*Quick A/N: Re-Publishing just to fix Michael's part, seeing as I didn't like the whole 'homeless letting in' plot-line*

Michael Myers:
You placed your hands over his one and tried to claw him off; but his grip was way too strong, holding you against the wall easily.

"What...are you...doing...?!" You choked out, seeing dark spots dance across your vision.

Many conflicting emotions ran through Michael's mind, the obvious one being rage. But there was also an urge to protect you and take you with him; away from this place. He loosened his grasp on you - not enough to release you completely - but just enough to breathe with ease.

"Who...are you? Why are you attacking me?" You were panicking, unable to think clearly due to being forcefully held against the wall.

His emotionless mask of a face was creeping you out, as well as his heavy breathing and daunting height, making you realise how intimidating he really was. He tilted his head to the side and leaned closer to you, causing you to freak out further. A few seconds passed, the silent male only staring at you with his dark chocolate pools.

"P-Please stop staring at me like that...it's creepy." You whispered in fright and after a minute he leaned back, partly doing what you wanted.

Michael was confused at why you were so perturbed, not realising how terrifying he was acting as he released his neck hold on you. Instead, he cradled your face with his hands; wanting to search for the reason why he was so interested in you. Spending time with you like this and not stalking Cynthia, it baffled him.

You stiffened up at the facial contact, not entirely sure whether you liked it. Closing your eyes, you hoped he wouldn't hurt you and opened them once you felt his hands disappear. Your eyes widened when you saw that he had literally vanished out of thin air, a waft of cold wind trailing in his wake. Just who was he?

You stood there for a split second - too scared to move - and then bolted towards the living room, your breath shaky.

"Miles! Miles!" You yelled his name, causing him to sit up.

"What...? What is it...?" He rubbed at his eyes and you collapsed to your knees; right in the middle of the living room.

"I just...I just..." You gasped, unable to explain.

Your sudden panic made your brother become more awake and he grasped your shoulders, actually concerned for your wellbeing.

"(Y/n), what's wrong? Sis, tell me what happened. I can tell something serious went down." Miles was worried about you, considering you were a very calm person.

"Guy...forced his way in through... backdoor...held me against the wall...stared at me...then left..." You explained breathlessly.

"Holy shit. You need to go to the police station." He tiredly replied as you gathered yourself, little by little.

"What about you? Won't you come with me?" You looked at him with pleading eyes and he bit his lip.

"Sis, I-I can't." Miles shook his head, making you irritated.

"I just got assaulted by some guy in a white mask and you're saying you won't come with me?" You questioned in disbelief.

"(Y/n), they'll take me away for not looking after you well enough, and-"

"Wait." You interrupted, your sharp mind putting the pieces together.

Usually Miles would pretend he doesn't drink, so the police wouldn't get suspicious and place you in foster care. So why was he so jumpy now? Unless...

"You're doing drugs again!" You yelled suddenly as you grabbed a cushion from the couch.

"It was just a little weed sis! C'mon, be reasonable-"

"Reasonable? You call smoking grass and drinking alcohol reasonable?! What is wrong with you?!" You scolded, smacking him with the cushion repeatedly.

"It's how I bear the world (Y/n)! I can do what I want; they're my decisions!" He retorted hotly, and you snapped.

"Your decisions? Listen here asshole, they may be your decisions but they affect me too! What (Y/a) wants to come back to a messy home every day? What (Y/a) wants to clean it all up and completely fend for herself? Do you think I enjoy having extra work to do after school and receiving nothing in return?!" You bitterly cried; shocking him into silence.

"And another thing - your sister could've been murdered in the kitchen; yet you won't even accompany her to the police station?! I'm so done with this bullshit!" You flounced towards the door, tears in your eyes.

"God dammit (Y/n), my life isn't easy!" He snapped back and you whirled back again.

"I'm sorry, your life isn't easy? Fuck you Miles! Maybe if I get murdered you'll see how easy it is compared to mine." You remarked viciously before leaving.

Tears clouded your gaze as you hurried away from your house, feeling upset and alone. Why did your brother have to be such a bitch sometimes? You didn't know what to do now. Go to the police or go to a friend's? If you went to the police and they came over, they'd definitely take you away from Miles. As much as you hated him, he was the only relative you had close; causing you to be attached.

Just like Laurie once said; No family is perfect...we argue, we fight. We even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end, family is family...the love will always be there. Wait...Laurie! She could help you out, surely!

Going across the street, you knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to open it. Her mother - Pamela Strode - opened it instead, her eyes widening when she saw you.

"(Y/n)? It's awfully late. Are you alright?" She wondered nervously, holding the door.

"I need to see Laurie, this can't wait." You anxiously said.

"Well, she's upstairs - in her room. You're welcome to go and see her." Pamela was terribly surprised, but she was always kind; especially to you.

"Thank you." You responded in relief, stepping past her and going straight to Laurie's room.

"(Y/n), this is a pleasant surprise. How are you?" Laurie's lips pulled into a sweet smile as she turned away from her desk.

"Not too good, if I'm honest." You admitted; anxiety rising in your throat.

"Goodness, what happened?" She helped you sit on the bed, her face concerned.

"You remember that guy who was stalking us this afternoon?" Your voice turned to a whisper and she nodded hesitantly.

"Don't tell me you saw him again?" You dipped your head forwards at Laurie's nervous question.

"What did he do? Who is he?" Laurie asked more questions curiously, pushing a stray piece of blonde hair away from her eyes.

"I have no idea who he is. He was watching me beneath my bedroom window. I struck up a casual conversation for a minute and then went to bed. But once I'd fallen asleep, he managed to break into my house without making a single noise!" You frantically explained.

"Oh my god. Then what happened?" Laurie inquired in a hushed tone.

"He held me against the wall by my neck. Didn't say a word, just stared at me. Next thing I know he was gone." You finished your explanation and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"You have to go to the police, they can track him down and protect you-"

"If I go to the police and let them poke around, you know they'll take Miles away. He's the only family I have Laurie! Just...Just let me stay here tonight...please...?" You pleaded with all of your heart, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Of course. Let me just pretend you went home - one second." Laurie agreed at once, going downstairs.

She was pretending to say goodbye and shutting the door; therefore fooling her parents before she returned upstairs. You were sat cross-legged on her bed by this point, feeling unsafe and afraid at the same time.

"Hey it's Halloween tomorrow, isn't it? We could watch a movie together and eat candy if you want." Laurie suggested softly.

"That's a great idea. Thanks Laurie, you really are my best friend." You sincerely said, happy.

That night you slept on an air bed; not the most comfortable of nights, but at least you were with Laurie. You had grabbed your schoolbag from your house before going to school - the day being boring as usual.

Kids ran amok with bags of candy when you and Laurie had returned to hers, the October-sky already turning a dark blue.

"It's only 5pm and yet it's already dark." You noted quietly, closing the front door behind you.

"Well it is October (Y/n)." Laurie replied absentmindedly, an odd feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

"What's wrong Laurie?" You noticed her flat expression and decided to delve into her feelings.

"Well it's probably nothing, but my mother and father should be home. But they're not around. It's just giving me a bad feeling." She truthfully told you.

"Maybe your mother's in her study?" You cocked your head towards the stairs.

"Maybe." Laurie murmured, heading upstairs to check.

Following her, you both froze at the sight of blood in the hallway; a disgusting smell in the air. The lights were flickering and the wall phone was broken, making you fear the arising situation.

"Laurie...?" You fearfully turned to the blonde-female, but she had already taken off towards the study.

"Mother! Father! OH MY GOD!" Laurie screeched, and you sprinted towards the study too.

What you saw made you repulsively gag, your eyes filling with tears at the sight. Pamela Strode had been stabbed repeatedly, whilst Morgan Strode's neck had been sliced. Laurie was sobbing hysterically, her hands clutching her neck as she tried to contain herself. You went towards her and brought her into a supportive embrace, her fair head shaking against your chest.

"I'm so sorry Laurie." You gently cried with her, rocking her back and forth comfortingly.

"Oh (Y/n), who did this?" She moaned unhappily as she looked up at you.

You opened your mouth to tell her you didn't know but she screamed; shoving herself away from you. Two arms seized your waist and tugged you away from her, throwing you to the ground with minimal effort as you recognised the person responsible.

"N-No! Laurie!" You scrambled to your feet - but it was too late, the stalker had grabbed her.

"Leave her alone! Don't do this!" You shouted in a panic, but it was like he couldn't even hear you.

Instead, you had to stand there and watch this silent male strangle her to death; plunging his knife through her stomach to make sure she was definitely dead. Laurie slumped to the ground a second later, her eyes glazed over.

"Laurie! Laurie! No please...no..." You wept, going over to her corpse and burying your head into her chest.

"Why?! Why would you do th-" You began to yell at the killer, but he'd disappeared again.

What the fuck? How could he disappear so easily? Just who were you dealing with here?

Jason Voorhees:
"Ti-Tiffany!" You called in a horrified croak, not even moving as Jason straightened up.

"RUN!" Chad commanded in a panic, and your group split; everyone taking off in different directions.

You found yourself completely alone, shivering in the thick woods and wondering what to do. Animals scampered across the forest-like floor, the bushes rustling and the crows cawing as you tried to make sense of where you were.

"Anyone? Hello?" You called worriedly, holding your arms to keep the warmth.

What would be the best thing to do? Get to your cabin and wait for this to blow over? No...a legendary killer isn't going to just go away; especially not on his turf. If only you could phone the police and get them to-

The phone! The one in Kenny's cabin, the biggest cabin in the middle of the camp - you could use that to ring the police and find help. After planning for a few more seconds, you began to run, fierce determination fuelling your every move.

An agonised howl echoed throughout the camp and you flinched; recognising it as Jenny's. Crap. Once you appeared at Kenny's cabin you bumped into Eric, who was searching the drawers.

"Eric! Thank god, I was so-...what are you doing?" You were curious to say the least, seeing him pick up a map.

"The phone lines are down, I assume the fuse is gone. I'm searching the place for any useful items, such as this map. If we're going to escape we need as many helpful objects as possible; wouldn't you agree?" He replied wisely, and you froze.

"Wait the phone line is down? Since when? Who took the fuse?" You nervously questioned.

"I'm assuming Jason Voorhees took the fuse and hid it, so we couldn't call for help." Eric murmured unhappily, as you inwardly seethed.

Of course the killer went and stopped your easiest method of escape! Now what were you meant to do? You could go and find the fuse, but where could the masked hide such a small object? So finding it was easier said than done.

"I'm going to look for the fuse. You just...keep doing what you're doing. Keep safe Eric." You planned bravely, brushing your hair out of your face before going over to the door.

"Good luck (Y/n). Take care." He gazed at you with a serious stare, and you nodded.

With a deep breath, you left the small safety of Kenny's cabin. Another yell could be heard and it sounded like Chad, causing you to quicken your pace. You had to hurry; before Jason slaughtered them all.

You went to a nearby cabin and started to search it, checking every drawer in there with speed. You found a can of First Aid Spray, a working walkie-talkie, and a fire poker. At least you can heal an injury, talk to another person and defend yourself; so the search here wasn't a complete waste of time.

Yet you tensed up when someone entered the cabin, sobbing frantically. Debbie. She was covered in blood and holding her shoulder, shaking as she pulled the emergency barricade down on the door.

"Debbie!" You said her name in relief and she jumped at the sound of her name like she'd been shot.

"(Y-Y/n), is t-that you?" She stammered miserably, limping towards you.

"Yes! Oh my god, your shoulder. Let me help you." You grabbed her wrist and tugged her towards the bathroom, grabbing some bandages from the medical cabinet.

You cleaned out her slash wound and then used your can of healing spray on her; bandaging the injury afterwards. Debbie shakily sighed in relief, the pain subsiding for her.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." She teared up and buried her head into your chest.

"No problem. Now where's-" You were going to say Jason, but a loud thwack came from the door.

At least he made himself heard. Debbie burst into more tears, her racking sobs increasing by the second. Being brave, you went towards the door and held your fire poker, immensely scared. You could see the enraged killer through the large cracks in the door, his hazel eyes infuriated.

"P-Please stop! I...I know you're angry, and I'm sorry that we trespassed. I-I didn't know we were doing so until the campfire. I'm sorry Jason, I'm so sorry!" You cried out, yelping when he broke the door entirely.

Your legs were glued to the floor as he stepped in, his height and stature hugely frightening. His ragged appearance along with the new blood splattered on him caused you to quake in fear, your breathing faint. He took more steps towards you and you panicked, holding the fire poker up as a line of defence.

Jason just eyed the weapon with a cocked head before yanking it out of your grasp and flinging it to the side carelessly. With a whimper, you squeezed your eyes shut and clutched the sides of your head, ready for death.

The masked killer on the other hand was surprised; not once had a counsellor apologised for trespassing. Not once had they been truly sorry for their actions. And not once have they faced him courageously like you had.

Jason, my boy, you must keep this one alive. She's got the true qualities of a good person. She may even be the right one for you.

He nodded at his mother's command, instead coming closer and touching your chin; tilting it up so he could get a better look at you. Your eyes snapped back open and they widened when you saw his reddish orbs inches away from yours, just...staring.

"Please don't hurt them. Take my life if you must, but my friends didn't know about the trespassing." You pleaded, begging at this point.

She's so innocent. They did know, they're misguiding her. You must protect her Jason, and kill the rest. Do it now, sweetie~

He cradled your face with one rough hand for a minute, enjoying the warm and soft feeling; his kind action calming you down slightly. But you squeaked in surprise when he snatched up your wrist and dragged you into the bedroom. What was he doing-?! Jason released your wrist a second later as he walked out, locking the door behind him.

He was going to kill Debbie after all! No!

"No don't hurt her! Please! I'll do anything!" You shouted, tears flooding your face as you hammered on the door.

"No! NO! Get AWAY from me you FREAK! AAAAAAGH!" Debbie's loud screeches could be heard and you paled.

A sickening snap sounded, causing you to realise that she was now dead. Deborah, your bookworm-y, best friend, was gone. Murdered.

"Debbie! Why? Why...?" You wept, sliding down to the floor in misery.

Jason heard your sobs and grew angry; not finding it to be his fault. You were the only innocent one - the rest must be punished. He must follow mother's orders. He must protect Camp Crystal Lake.

The innocent end up hurting the most, do not blame her my special, special boy. Get revenge on the others for making her cry so.

Jason gave another obedient nod, following his given demands like a loyal puppy. How dare they make you cry. How dare they hurt another innocent one. And how dare they think that they can get away with it. Not on his watch.

You trembled with grief, your soft cries the only sound you could now hear. Most of your friends are dead. You're trapped. The others will die soon enough. Everything was fucked. You couldn't even ring your mother because the main phone in Kenny's cabin was the only phone with signal. Going to the window, you pushed it to the side and grew shocked when it actually opened. You could still escape, and help your friends!

Breaking into a sprint, you saw A.J by the lake, carrying some gasoline. She was panting - obviously out of breath - and she had blood running down her arm.

"A. J!" You exclaimed happily, drying your tears as you raced towards her.

"(Y/n)! It is like, so good to see you. I found some gas and like, we can use it to escape in the boat. I mean, yeah the boat is a two-seater, but the others are like, probably dying off, right?" A. J. was acting selfish, her body and hair wet.

"We can't leave our friends! And why are you soaked to the bone? What's going on?" You demanded forcefully.

"I had to swim my way across to the boat - it was quicker. Now we, are like, going to escape and get the police. Come on (Y/n)." She bent down next to the motorboat and began pouring the gas.

"But by the time the police arrive everyone will be dead! There's no time for the police, we have to work together and get out another way!" You argued hotly, growing irritated when she didn't listen.

"There. Bugzy already put the propellor in, but like, he's not here. So let's go already." A. J. went to climb in, but noticed you weren't.

"Come on-!"

"No! I'm going to save our friends; I'm not a coward!"

"I am like, trying to save our asses here. Let's. GO." She grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you into the small vessel, her grip like iron.

"No! Leave me here to die then, like the loser you are!" You insulted rashly, and she glared.

Meanwhile, whilst your petty squabble was happening, Jason spotted you down by the dock; his face contorting into one of fury. How did you escape the locked room? And why were you near a boat? You were trying to leave. With a growl, he stormed towards you both and shoved you out of the way, his temper bubbling to the surface.

"Jason stop!" He ignored your begs as if they were nothing, trying to grab A. J. out of the boat.

A. J. gasped and revved up the motorboat, zooming away just in time. By now, Jason was livid, walking into the water with a vengeance. You stood there in fear, not knowing whether to be annoyed by her betrayal or scared by Jason's dark wrath.

Having a mixture of both, you froze when you saw Jason jump up and haul her under the water; presumably drowning her.

"A. J!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, but only her corpse floated to the surface.

Dead.

Freddy Krueger:
You touched your cheek in wonder, creeped out by how it was still moist. Did that guy actually lick you?

"How are you feeling?" A very guilty Brittany sat by your side, stroking your hair in a calming matter.

"Brit...? What are you doing in here...?" You mumbled tiredly, and she bit her lip.

"He came into your dreams didn't he? I heard you crying and whimpering. I feel so bad." She sighed.

"Don't feel bad. I'm fine." You brushed off her concern with a smile and sat up sleepily.

"What are we supposed to do? Thanks to me, you're now being harassed by this bitch." Brittany panicked, hiding her face in her hands.

"Brit, it's not your fault! Besides, I'm really okay, he didn't hurt me. I can handle him, trust me." You lied about handling him, but it made her feel better and that's all you cared about.

"Y-You can?" She looked up as you lied to her, her expression now one of hope.

"Would I lie to you? I got this. Piece of cake." You seemed to be reassuring yourself as well as her, however it did work.

"Right...well I'll make breakfast, then you've got to take Sara to school. You're welcome to take the day off though if that nightmare shocked you too much. I know they affect you in real life." Brit was on the ball with the malicious dreams, knowing from experience what they can do.

"Nah I'll go to school. I don't want my attendance to go down, we all know how they whine about it." You rolled your eyes and she laughed.

"True. Hurry up then, whilst I go get Sara ready. I have a photo shoot in an hour." She said absentmindedly, leaving your room.

You pulled on a cream-coloured vest top, along with a faded, checkered skirt and a beige cardigan, slipping on tan lace-up shoes. You were going for that cute, schoolgirl look and you totally nailed it. Grabbing your brown shoulder bag, you skidded down the stairs and was just in time for breakfast; breakfast being sausage, bacon and eggs.

"Morning (Y/n), how'd you sleep?" Little Sara asked cutely, still having a bedhead as she tucked into her food.

"I slept great." Man, you were doing a lot of white lies today.

"That's awesome! I slept good too." She warmly smiled, in her merry little world whilst she ate.

"Oh Sara, you didn't brush your hair. Hang on-" Brittany grabbed a hair brush and began to brush Sara's long, dark hair.

"Ow! That hurts!" Sara wailed.

"I don't know how your hair got to be so tangled." Brit remarked seriously, trying to be quick yet gentle.

"I don't know! It just does." Sara retorted, sulking a little from the sudden stings.

"You do have beautiful hair Sara. You take after mother." You complimented as she was about to start a tantrum.

"I do take after her, don't I?" She beamed, and Brit finished brushing.

"You do. You look just like a mini version of her." Brittany said wistfully, kissing the top of her little sister's head.

"Come on, we need to get mother's little angel to school." You finished breakfast and stuck your tongue out at Sara in a jovial way.

"Kay." Sara obediently finished her breakfast before grabbing her schoolbag, walking to the door whilst she waited for you.

"Bye Brit, good luck at the photo shoot today." You embraced your older sister softly.

"Thank you. Good luck at school you two." Brittany replied as she went to apply her makeup.

You nodded and took Sara's hand, leading her out of the house, to school. After dropping her off at Springwood Elementary School, you entered your school; Springwood High School.

The day passed as you dealt with busy classes, a few tests and some snooty popular girls, the day proving to be a tiring one. When you and Sara arrived home, Brittany was still out modelling, so it was just the two of you for a while.

"Remember to start your homework Sara." You reminded her tiredly, walking to the staircase.

"But I don't want to!" She whined, pouting.

"Do it or no pudding after dinner." You folded your arms and Sara groaned.

"(Y/n)-"

"No arguing. Now I need to start my studying. Call me if you need help." You stated seriously, going upstairs to your room.

When you entered your bedroom you gasped; seeing the evil male lounging on your bed and holding a necklace of yours. A sterling silver lotus necklace - to be exact. With trembling hands, you snatched up a pair of sharp scissors, pointing them at him as you eyed him warily.

"Welcome home, doll~" Freddy greeted in amusement, twirling the necklace around in one hand.

"What-What are you doing in my room...?" You demanded nervously, holding the scissors like a weapon.

"Careful now, you might hurt yourself with those." He maliciously mocked as he threw the necklace in the air, catching it a minute later.

"I'll hurt you with these." You threatened and his lips curled into a grin.

"Oh I doubt that, princess. But by all means; fire away." Freddy stood up, motioning to stab him in the chest.

"Why are you here? You were in my nightmare, so how are you now in my room?" You questioned fiercely.

"I guess I'm just the man of your dreams, huh bitch?" He jeered, making you scoff.

"Only if the man of my dreams was a crispy moron." You retaliated sassily; having none of it.

"Do you know who you're speaking to? I could kill you at any given moment in fucking agonising ways. I'm the God of Nightmares, so know your place girl." Freddy warned and the taunting tone vanished from his voice.

"Look, what do you want?" You folded your arms as you leaned against the bedroom door.

"I want you." He simply said, his expression now devious.

"Me?" You repeated in confusion.

"No the girl across the fucking street. Yes I want you." The demon turned sarcastic, causing you to grow confused.

"You want me? For what? To...kill me?" You questioned and his smile grew considerably.

"That seems to be the question, doesn't it?" He innocently mused, pleased when he sensed fear stir within you.

Moving your hand along the door, you grasped the handle and tried to turn it; confused and nervous when the door wouldn't open. Freddy chuckled at your attempt to leave as you tugged at the locked door, now looking down at the handle in slight panic.

"See you in your dreams, bitch~" He murmured into your ear wickedly, and when you turned around he had vanished.

The door finally opened, so you flung it open and darted out; landing on your butt once you left your room. Sara - whom had just left the bathroom - stared down at you incredulously.

"Sis, what are you doing on the floor? Weren't you studying?" She cocked her head to the side in bewilderment.

Great.

That night you had another gruesome nightmare, the dream messing with your mind and mentality; making you run away from all sorts of monstrous things. Tears pricked at your eyes as sweat poured down your face, trying your best to survive.

"Dammit Freddy, leave me alone!" You yelled unhappily, hearing cruel laughter echo around the freaky forest he had placed you in.

The trees suddenly lit on fire, a tremendous amount of smoke and soot clouding the air whilst you staggered around. How were you meant to escape? You were coughing heavily by this point, trying to find a way out of the dangerous area.

You shrieked as a thick tree root curled around your ankle and purposely pulled you down, leaving a vicious burn mark around your foot. The fire was now everywhere, your mind too intoxicated by the poisonous smoke and scared to comprehend what was happening.

Freddy, on the other hand, was hugely enjoying your distress; his singed face smirking the whole time as he watched. The look of anguish spread across your face was absolutely delightful and he loved how panicked you were. Ah, it was almost as satisfying as slaughtering you~

However, his sadistic enjoyment turned to concern when a flaming tree started to crack at the trunk, threatening to fall. Oh shit, no- You let out a shriek of alarm when the burning wood lurched forwards, its roots snapping as the tree went flying towards you.

You froze - terror-stricken - but the blazing plant passed right through you; evaporating through the floor. What the fuck? A few seconds later, Freddy stood a few feet away from you, an amused look plastered onto his burnt facial features.

"You alright down there, sweet cheeks?" He tauntingly teased, waving his gloved hand at you.

You said nothing at first, finding your breath and trying to get relatively calm whilst he waited casually.

"I...I don't understand. Why...Why would you - of all people - save me?" You stuttered, gripping the forest floor as comfort.

"Save you? I didn't save you. If you died I wouldn't get to see your cute, panic-themed expressions, now would I?" Freddy disagreed smugly, and waited for you to get up.

"So - and correct me if I'm wrong - you're going to keep giving me horrifying nightmares, but you're not going to kill me?" You summed up his plan whilst you came to your senses.

"Pretty much." He slyly grinned.

"You're a real piece of shit, you know that?" You mumbled; almost in disbelief.

"I know, I get that a lot." Freddy's smirk deepened and for some reason his sassy reply seemed funny to you.

"Fuck you." You strangely struggled to keep a smile away from your face, the adrenaline inside you fading.

The relief of surviving along with his cheeky retort made you grin, and you wiped the sweat off your forehead with your wrist quickly; feeling oddly buoyant.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, kitten." He purred as he held his non-gloved hand out towards you.

You eyed him suspiciously before taking it, letting him help you up. Then you hurriedly let go - just in case he got any creepy ideas and therefore making his smile widen.

"You're afraid of me." Freddy proudly noted, feeding on your fear.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" You quizzed sharply.

"Yes, but I didn't expect it so soon - you were a hard nut to crack." He said in a sadistic manner and you scowled.

"Crack? I haven't cracked. Try again tomorrow." You actually mocked back, causing him to be a little impressed.

"Deal. See you tomorrow princess~"

Pennywise:
A week had passed since your new friend  Pennywise had saved you from your abusive mother and gotten you a brand new, foster family. This family had a kids of their own; two twin girls who were very sweet to you. Their names were Hailey and Hannah, both having wispy brown hair and blue eyes. They were older than you were but they still looked after you nicely.

Luckily, you had talked to Pennywise and he agreed not to eat them, although-be-it begrudgingly. Things were looking up and you even attended Elementary School with your two sisters. It was like a completely new life; one that you had embraced with the utmost of happiness.

One day on the way to school, you spotted a white van trailing behind the three of you as you walked to school, and you tugged on Hailey's sleeve nervously.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" She asked, turning to look at you with a smile.

"That car keeps following us. I really don't like it." You remarked uneasily.

"Oh (Y/n), it's driving on the road - nothing to get all worked up about." Hannah joined the conversation and held your hand before the road.

"But-"

"Come along (Y/n), we're going to be late for school." Hailey interrupted as they helped you across the large crossroad.

You fell silent and let them take you to school, making their usual promise to meet you at the school gate. The day dragged on whilst you daydreamed out of the window, smiling when you saw Pennywise walk past; doing his daily checkup on you.

"(Y/n) (L/n), you're not paying attention again! Go to the Principal's Office after class please." Your teacher demanded crisply, making you jump.

"Yes miss." You blushed and felt awkward when everyone looked towards you.

It made you feel a little shameful when they giggled and whispered to one another. The teacher made them be quiet as she continued the lesson. Miserably, you paid moderate attention, but it was too difficult - due to it being boring. Minutes slowly ticked past but eventually the slow class finished, meaning you now had to go see the Principal.

You made your way to his office and sat in the waiting room, being the only one in there. Yet you grew happier when Pennywise appeared, his grin wide and unruly.

"Hi there, little lollipop." He piped up cheekily, handing you a swirly piece of candy.

"Hi Pennywise." You took the sugary treat and popped it into your mouth, savouring the sweetness.

"What's wrong? You look a little down in the dumps~" Pennywise noted in concern as he sat down next to you.

"I didn't pay attention in class again, so I'm being sent to the Principal's Office for the fifth time." You sighed.

"Oh dear, a little dreamy are we?" He playfully poked your cheek, finding your antics to be adorable.

"Yeah..." You hugged your knees; not wanting to see the Principal at all.

"Don't worry lollipop, he's just a boring man. He can't hurt you; I won't let him." Pennywise tried to cheer you up cutely and partly worked.

"Thanks Pennywise. Hopefully I don't get a detention." You wanted to look on the bright side, hopping to your feet when the Principal opened his door.

"(Y/n), again?" He invited you in, a serious look on his face.

"Sorry sir." You shyly mumbled as you followed him.

"This is the fifth time this week. Why is it so hard for you to pay attention?" The Principal wondered, sitting down in his leather chair.

You took a seat opposite him - in front of his desk - and bit your lip, not knowing what to say.

"I...I don't know sir." You didn't know what to tell him; you had no idea why you couldn't focus.

"Mrs Jones, please bring the school's nurse in please, thank you." He spoke into the intercom briefly before clasping his hands.

"The nurse will be along in a minute. You and her can have a one-to-one session, in fact she'll be able to help you." The Principal smiled as he left the room.

"But I'm not sick!" You called after him nervously, your stomach buzzing with butterflies.

A few minutes later the school nurse came in, a sickly-sweet smile spread across her facial features. She sat in his chair, placing down some folders as she looked at you.

"Good afternoon (Y/n), my name is Angela and I'm the school's nurse. Now, I also look out for students who have things such as ADHD, depression, PTSD, and-"

"I-I'm fine! Just because I don't pay attention in class doesn't mean I have those things!" You cut across her, surprised by her response.

"No need to be afraid dear, I'm here to help." She soothingly said, causing you to shake your head.

"I don't need help, I-I'll pay attention now; I swear it!" You retorted anxiously.

"I'm assuming you have PTSD - from your traumatic past. Hmm, your father passed away and your mother became abusive; that's a dreadful experience to go through-"

"I have a nice family though, I don't see how-"

"And you haven't made any friends here yet. Do you feel lonely (Y/n)? Is that why you keep staring out of the same window? Is that why you-"

"I'm fine! Please stop asking and just leave me alone!" You finally snapped, beginning to cry as you raced out.

In fact you left the school altogether, not waiting for the bell. You rushed past the gates and slowed down on the sidewalk; tears trickling down your cherry-coloured cheeks. Whilst you wiped your eyes, the same van pulled up and you turned to see a couple coming towards you - one female and one male.

"You were the people following me and my big sisters..." You took a step back, wary of these foreign folk.

They spoke to each other in fast and fluent Spanish before the woman turned to you.

"Leetle girl...sad, no?" She was now speaking broken English, her dark locks whipping around her face.

"A-A bit." You hesitantly replied as you backed away.

"We...can fix that. We have...ze candy, back there-" She vaguely gestured towards the van.

"I don't really need candy." You were feeling very uncomfortable, especially now that the man had come closer too.

"Sarita and I have always wanted a child...a leetle girl like you. Please...come with us~" He slowly took ahold of your wrists; giving you a bad touch.

"No! Let go of me! Hailey! Hannah-!" Your high-pitched cry got cut short as the man clapped a hand over your mouth.

"You will be veery happy with us." The woman added with a sick smile.

You squirmed and struggled with all of your might, but he simply carried your writhing form to the vehicle; sending you into fits of hysteria. Help! Someone; Anyone! Before he could get your wriggling body into the van a thin dagger was thrown at great force into his shoulder, resulting in him releasing you.

"Penny!" You choked out - not even using your saviour's full name because you were too panicked - and he strode right past you; too angered to speak.

"Thought you could take my little lollipop and get away with it?" He gave a sadistic smile, but his usually golden eyes were glinting darkly; another weapon materialising into his grasp.

"We no understand...she's your leetle girl?" The woman asked him, cowering away from his clownish attire.

"Of course she is. Now touch her again and you'll die." Pennywise's smile widened as he threw another knife into the male.

He let out another agonising yell, clutching his shoulder as he backed away in complete and utter terror. The clown stormed towards him and shoved his claw-like hand right through his chest, grinning manically the whole time.

The woman shrieked and tried to get into the driver's seat, but Pennywise just dragged her out, flashing his yellow teeth at her intimidatingly. A few minutes of stabbing and slashing and she was also dead; her expression one of the utmost horror.

Your eyes were wide with shock, not liking the amount of violence you that you just witnessed. Your best friend now had blood down his ruffles, the burgundy liquid dripping off his pom-poms disgustingly.

"Little lollipop?" Pennywise called to you, slight worry showing through his tone.

Usually he loved to sense the fear in little children, but with you it just felt...wrong. He could see your distress written all over your face, and your trembling made it worse.

"Y-You hurt them...a-and the b-blood, it's-"

"Ah, but the blood's gone, see?" He waved a hand across his outfit and the scarlet substance quite literally disappeared; like some twisted vanishing act.

"Penny, I don't-I mean I-I can't-" You choked out, still shocked.

"Listen to me (Y/n)," You'd never seen him this serious; heck he even just used your real name instead of his cute nickname for you, "-I hurt them to keep you safe, remember that."

"But did you have to...kill them?" You whispered fearfully as he bent down to your level.

"Probably not - but it was much more fun to dispose of them than to let them get away." Pennywise mischievously said, his hands holding yours now.

"I'm scared Penny, please don't hurt me!" You wept; the fright and paranoia eating away at you.

"I will never hurt my little lollipop~" He soothed sweetly as he brought you into a calming cuddle.

"Promise?" You whimpered, holding your pinkie out to him.

Pennywise gave you a comforting look, moving his hand closer and curling his pinkie around yours childishly. With a dry chuckle, he lightly squeezed your pinky; wanting to reassure you.

"Promise~" He agreed at once and this little promise actually got you to calm down considerably.

"Thank you." Your eyes welled up with grateful tears, making you hide your face in his frilly chest.

"Anytime, cupcake."

Norman Bates:
You slept in that morning - having had a chaotic night - and had to get woken up by Norman himself; the boy knocking on your door politely.

"(Y-Y/n)?" He called your name cautiously, waiting outside for a quick minute.

"Mmm?" You made a drowsy sound, pretending you were more awake than you actually were.

"I-It's 11 o-o'clock. I t-thought you m-might want s-some breakfast?" Norman tried to be nice and grew concerned when silent answered him.

Pushing open the door a crack, he saw that you were still sleeping; your frail form snuggled into the covers and hugging one of the fluffy pillows. He smiled and went to your side - finding you to be utterly adorable.

"H-Hey~" Norman poked your cheek softly with one slim finger, and your eyes fluttered open.

"Oh hey Norman... Good morning..." You smiled sleepily as you gazed up at him.

Norman's cheeks blushed a vibrant crimson; your cuteness being too strong for him to handle. Not only were you very pretty - with your beautiful bedhead look and your childlike persona, but the fact that you let him enter your room and not gotten irritated with him only made him happier.

"G-Good morning." The shy teen stuttered back, shooting you a softened glance.

"Say, would you mind helping me get my car out of the ditch I drove into last night? I'm sure it should be able to drive still...maybe..." You asked hopefully, and he nodded.

"S-Sure I can. B-But maybe s-some b-breakfast first?" He offered as you sat up.

"Oh yes please! I'm starving." You giggled, grateful for his kind offer.

"I-I'll get it started then." Norman grew excited, happy that you accepted his tiny offer.

He knew the breakfast wasn't all that great here, so for you to want to eat it instead of going to a local cafe pleased him exceptionally. After he left, you wiped your eyes and went to your suitcase; wanting to choose today's outfit.

You pulled on a flowing cream shirt, slipped on a pair of denim jeggings and put on some thigh-high sepia boots; finishing off the look with some pearly earrings and a umber-coloured handbag.

Making your way back to the main lobby, you saw the sign that said 'Breakfast Area' and headed towards that room, seeing that it was mostly empty. Didn't many people come to the Motel? You took a seat and casually waited, bringing out a book as you unknowingly hummed under your breath.

"Y-Your humming is r-really c-cute." You jumped and dropped your book when Norman's soft voice startled you.

"O-Oh I'm so s-sorry. I didn't m-mean to s-startle y-you." He added apologetically, his cheeks glowing pink as he set a tray of food on the rounded table.

"It wasn't your fault! I get too into reading these days, one day I swear it'll be the end of me." You ruefully smiled, putting the book back into your bag.

"I h-hope not." Norman disagreed, timid.

"Thank you for the breakfast, it looks delicious." You thanked politely.

The yummy-looking food was a traditional English breakfast, consisting of; two sausages, two pieces of bacon, two slices of toast, one fried egg, a portion of baked beans, a grilled tomato, a handful of mushrooms and a black pudding. This delightful meal was accompanied by a cup of tea, along with some butter, marmalade and jam so you could spread your preference onto the toast.

"Y-You're welcome. W-Well I'll m-meet you i-in the l-lobby then." Norman went to leave but you seized his hand.

"Hey, mind keeping me company? It'll be lonely to eat by myself, y'know." You asked shyly, and he stopped.

"Y-You actually w-want my c-company?" He questioned in surprise as he sat down in the seat next to you.

"Of course! You're so polite and pleasant, it's refreshing to have someone like you around to talk to." You merrily responded, beginning to tuck into your food.

"T-That's so s-sweet of y-you. I've n-never really h-had someone t-to talk t-to at the m-motel b-before." Norman opened up; bashful whilst he talked.

"Well you can always talk to me! That is until I go get my car...dang, if only I'd met you whilst on holiday or something." You started off bright and then heaved a sigh.

"Still, I can come back and visit." You tried to be positive.

Norman on the other hand was disappointed, not wanting you to leave so soon. There must be some way to keep you here! Maybe if he did something to your car you'd have no choice but to remain at the motel until it got fixed...?

"D-Does your m-mother own a-a car?" Norman quietly wondered, praying that no one would come to get you if his little ploy worked.

"Nah, it's just me who could afford a car. My sister lives close to my mother so she has no need for one, and my parents never really go anywhere." You answered honestly.

"I-I see... D-Do you s-see them o-often?" He was acting a little nosy - but he couldn't help it, you were just so interesting.

"I never liked my father. My sister's a little stuck-up but I love my mother! She's so sweet and silly, in fact sometimes I count my mother as my sister; weird right?" You chatted happily and he shook his head.

"N-Not weird a-at all. I-I love m-my mother t-too, v-very much s-so." Norman beamed as you finished eating.

"What's your mother's name? She must be an awesome person, I mean her son obviously is." You threw in a quick compliment with the question, grinning.

He blushed a beetroot red, stumbling over incoherent words as you picked up your bag. His constant shy state was just so cute!

"Should we go then? I'd like to get my car out of that wretched ditch." You remarked cheerfully and walked towards the exit; Norman tagging behind.

"N...Norma. H-Her name...i-is Norma." He faintly mumbled, very shy about it.

"Beautiful name. I bet she's pretty." You carried on in a pleasing manner, walking down the lonely street.

"I-I have a p-picture of her, i-if you w-want to s-see." Norman nervously piped up.

"I'd love to see! Show me, show me, show me!" You begged childishly, causing his heart to flutter.

He took out his wallet with fumbling fingers and turned it towards you; a picture of a brown-haired woman on one side. Norma Bates. She was a very gorgeous lady.

"She could be a model or something! And she looks so kind too! Aww~" You warmly exclaimed, not knowing that Norman was hanging onto your every word.

"T-Thank you..." He whispered, his eyes shining with endearment.

"There's my car!" You pointed a few minutes later, seeing the dusty vehicle still in the dirty ditch.

Rushing up to it, you opened the driver's door and pushed the keys in; trying to turn it on. Norman froze and then darted into action, using his secret pocketknife to slit the tyres unseeingly. Then he crouched under and slashed at several different wires - even getting the gas to leak. He hated wrecking your car and stopping you from seeing your mother, but he craved your company for just a few more days~

"Oh no! Why won't it reverse?" You groaned and then noticed the tyres.

"Shit, I must've damaged them in the ditch... I have a leak too...this really bites." You breathed out disappointedly.

"I-I'm so s-sorry (Y-Y/n). T-This is a t-terrible thing t-to have h-happened." Poor Norman lied miserably as you got out the car again.

"It sucks but hey ho, it's not the end of the world. Let me just call the nearest garage and they can... fix it." You looked on the bright side, although your voice was filled with doubt.

After a quick call, the closest car shop came and towed your car back to their garage; promising to have it repaired in a week or so. You walked back to the motel with Norman, quieter than usual as you were deep in thought.

The polite male opened the front door for you respectfully and you said a quick 'thank you' before heading in first. What you didn't expect was for someone to grab you from behind and press a steel knife up against your throat.

"What a pretty little thing you are. Stay quiet like you're supposed to and you won't get hurt, understand?" The man's voice was laced with sweet venom, spotting Norman a few seconds later.

"(Y-Y/n)!" Norman gasped; his eyes widening in shock when he saw you in danger.

"What are you, her boyfriend? Y-Your s-stuttering i-is s-so l-lame!" The guy mocked maliciously, and Norman looked down in shame.

"How dare you insult him! He's the sweetest guy I've ever met!" You spat out fiercely before biting down on this man's hand.

"Oh you little bitch!" He swore, grabbing your hair and slamming you against the counter.

Bright stars and black spots flickered across your vision as you swam in and out of consciousness; your head spinning in sickening circles. You saw the man bring out a silver pistol and aim it at Norman, the teen looking nervous yet furious at the same time.

"Now give me all the money in the register or I'll shoot this feisty slut." The repulsive male snarled aggressively; now aiming the gun towards you.

Silently, Norman made his way towards the cash register, his mind filled with ugly ways to murder this maniacal man. He would've stabbed the male right there and then but he didn't want you to become afraid of him. So he discretely reached for the baseball bat he kept underneath the counter, his rage growing with every passing second.

In fact, his mother was about to take over and for the first time it didn't bother him in the slightest. If it was to save the kind girl who had befriended him only yesterday, then him and his mother would protect you at all costs. With an animalistic cry, he charged at the burglar; knocking the gun out of his hand.

Both males fell to the floor as the metal weapon skidded across the wooden ground, relatively close to you. Norman whacked the guy with the bat repeatedly, his face showing nothing but pure fury. Although you were half-out of it, you were now scared of both boys, shivering as Norman knocked the man flat out without a moment's hesitation.

"(Y-Y/n), a-are you a-alright?" Norman panicked, dropping the bat and rushing over to your side at once; seeing your dizzy state.

"You...You saved me. Thank you Norman." Tears pricked at your eyelids as you gave him a grateful smile.

Seconds later you passed out, your vision fading whilst you were being held by Norman...your saviour.

"I...I should b-be thanking y-you...y-you're the o-one who...who a-accepted me." He said to your unconscious form timorously, picking you up bridal-style.

"T-Thank you (Y/n)~"

Hannibal Lecter:
A couple of weeks had passed since you had first met Dr. Hannibal Lecter and you'd genuinely started to trust him; to let him into your heart as a friend. It had been a while since you had made a friend anyway. After he'd prescribed you some different medicine, he set about making the therapy sessions interesting - giving you things to focus on instead of feeling down in the dumps most of the time.

"What's this?" You wondered as he handed you a small, leather book.

"It's a diary. My wish is that every time you feel distraught and depressed, you jot down every single emotion and thought in here; so I can see what's going on in that pretty little head of yours." Hannibal answered your question tactfully.

"But what will writing about my feelings actually do?" You stared at the book, not seeing a brilliant solution.

"Expressing your emotions into words is classed as an emotional outlet. It'll soothe your body's negative state to a point where you can think rationally." He logically told you and you sighed.

"I...I don't think this'll work. I'm not like other people, I don't think I can be fixed-"

"Ah, ah, ah. You're using only negatives, my dear. I told you to trust me, did I not?" Hannibal chided, a hint of playfulness evident in his tone.

"You did...but I just don't want to disappoint anyone - especially you, because you've tried so hard to help me." You confessed unhappily; looking down.

The brown-haired male placed his hand under your chin and tilted it up, so you were looking into his dark, sepia eyes. His soft action made your eyes widen in surprise, not understanding why he was being so considerate to you.

"(Y/n), you've never failed to impress me - the progress you're making is exceptional. Try to stop doubting yourself so much." Hannibal gently disagreed, going so far as to stroke your skin with his thumb.

"Really...?" You stammered as he leaned back into his comfortable-looking chair.

"Really. Now be sure to write in that diary whilst I'm gone." He reminded lightly, and you frowned.

"Whilst you're gone?" You repeated, your curiosity bubbling to the surface.

"Yes. It seems I'm needed for a crucial case with my colleague Will, so you'll be having a fill-in therapist. This shouldn't take more than a week at most." Hannibal explained calmly.

As soon as he said that your heart began to accelerate dramatically, not wanting to believe his words. The only person you trusted and cared about was going to be leaving you alone for an entire seven days?! Still, you forced a smile to your face and nodded; acting casual.

"Well...I hope you can help them and then return back safely." You politely replied, making him grin.

"It doesn't take a genius to see through your false façade, (Y/n) - I can see the fear written all over your face." He dryly pointed out, and your cheeks reddened.

"I'm just...going to miss you." You muttered as you looked away from him.

"I'll return as soon as I can, you have nothing to worry about." Hannibal flashed you a reassuring smile, immediately seeing how distressed you were.

You only nodded again, trying to give a sweet smile whilst your hands tightened on the diary. You'd keep this leather book safe, not just because it was yours but because it was the only piece of him you had when he departed.

The next day you received a new therapist, but you didn't like him very much. Not at all. His name was Keith Fletcher, a man with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes. The first time you sat down with him you knew he wouldn't be able to help you. Not like Hannibal.

"The name's Keith. I already know who you are. Now...it says here that you have anxiety, paranoia, depression, borderline personality disorder and bipolar disorder?" He bluntly stated, flicking through your file notes.

"Y...Yes..." You responded hesitantly, and he wrinkled his nose.

"What medicine are you on? Pills?" Keith asked shortly, tossing the folder rather abruptly onto the desk.

You dipped your head as a half-nod and he let out a sigh of irritation; obviously annoyed by something.

"You should be on daily injections, not silly pills. You're just wasting the hospital's supply. I'm also going to look into shock therapy, because it says here before Dr. Lecter you were unresponsive." He lazily mused, causing you to gasp.

"Shock therapy? I-I don't want that! Please don't!" You grew scared, but he rolled his eyes.

"Miss (L/n), it's not about what you want, it's about what will fix you." Keith sneered and you leapt up from your chair.

"No! I'm not going through with this!" You snapped at him, too angry by his uncaring tone.

"I'm going to need backup, a patient is resisting their medication." He spoke into the intercom on the desk; shooting you a smug look.

A minute later two guards appeared, each grabbing an arm of yours, causing you to grow even more panicked.

"Now, let's try the shock therapy shall we?"
"No! NO! NOOOOOOO!"

Three days had passed, the new therapist of yours proving to be cruel and ruthless in his old-school methods. He gave you adrenaline shots to 'battle' the bipolar disorder, did the shock therapy to 'counteract' the paranoia and depression, and finally resorted to harsh words to get you to face the 'truth.'

Every night you had written about your experiences in the diary, your tears mixing with the ink as you expressed your miserable and unhappy feelings. You wished with all of your heart that Hannibal would come back and fix everything. But he was presumably still on that case.

A day later you'd had enough, planning to end your life by jumping off the hospital's roof. You asked a guard to accompany you to the bathroom, then knocked him out once you got there. Sneaking to the staircase, you walked up all the steps; beginning to cry from the absolute misery of a life that you were dealt.

You were done. You'd have enough. You just wanted the pain to stop.

You got to the roof of the hospital and stood at the edge, scornfully looking down at the tiny people and small streets. Several of the Doctors rushed up to stop you, but you got them to stay away from you; threatening to jump if they came any closer. The same female nurse that made you go to Hannibal in the first place rushed to the phone lines and dialled his number, knowing that he was the only one who could get you down safely.

"Dr. Lecter, Dr. Lecter! We need you at once, it's extremely urgent!" She cried into the phone, her breathing jagged.

"Calm down Cristina. Take a deep breath and inform me about whatever is happening over there." His placid voice came back through the phone.

"I-It's (Y/n). She's on the roof, she won't let anyone approach her. She wants to jump. We need your help - please Doctor." The nurse panicked wildly and tried to stop her shaking.

"I'm on my way. Don't let anyone touch her; she's extremely fragile at the moment." Hannibal coldly demanded before hanging up.

Once he arrived at the hospital, he went to your room first; picking up the diary from your small drawers. His eyes skimmed over the entries, noting down every emotion and feeling you had written down. I wish Hannibal would come back, I deeply miss him. That was the sentence he began to cherish.

"Miss, please don't jump! You have so much to live for!" One of the doctors called towards you, but you just shook your head.

"All of you have made my life a living hell! Who am I even living for? I'm just a burden!" You yelled pitifully as your eyes filled with more tears.

"No. You're not." A familiar voice argued softly, causing you to freeze to the spot.

Hannibal.

"H-Hannibal. You're...You're back." You stuttered; stunned to see him standing there.

"I am indeed." He cautiously agreed and gave you a very calming smile.

You were both silent; you trying to find words to say whilst he analysed your every move. A nurse tried to edge her way towards you and  you took a step back, shaking sensitively. Hannibal cleared his throat; knowing exactly what to do.

"Everyone, please return downstairs - I'll handle this. No one get any closer to her." He instructed, throwing a stern glance towards the advancing nurse.

"Now." The brunet added impatiently.

The rest of the staff slowly departed, leaving only you two on the roof. The dark clouds above made it rain, the splashing of the water resulting in a dramatic scene. You expected Hannibal to do exactly what the others did; to spout some sappy nonsense and get you to come down on your own. But he remained where he was, his dark eyes never moving from your face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He simply asked, his voice quiet yet soothing.

"T-Talk about what...?" You whimpered.

"What got you onto that ledge." Hannibal carefully said and you debated to tell him; not knowing he'd read your diary.

"Well it-it was a lot of things. My fill-in therapist mostly. The fact that you were gone. Everything went wrong." You whispered hoarsely as you talked to him.

It soothed you - that Hannibal was actually here. That he was back. He was the only one who actually listened and helped you. You needed him and he knew that.

"I can see that. Your new therapist was wrong to switch your medication, especially to shock therapy. I didn't know they were going to replace me with such a repulsive lowlife." He actually sounded disgusted, frowning a little before relaxing his facial features.

"I just...don't want to try anymore. Broken things can't be fixed. I-I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't have even been born!" You sobbed tragically.

"Broken things can always be repaired with the right frame of mind. But you're not in the right frame of mind which is the problem. Come with me; I can help you." Hannibal approached you with the utmost delicacy, holding his pale hand out to you.

You looked back down, your stomach giving a dizzying jolt when you realised just how far down it really was. You couldn't do this. He was right; you weren't thinking rationally. With another muffled sob, you took his hand and let him pull you into a gentle embrace.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I'm so weak and pathetic." You mumbled in humiliation, your cheeks dripping with tears.

"I have to disagree. It takes great courage to step away from the ledge - I couldn't be more impressed today." Hannibal praised sweetly.

You were about to thank him when your knees buckled, meaning you collapsed; due to the stress and adrenaline you'd just endured. To your complete shock, the dark-haired male just smiled and picked you up bridal-style, his hold on you firm.

He'd kept you safe. He'd kept you from harm. And most of all, Hannibal had kept you alive.

Hope your day is going well everyone😘

**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💙