whispered their names, deeply shaken by this point.

"Come to us (Y/n)." They chorused in unison, and you raced over to them; relieved.

"You're here, you're actually here. I can't believe it." You rushed your words as you embraced them both.

"We're here now." Brit caressed your hair, her voice calming you down.

"This is our new home now. Embrace it sis, everything is great here." Sara smiled at you whilst she nestled into your chest.

"I'm so confused. I just want us to stay together." You told them sincerely, and looked both of them in the eye.

"And we will." Brit promised.

"Together. Forever." Your two sisters grew sinister, and that's when you spotted it. Their eye colour changing to blood-red, their expressions flat and plastic, their grip on you tightening. Acting like...like mannequins.

"Agh! No! Stop with the tricks!" You cried and shoved your two siblings away; watching them melt down to the floor.

Freddy stood in their place, wildly laughing like some sort of psychopath. Every laugh that came from his chapped lips just mocked you, made you feel even more scared than before, and made you want to run away. But there was nowhere to run; that's why it was pointless. However that didn't stop you from trying.

You sprinted away from the snickering demon, hurrying through the steamy factory and trying to find an exit. Maybe a door or something lead to your subconscious, and you could escape this godawful place by finding it! O-Or maybe you could find someone else trapped here and work together? Perhaps you could-

With a high-pitched shriek, you slipped on the concrete ground; stumbling to the damp ground. Tears began to splash down your cheeks - your emotional limit reaching it's capacity. You were so tired. You were so lonely. You just wanted to go home...

"Poor little princess, all alone~" You flinched at the jeering voice, hearing it echo around the cold walls.

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide~" You climbed to your feet and wiped your eyes; not wanting to end up back in his arms.

"No escape from the big, bad wolf~" The exit was at the bottom of some stairs - two big, steel doors. Eyes wide and full of hope, you ran as fast as you could, praying that you could leave.

"No...No...No no no!" You wept when the doors were locked and bolted, chains surrounding the tough padlock.

Why were they locked?! This place was abandoned! It shouldn't be-...It's not reality. It's the dream realm. Where he controls all. How could you have forgotten...?

"Sweet, gullible (Y/n). Figured it out at last." You turned to see him standing there, smirking as he waved with the syringes.

"Leave me alone! Find someone else to trap in your freakish fantasies! I don't want any part of this!" You bursted out emotionally, trying to run again.

The door shot out hot liquid metal, wrapping itself around your skin and dragging you back towards it. The structure was sticky - which made you unable to get free. A beautiful butterfly in a seductive spider's web. A web of manipulation. A web of twisted sadism. A web of darkness. And you were trapped in it; totally vulnerable.

"That you are. Completely and utterly defenceless." Freddy crowed triumphantly, advancing towards you without a moments hesitation.

"J-Just back off! I mean it! Leave me alone right now! Don't you dare-!" Your yells were cut short when he pressed all ten of the syringes into your skin; the cold drug flooding your system.

Now you could never leave, because your dream body was connected with your real body. And the wicked demon had just given your body a shitload of sleeping drugs; enough to induce a coma. You were imprisoned in his domain now, bitch~

Pennywise:
A few years had passed since the kidnapping incident and now you were in High School; living the stressful school life. You didn't have very many friends, but at least you had Penny. Speaking of which, he was extremely jealous of your two friends - getting antsy when you spent more time with them than you did with him.

"Penny, I just went round to Jillian's to do homework, not because I like her more." You told him in a huff, sitting crosslegged on your bed and holding open the album book.

"I don't trust those two girls. They're not right for you lollipop - I know what they're doing; they're-"

"I'm not interested in you trying to stop my friendships, Pennywise." You rolled your eyes and shut the book without another word, tired of his childish warnings.

The clown almost burst from frustration; why wouldn't you listen to him?! Those girls were setting you up for failure, you'd only known them for a few days and yet you already trusted them more than him! He grew bitter and materialised into your room, making you jump and drop the book.

"You don't want to listen to me? Fine. See what happens. You'll be sorry, sweets." Pennywise warned coldly, sick of being ignored.

"Penny-"

"Just remember this; I'm the only one you can trust as a friend. I will always be here for you - whilst they will not." He ominously finished, vanishing a second later.

"Don't hurt my friends Penny! Please!" You tried to plead with him - but he had already disappeared.

You were sure he was just trying to freak you out about your friends and break your relationship with them. Jillian and Kelli were super sweet to you even though they were with the popular group of kids. It struck you as slightly suspicious, but you brushed it off. It felt nice to be included by people who weren't family for once.

The next day you went to school, seeing Jill and Kelli waiting for you at the gates; an expression of happiness on their faces.

"(Y/n)! So good to see you!" Jill hugged you first, then Kelli.

"Hi!" You replied breathlessly, happy to be friends with the two.

"So Lacey's having a Saturday night rendezvous at her place tomorrow." Kelli piped up poshly, and you cocked your head in confusion.

"-A sort of party. It starts at 6. You're coming right?" Jill happily added.

"Oh, and you can leave whenever. Crash at her place if you like." Kelli finished brightly, as your face lit up.

"She's inviting me to a party?" You gasped in surprise, happiness seeping from your tone.

Lacey was the leader of the popular girls; the Queen Bee of the school, so to speak. Everyone wanted to be friends with her - but boy was she picky, only selecting the rich and pretty kids. You couldn't believe she wanted you to tag along!

"I'll be there! Tell her thanks!" You agreed with a sweet smile, before dancing off to class.

Pennywise watched you with a conflicted gaze, wishing you would understand why he didn't want you to befriend those two. They were planning something ridiculously cruel, even for the high school kids cliché. He gave a sour glare in their direction when the two snickered together, the girls even giving each other a high-five.

"Oh cute, cheerful cupcake, how I wish you would just listen to me and see what was happening." He sighed to himself wistfully, his yellow eyes trailing you until you walked out of sight.

You were terribly excited all day; it being Friday and also because you could attend an all-exclusive, popular girls party! When the day ended, you were already home - deciding which outfit to wear to Lacey's party.

"Not that one. You'll look like an over-wrapped candy bar." Penny's voice popped up behind you and you dropped the dress you were holding; the hanger clattering to the floor.

"Pennywise! Don't scare me like that!" You scolded, but then hugged him a second later.

"Hey there, sugar." He tenderly greeted as he wrapped his arms around you, his clownish ruffles ticking your face.

"What are you doing here? Are you still mad at me?" You asked timidly.

"I was never mad at you. It's-"

"My friends; I know, I know." You cut him off, going to sit on your bed.

"If you knew what they were planning you wouldn't want to be friends with them anymore." Penny insisted pleadingly, sitting next to you.

"They're "planning" to invite me to a party tomorrow! The most popular girls in school want me to hang out with them!" You exclaimed in a fit of excitement and looked up at the ceiling in complete bliss.

Pennywise hesitated spilling out their real intentions; you were so happy...how could he ruin that? Yet he knew he must, otherwise you'd surely be humiliated further on down the line.

"(Y/n), they're plotting to embarrass you at that party." He softly announced; already expecting backlash.

"Embarrass me? Jill and Kelli would never do that! Yes, it's a little weird how suddenly Lacey wants me to hang with her, but maybe she's just feeling kind." You rejected the idea at once, being to naive to agree to Penny's claims.

"I've been watching them, sweets. I know what they're up to! I just don't want you to get hurt, you're my little lollipop~" Pennywise continued, but you'd had enough.

"I know you're annoyed that I have friends now, but I don't appreciate you lying to me! No one is cruel enough to publicly hurt me at that party! I'll be fine! So just...stop." You denied the idea vehemently.

"If that's what you want." He shrugged carelessly and tried to act casual about it; but his feelings had been wounded.

How could you not believe him? You two had been friends since he's rescued you from your abusive mother, and this is the thanks he'd received? But he was a killer after all, so maybe you judged him for that. It didn't matter, friends protect each other. He needed to protect you. No matter what.

Saturday rolled around and you were tremendously excited, thanking your mother for dropping you off and then skipping up Lacey's driveway. You were dressed in a tiffany-blue, chiffon dress, decorated with cherry blossoms and tied off with a blue belt just under the bust. You wore silver bangles on one wrist, the metal clinking against one another as you knocked on her door.

"Yo, you're...uh Gwen right? Jill and Kelli's mate?" Lacey herself answered the door, dressed in a seductive, scarlet dress.

"It's (Y/n). And mmhm, I'm their friend." You said cheerily, making her smirk.

"Oh, do come in... (Y/n)." She gestured to her hallway and closed the door behind you.

"Hey everyone!" You chirped cutely, seeing the circle of girls around the living room.

Most of them were drinking, smoking or texting; music blasting in the background. Lacey wrapped an arm around your shoulders, cleared her throat and coughed loudly - catching everyone's attention.

"Say, guys, (Y/n)'s arrived! Would you be a dear and grab the snacks from the kitchen? Fourth door on your left." She sweetly spoke, even giving you a beam.

It was nice how pleasant Lacey was being to you~ a little strange...but nice nonetheless. You nodded and left the room, humming to yourself as you followed her instructions. Fourth door on your left...found it! Pennywise on the other hand was listening to the girls, wanting to know everything about their spiteful little trick.

"I can't believe she actually came. She's going to be such a laugh." One girl sniggered slyly, swigging her beer down.

"I know right? I got the idea from the film Carrie." Lacey was immensely proud as she pushed her long hair back.

"It was such a drag pretending to be friends with her for a few days, like ugh." Jillian complained in distaste, and grabbed a cigarette.

"I can't wait to see her drenched and crying in the middle of the room." Kelli giggled meanly.

"This is such a good prank. I'm so ready." Another girl chimed in, snide.

Pennywise gritted his sharp teeth as he teleported; unable to take anymore of this. He'd kill and eat them all. They don't deserve to live, especially after what they had planned for his dearest lollipop.

You froze in your tracks after hearing agonised screams from the living room. You couldn't find any snacks in the kitchen, and from the sounds of it something was very clearly wrong. Rushing back, your eyes widened when you saw the room covered in dark blood; dead bodies lining the floor. There were still a few girls still alive; Jill, Lacey and someone you didn't recognise. They were bleeding on the floor - but at least they were breathing.

In the middle of this distressing chaos was Pennywise, his form terrifying.

"Penny! What are you-What are you doing-?!" You gasped in horror, confused and frightened by the disgusting acts of violence he was committing in front of you.

"Why, sweets, I'm simply protecting you. They were planning to humiliate you; I-I had to do something! You wouldn't believe me, so I took it upon myself to fix that. Now you don't have to worry about a thing!" He maniacally grinned; his golden eyes glittering with sadistic intent.

"I...I'm sorry if I didn't believe you! But vengefully taking them out is way too extreme!" You cried in reply, clasping your chest as you pleaded with him.

"Nonsense. If anything, death is a mercy considering I was going to torture each and every one of them. Alas, now that you're back I cannot. Oh well." Penny laughed lightheartedly; slamming his deadly claws into Lacey and tearing open her stomach.

"Pennywise stop!" You shouted, distressed whilst he began chewing on her insides.

You were utterly repulsed and afraid of your clown friend, retching into the corner as you cried. Vomit came in a thin stream whilst you choked, the horror too much for your easygoing mind. He devoured all of them, dropping the last corpse in satisfaction. He'd done it. He'd saved you.

"Oh little lollipop~" Pennywise called deviously, completely unhinged now.

You wiped the last of the sick from your mouth and turned to him, your eyes full of sparkling tears. Disappointment and hurt were all you felt. You were even scared of him by this point.

"How...could you Pennywise? Even if...Even if they were planning to embarrass me, they didn't deserve death! And they certainly didn't deserve being eaten!" You sobbed, distraught as you trembled.

"Sugar, I saved you. You're my only friend, how could I not? I'm not ashamed nor repulsed by my actions and I'd certainly do them again." He crazily stated, licking the blood off his lips.

"Now come along. You're coming back to my home. Yours isn't safe for you, I see that now." Pennywise smiled softly; his sanity shattering into mere splinters.

"No! You're the one I'm not safe with! Leave me alone!" You yelled and he tilted his head.

"Leave you alone? Why, lollipop, I could never do that. Looks like someone's being a naughty girl~" He purred, moving towards you at the speed of light. No really, you didn't even see him move.

He grabbed your waist roughly and pressed a handkerchief filled with chloroform against your mouth; the sleepy drug pushing you further and further out of consciousness.

"Poor girl, you've been through so much. Let your friend Pennywise look after you now." Penny whispered smugly into your ear as your eyes fluttered shut and your mind switched off.

"No...Please don't do this...Penny..."

Norman Bates:
Your car took a week to be repaired, so you spent the days with Norman; cherishing every moment with the timid boy. He was so easygoing, and you had a blast helping him out at the motel. Your car was said to be ready tomorrow, so this was the last day you'd spend with him.

"H-Hey (Y/n)?" Norman called your name after you two had eaten breakfast, his tone nervous and quiet.

"Yes Norman? What's up?" You sent him a soft look as a way of telling him to speak his mind.

"D-Do you want t-to...maybe...d-do something t-together t-today?" He piped up shyly.

"What about the hotel?" You asked, finishing your cup of coffee.

"I-It's a S-Sunday. I-I can close i-it." Norman told you nicely, and you smiled.

"Then I'd love to go out with you, Norman." You honestly answered, giving him a gentle hug.

"I-In a friends way. I-I mean you invited me out-out; not in a romantic relationship way - I mean, if you did ask me out I wouldn't say no - b-but that's besides the p-point-!" You stammered as you blushed; wanting to explain yourself before it sounded wrong.

"T-Then it's a d-date." Norman joked a little, playful whilst he booped your nose.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you giggled, hoping that the blush wasn't too obvious and that you hadn't embarrassed yourself too much. After helping him clean up and finish off chores, you waited for him outside when he went to close the Motel.

"Ready?" You quizzed in a bubbly tone, and he nodded.

"W-What would y-you like t-to do?" Norman timidly wondered, holding your hand whilst you two walked.

"Mind if we take a walk? It's such a nice day, I can't think of anything better to do than go out in the sunshine and chat to a good friend." You responded brightly.

"W-What a g-great idea." The soft-spoken boy agreed at once, giving your hand a kind squeeze.

The sunlight was beaming across the clear cobalt sky; no clouds present on this delightful day as the gentle breeze wafted around your face. It was slightly busy when you and Norman passed through town, but you paid no mind to the loud ruckus - only focusing on your interesting conversation. You accidentally bumped into someone and their shopping bag fell to the floor, splitting wide open.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, please let me-"

Both you and the stranger said your words at the same time:

"-(Y/n)...?"
"-Laura...?"

"What are you doing here?" You both chorused in confusion, and then burst out laughing.

"Norman this is my sister, Laura. Laura, this is Norman, the best human being I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." You introduced them both, giving Norman's side a sweeter touch.

"N-Nice to m-meet you." Norman shyly said, reaching out to shake her hand.

"Coolsies. It's like, awesome to meet you." She dismissed him a little and turned fully to you.

"So mum is like, super worried about you. She sent me to check when you were coming back and to see if I could help with anything. You were meant to be at her house a week ago, just a little FYI." Laura bent down to pick up her things; her tone a little superior.

"Oh, I called her up yesterday to say that my car is going to be fully repaired tomorrow. So I'll make my way to hers then." You casually replied; causing Norman to be shocked.

"Y-You're going...t-tomorrow?" He stuttered in surprise, his mood swinging south.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I only found out last night and I didn't think it was a big deal." You felt regretful when you saw the sad look on his face.

"So how do you two know each other? Is he staying in the hotel with you? What's going on here? It's like you two are lovebirds or something." Laura fired questions, sticking her nose in slightly.

"It's a motel, Laura. And Norman runs the motel; I've just been helping out whilst I've been staying there. No big deal." You corrected her dryly.

"I see. I usually only stay in hotels but  I'm gonna crash there too, so I can tag along back to mum's tomorrow." Laura carelessly invited herself, holding her shopping items against her chest.

So pushy - you mouthed at Norman, giggling a little. He gave a polite smile back to you, but inside he was seething. You couldn't leave; it-it wasn't fair! He needed you, you were so nice and pretty and kind to him - Norman wasn't going to just let you back out of his life like that!

"We're going for a walk, meet you back at the motel Laura." You cut the conversation short, giving her a quick hug before carrying on walking with Norman.

"Like I said; stuck-up. 'I only stay in hotels!' - honestly. My sister everybody. Need I say more?" You scornfully mocked her actions, hoping that your sister hadn't embarrassed you too badly in front of Norman.

"S-She seemed l-like an o-okay p-person. I l-like you m-more though." His face went red as he struggled to keep his feelings intact.

"Aw, thank you. I like you too! You're the first real friend I've had, y'know." You told him in content, looking around the outskirts of town.

"I-I a-am?" He felt flattered; immensely so.

"Yep. I don't know if you've noticed, but I tend to be a bit more focused on quiet activities than interacting with people. I never really clicked with anyone...until I met you." You explained in more detail, smiling.

"T-That's not a-a bad t-thing. I-It just shows h-how h-hardworking and s-sweet you a-are." Norman praised warmly.

"I don't know about that, but aww - you're so cute!" You hugged his side; inwardly squealing.

Norman was such a sweet boy, you were really unhappy that you had to leave tomorrow. Too bad you needed a job and that your new occupation was so far away. The rest of the day you spent in the park with Norman, chatting and relaxing by his side.

When you returned to the motel, Laura was waiting in the lobby; reading a fashion magazine. Norman accompanied her to her room, suggesting that you get an early night for tomorrow. You easily agreed - seeing as you'd eaten dinner out - and went to sleep at once, worn out from your pleasant day.

As soon as Norman showed your sister to her room, he slid the lock over the door; taking out a secret knife and hiding it from her obnoxious form.

"This is...nice. It's stuck in the retro zone though, sadface." Laura critiqued bluntly, looking around the place.

"W-Why...? Why a-are you h-here? Are y-you trying t-to take (Y-Y/n) away f-from me...?" Norman whispered brokenly, and kept his head bent; his eyes glazing over.

"What? I'm sorry, you tend to mumble...did you say something?" She wondered as she turned to face the usually-timid male.

"I...hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" Norman snarled angrily, striding towards her with his knife in his hand.

"W-What are you doing?! N-No! STOP! (Y/n)!"

Her screams echoed down the halls; the sounds of anguish reaching your ears and snapping you out of your slumber. What was going on? Why was Laura screaming? With wide eyes you left your room, intent on searching for the reason. Norman appeared in the hallway, blood on his clothes.

"Norman! Oh my gosh, what happened to you?! Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" You rushed over your words as you panicked over him.

"I-I'm fine. I-I just h-hurt myself t-trying to make a n-nighttime snack, t-that's a-all." He shook his head, almost a little dazed by what just happened.

"Let's get you cleaned up, you poor thing." You took his hand sweetly and lead him to the bathroom, giving his hand a soft squeeze this time around.

Norman was in the seventh heaven of delight; not only had he taken your sister out, but you were showering him with affection and being so sweet towards him~ oh, he just admired and cherished you so much...

After you washed the blood from his skin and he had switched into fresh clothes, both of you walked back to your room; you now exhausted. In fact you were about to go in when Norman grasped your wrist, tugging on it a little like a child would.

"Is something wrong?" You gently asked, your heart melting at his begging blue eyes.

"I-I know y-you're l-leaving tomorrow, s-so would y-you mind if I-I slept w-with you? J-Just once. I-I'm g-going to m-miss you s-so much." Norman pleaded.

"S-Sleep with me-? Um...I mean, sure." Your cheeks were burning as you agreed, letting him open the door.

That night you slept together; Norman hugging your waist from behind and you comfortably sleeping. It was a weird request, but you two were best friends at this point so to you it felt like a sibling thing. Morning dawned on the motel and you began to pack, humming under your breath whilst you made sure the room was exactly how you left it - clean and untouched. Norman called you to breakfast and passed you your daily cup of coffee; an odd aroma coming from it.

"Um, Norman? I think there's something wrong with my coffee...it smells a little...different." You nervously told him, making him grow anxious.

"I-I made i-it the s-same as u-usual. I-I'm sorry (Y-Y/n)-"

"Oh no, please forgive me! I'm sure it's fine. Thanks for always making me breakfast." You brushed your complaint away, feeling bad when he apologised so deeply.

After swigging it down you pulled your suitcase to the door, your legs growing heavier by the minute. What was happening here? You rubbed at your eyes, trying to think clearly. You had to go pick up the car, then go to your mother's. The air became thick and you began to choke, giving faint coughs as you collapsed to the ground.

"N-Norman-" You choked out his name,"-help me-!"

Your vision became blurry when he shook his head, his eyes tearful and ashamed.

"I-I can't have y-you leaving m-me (Y-Y/n), I n-need you! I p-promise I'll t-take perfect c-care of y-you, please b-believe me." His sorrowful words buzzed around your mind, and your eyes widened once you realised what he'd done.

He'd drugged you. He was about to kidnap you. You couldn't let this happen! With a soft whimper, you crawled towards the double doors and pulled on one handle; praying it would open. But Norman had locked the front doors, taking every single precaution he could.

"I-I'm sorry (Y-Y/n). You're t-the first p-person to b-be nice to m-me. All I w-want is f-for you a-and I to s-stay together. I-Is that so w-wrong?" Norman moaned in distress, trying to ignore the overlaying guilt he felt as he delicately moved you away from the door.

"This is...This is...wrong... Norman please..." You whispered; your eyes fluttering shut.

"I-It's better t-this way. Y-You can't l-leave me. I...I won't l-let you." Norman seemed adamant when he picked you up; carrying you away from the lobby.

You tried to disagree, but you were so tired - the sleeping drug forcing you to remain still whilst the lonely male took you into his room. He laid you on his bed and caressed your hair, beyond grateful that he now had your company. Forevermore. 

Hannibal Lecter:
"Good morning, *ma chérie." Hannibal greeted you softly, sitting in the same leather chair. [A/N: *Big thanks to @Taeunbeaucul for the correction/help!*]

"Good morning." You replied, managing a shy smile as you sat opposite him.

A few weeks had passed since the suicidal situation and you were grateful that Hannibal had rescued you from that terrible ordeal. Your daily sessions with him made your day; gave you a reason to stay alive. Dr. Lecter was immensely intelligent, always giving you interesting tips and kind words - in fact he always seemed to be sweet to you.

"So (Y/n), mind if we go outside for this session?" He suggested shrewdly, awaiting your reaction.

"Like...outside-outside? I'm only allowed in the hospital grounds on the weekends. It's Thursday." You frowned in confusion as you didn't understand what he was getting at.

"What if I got you a special permission to venture outside whenever I can accompany you?" Hannibal delved into more detail and folded one leg over the other.

"Wait for real?" You gaped at him, wondering if what he said was true.

"Yes. My question is would you like to?" He pushed your attention back to the first question patiently; aware that your attention tends to wander.

"That would be great. Thank you so much." You thanked him respectfully.

"Should we depart then?" Hannibal stood up and offered his arm to you in a gentlemanlike fashion, his aura friendly.

"Sure, if it's not too much trouble." You giggled a little as you linked your arm through his.

"Not at all. It's a pleasure to spend time with you, I look forward to it." He admitted kindly, guiding you down the hallway.

"Excuse me Dr. Lecter, that patient isn't allowed out on the grounds until weekends - she's not stable enough to be out and about quite yet." A guard told Hannibal, his tone stern.

You tensed up and clutched his arm a little tighter; hoping that you weren't in trouble. Hannibal sent you a soft smile before bringing a red slip out of his pocket and passing it towards the other male. The guard read it and gave it back to him, looking regretful.

"I got my orders fresh this morning - I'm afraid that slip was from yesterday. My apologies sir, but my statement stands clear. Please return her to her room at once." The guard replied, and Hannibal's face shifted into one of seriousness.

"Excuse me? And just who changed your orders?" His tone was icy cold; you'd never seen this side of him before.

"Dr. Fisher, sir. His actual words were 'Ms (L/n) hasn't fully recovered from her suicide attempt and therefore needs to be kept in isolation until further inspection.' " The guard explained truthfully.

"(Y/n), dearest, would you mind waiting for me around the corner please? Don't wander off though." Hannibal flashed you a warm glance, though you felt something sinister appearing in the atmosphere.

"Sure thing." You agreed and went to leave. The guard, however, grabbed your arm; preventing you from leaving.

"Excuse me, Ma'am-" He got cut off when Hannibal snatched his wrist and twisted it sharply before slamming his head against the wall, blood trickling down the guard's forehead.

"Incompetent, good-for-nothing fool." He muttered psychotically, causing you to go into shock.

"H-Hannibal!" You gasped in horror; completely surprised by his personality switch.

"Oh he'll be fine. Now come along, (Y/n)." Hannibal regained his composure as he held his hand out to you, smiling.

How could he smile like that? After knocking a guard unconscious and snapping, how could he act so casual about it? It made your blood run cold. Without a word, you placed your hand in his and let him lead you down the hallway, throwing a timid look back at the unconscious guard.

You eventually calmed down as you spent time outside with Hannibal, reconciling with the side of him that you liked and knew. It was a grey day but the clouds and slight fog didn't bother you whilst you two talked, instead giving the hospital a mysterious and ominous look.

"U-Um Hannibal...?" You timidly called, catching the older male's attention.

"Something on your mind?" He squeezed your hand to show that his full attention was on you.

"Why did you...Why did you act so violent towards the guard...? Going outside isn't a tremendously big deal." You delicately approached the subject, not wanting to set him off.

"For starters he ignored my obvious authority and kept spouting nonsense into my face, which quite frankly irritates me." Hannibal explained coldly, and then stopped walking.

You stopped with him, staring at him with bashful, doe-like eyes. To be honest your innocent gaze soothed him, and he soon relaxed; managing a polite smile.

"-And secondly, he touched you in such a  disrespectful manner; it made me dislike him intensely. What a despicable man." He finished unfeelingly, straightening his navy suit.

"He really only touched my wrist, it didn't bother me." You lightly tried to wave it off as pink covered your cheeks.

"Whilst it might've not bothered you, it was a rude thing to do - I was merely protecting you, (Y/n) dear." Hannibal's voice grew gentle; genuine sincerity seeping through.

You were about to reply when he placed one hand on your waist, the other cupping one cheek as he tilted your head towards him, his expression a little smug.

"You don't have a problem with that, now do you?" Hannibal murmured possessively and stared at you with his deep, sienna eyes.

"N-No...Not at all..." You stuttered.

"Excellent. Now it looks like precipitation is about to occur, so let's deliver you back to your room, shall we?" He cleverly remarked, releasing you.

You gave a quiet nod, inhaling the fresh breeze one last time before following him back inside. Hannibal took you all the way back to your room, even opening your door for you pleasantly.

"This is where you're being taken care of?" His tone was incredulous, almost not comprehending why you were in here.

He'd expected you to be moved to the East Wing after the roof accident; where the rooms were nicer and more care was given to sick individuals. Why were you in the South Wing still?

"Mmhm. It's not as bad as it looks... It's just...small." You looked around your room, trying to be optimistic.

"It's positively bland. How are you to recover when it looks so bleak? When it's utterly cramped and uncomfortable? Honestly..." Hannibal criticised harshly.

"Really, there's no trouble. I have the books you lent me and my diary; what more could I possibly need?" You were easily pleased and he frowned.

"Be that as it may, I'll have this fixed; no need to worry. For now I'll let you rest. Au revoir." He said farewell tenderly, caressing the edge of your face before leaving you alone.

Have this fixed? What did he mean?

Whilst you were settling in for the night, Hannibal was talking to the director of the hospital; demanding you to be transferred to the other Wing.

"She's in the South Wing because we're too full in the East Wing; we've had several new patients admitted." The director - Mr Wells - explained gravely, his hands clasped as he sat at his desk.

"I don't care about the other patients. (Y/n) is my only concern and I want her moved at once. Do you understand me?" Hannibal ordered darkly, and Mr Wells pursed his lips.

"Are you threatening me, Dr. Lecter?" He leant forwards, glaring.

"That depends on how you look at it. If you think this-" Hannibal paused to bring out a knife; stabbing it into the director's hand and therefore trapping one of his hands to the wooden table. "-is threatening, then I suppose you'd be correct."

"H-How dare you! You work for me! This is appalling behaviour!" Mr Wells barked after an agonising yell of pain.

"Oh dear, you thought that was appalling behaviour? Then you're in for quite a shock." Hannibal replied in amusement, wrenching the weapon out of his hand and plunging it into the director's chest, watching him splutter up blood.

"Now, seeing as you won't accommodate my dainty little (Y/n), I suppose I'll have to take her somewhere else." He continued smoothly, his eyes glittering with satisfaction when Mr Wells bled out.

"It was a pleasure talking to you Director." Hannibal smirked as he shut the door behind him, triumphant.

A knock on your door jolted you out of sleep, your eyes slowly opening as light shone through the crack in the door; someone coming in.

"Who...is it...?" You mumbled sleepily, snuggled into your pillow like a small child.

"It is only moi. Nothing to worry about, I'm so sorry to have disturbed you. Please go back to resting." A calm voice called out to you quietly, and you recognised it as Hannibal's.

"Hannibal...? What are you doing here at this late hour?" You raked a hand through your hair as you sat up a little, tired.

"I came to see how you were feeling, I apologise if this was out of the blue." He bent down to stroke your hair, one hand hidden behind his back.

"You could've seen me in the morning." You dryly responded, and he chuckled.

"I'm a tad impatient, but you clearly guessed that already; being as smart as you are." Hannibal grinned.

"Thanks for checking on me but I'm-" You stopped as you spotted a silver glint from behind him. A syringe.

"W-W-What are you doing with t-that-?" You stammered, incredibly nervous whilst you backed away from his touch.

"Like I said, you're incredibly fast. And this? Why, it's just something to speed your recovery along." Hannibal told you breezily.

He twirled it around in his fingers, a sly look crossing his features whilst he examined your nervous state.

"(Y/n), dear, you look so unwell. Allow me to help you and you'll be fixed in no time." He tried another tactic, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"N-No thank you. I'd rather not." You shakily denied his offer, climbing off the bed entirely.

"You need to trust me, I thought that's what we agreed on. Your first session, remember? You said you'd trust  me      and  only   me." Hannibal stood up as well and blocked your path.

"-And I do trust you! But after the adrenaline shots I definitely don't want any more injections." You anxiously rejected, and he showed another strange smile.

"This won't be like last time. That was a cruel and wicked way to punish you by the hospital. They did it on purpose." This time he chose to lie; wanting to manipulate his way into your heart.

"Wait...What...? I thought that was just your replacement. You mean...they were hurtful to me on purpose...?" You whispered in confusion.

"You're so naive; of course they did it on purpose. The world sees something precious and then attempts to destroy it at all costs. You're not in here because you're crazy, you're in here because society has labelled you as their next victim." Hannibal talked to you with an insane spark in his eye, though his voice was surprisingly level.

"I...I don't think that's it." You disagreed faintly, edging your way around him.

The next thing you did was to try to bolt towards the door, however he forced you back with a knife pressed up against your neck. It wasn't hurting you or anything; but it did stress you out. A lot.

"Please don't do this... I-I don't know what you want." You were frightened, the bloodied knife striking you as very, very threatening.

"What I want? All I want is to help you, that's all." That was the last thing you heard before Hannibal pushed the syringe into your arm and you forced you to become unconscious, his smile widening.

"Sleep   well, little   lamb~"

Rushed to finish this before my birthday tomorrow; hope everyone is having a fantastic Friday😘🖤

**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) Also, I made some changes to Hannibal's part as well, found some stuff a bit...cringy? Fuck if I know lol. So now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back and rectify my mistake/s in every part. My apologies💙