Longest part I've done yet, but I just want to say this book isn't dead! It takes ages to write this seeing as I make each part at least 2000+ words long. Plus I'm writing two other books and doing covers at the same time - enjoy nonetheless! -Cam😘xx

Michael Myers:
"Alright Michael, I'm off to school. I'll see you after-school, yeah?" The white-masked killer turned his head to look at his newly-found obsession; her beauty drawing him in just like usual.

She was wearing a lacy, cream-coloured crop top and a flimsy black skirt, decorated with white daisies. Black flats were on her feet and a brown backpack was on her back, a set of golden bangles lined neatly upon her wrist. She looked extremely cute and angelic; her (e/c) orbs lightly shining whilst she waited for some kind of silent reply. Michael gave a dazed nod, his dark eyes staring into hers with intensity.

"Have a cool day, 'kay? See ya!" She flashed a soft smile before hopping out onto the street, giving him a merry wave.

It baffled him how she could act so pleasant towards him - surely a normal person would've tried to escape by now. But she was just so...so natural around him. After the agreement, (Y/n) had just accepted her fate and calmly went about her business. He even threatened to kill her brother, yet she was acting like Michael and herself were friends.

It was quite touching to the quiet male. Nevertheless, he slipped out of her house and stealthily made his way to her school; seeing students trickle through the gates of Haddonfield High School. He spotted (Y/n) among the crowd of kids, chatting to a few girls and grinning. Michael simply stood there and stared - stalking being one of his most important interests. It made him happy to see his obsession happy.

He had memorised her timetable whilst she'd been sleeping; her first lesson was literature class, down in the English department. So he slowly walked towards that building, going over to the classroom she was in and hiding by the window. Michael was just out of sight - confident that he wouldn't get caught. All he wanted to do was to keep his eyes on (Y/n), was that such a hard thing to understand?

"Now it looks like Miss (L/n) was one of the top-scorers again this week. Quite a coincidence, considering her...background. Would you like to explain how your short studying times prove to be effective?" The teacher crossed her arms as she called (Y/n) out - a soft smirk spreading across her face.

"It's called working hard." (Y/n) muttered in embarrassment, her whole face red.

"I just find it a tiny bit hard to believe, honey. Your brother is...unemployed, is he not? So it must be hard to keep up with school and whatnot." The woman responded as she made her voice sickly-sweet, purposely messing with (Y/n).

"Just because you got dumped by her father doesn't mean you get to be such a bitch towards (Y/n)! This type of bullying can be reported, you know!" A girl next to Michael's obsession snapped - having enough of this woman's mean attitude.

"Detention for vulgar language and speaking out of turn, Miss Amber." The teacher retaliated tauntingly, pleased that she had the upper-hand.

"It's Rachel Amber." The girl gritted her teeth and flicked her head to the side, her blonde hair swishing behind her.

"Oh so the two of you want to be rebellious? Looks like Friday's test will be moved to today." The teacher's tone was triumphant - like she'd just won a battle.

Groans and sounds of complaining filled the room, everyone glaring daggers at this 'Rachel' and (Y/n). This woman was getting on Michael's nerves, especially with the rude way she was treating his girl. Anger filled the stalker as he watched (Y/n) slam her head on the desk, sighing in exasperation. There must be some way he could prevent this test from happening.

He wandered away from the window, tilting his head slightly as (Y/n) caught a glimpse of him. Not like she'd freak out or anything. She was used to him stalking her by now. Michael snuck into the school, taking out the janitor by slicing his throat open. Blood gushed down his body whilst he gurgled for help - twitching and trembling in pain.

No good...he needed someone who would scream. Someone who could be used as an alarm. So the murderous male continued down the hallway, someone else catching his attention. A girl. She was standing outside a classroom - having obviously been sent out. The brunette's head snapped up when she saw him, the girl taken aback by his attire.

"W-Who are you-? Why are you wearing a mask? It's not Halloween, doofus!" She feistily spat at him - definitely bewildered. Michael didn't say anything, taking slow steps towards her whilst he prepared to take her life.

"Get away from me creep! What the fuck?!" She raised her hand to slap him but Michael caught her wrist - his hand curling around hers in an iron-like grip. Then he plunged his knife through her stomach, interested by the shrill scream that came from her lips. His work was complete; now time to get back to (Y/n).

He walked around the corner as the classroom door opened - the teacher seeing the bleeding girl and freaking out. She ordered her students to stay in the room before rushing to the principal's office, shaking with fear. Emotionless, Michael returned to the window outside (Y/n)'s class and saw her working on the test - her expression glum.

A few minutes passed and then a man rushed into the room, telling the teacher to get the kids into the playground. (Y/n) was now confused, flashing a puzzled look towards the window before following the other students out. A small smile stretched across Michael's face, hidden by the mask as he used the shadows of the trees to tag along.

"There's a murderer running around - we can't continue to teach students in such peril!" One teacher panicked, standing by the principal.

"Everyone is in danger right now. Are the police here yet?" Another one joined in anxiously.

"We should send them home, it's not safe!" A third teacher worried as the students lined up in order of class.

"We need the police to get here first, then we'll send them home." The principal tiredly agreed, straightening his suit. Michael looked away from them, wanting to see (Y/n)'s reaction.

"Can you believe an upperclassman was murdered a few corridors down from us? There's a killer in the school." Rachel was telling (Y/n); both girls talking in hushed voices.

"I can believe it, actually." Michael was amused by (Y/n)'s dry tone, the stalker leaning against a tree as he watched them.

"You sound like you know who it is...was it you?" (Y/n) rolled her eyes at Rachel's question, shaking her pretty little head.

Michael grew a little irritated; why couldn't (Y/n) focus on him? Why was she hanging around this Rachel girl so much? He'd have to take her out. He did grow happier when (Y/n) spotted him, shaking her head again with a wry smile. The silent male spun his knife between his fingers, sending her a soft nod before moving out of view. If she looked at him for too long, others would look too and he'd get caught.

He'd just wait for her at her home. Their home, since Michael mostly stayed with her. He knew everything about (Y/n); her fears, her hobbies, her favourite things to eat and to do, etc etc. But Michael also knew how lonely (Y/n) got - what with Miles now having a job and their father being abroad, also working. How she survived for so long without breaking down or giving up...it made him love her even more.

So he stood by the front door, patiently waiting for her to return home. He missed looking at her - with her heartwarming smile, cheerful eyes and soft hair. He disliked being away from (Y/n), because then he couldn't protect nor admire her. Michael dug his knife into the wall and began to drag it through the wallpaper, his mood sour. Where was his (Y/n)? How long did it take for the police to send people home?

Eventually the door opened, a slightly-tired (Y/n) stepping into the house as she stifled a yawn. Michael couldn't wait any longer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. A faint blush washed across her cheeks, causing Michael to be amused whilst he gently embraced her beautiful form.

"I certainly didn't expect you to strike at school. What were you thinking? You could've been caught." Her melodic voice caught his attention and he looked down at her - confused. Why wouldn't he be close to her?

"I know you like to be near me, but killing someone inside the school is risky...and downright reckless. I know you, you're not reckless. Why did you do that?" She grew stern as she broke the hug, dumping her bag on the floor. Michael suppressed a sigh and brought out the notepad, going to answer her.

I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᔕTᗩᑎᗪ TO ᔕEE YOᑌ ᗷᑌᒪᒪIEᗪ. ᑎOᗯ YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᕼᗩᐯE TO TᗩKE TᕼᗩT TEᔕT. I'ᗰ GOIᑎG TO KIᒪᒪ TᕼᗩT TEᗩᑕᕼEᖇ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ TᕼOᑌGᕼ.

[A/N: "I couldn't stand to see you bullied. Now you don't have to take that test. I'm going to kill that teacher for you though."]

"Oh Michael...you don't have to kill for me. She's been on my ass since the start of the year. She's not worth any sadness." (Y/n) shrugged uncaringly. Her fighting attitude only made Michael's obsession with her stronger, the male dropping the notepad and the pen as he pinned her against the wall.

"M-Michael-! What are you doing-?" Her stutters were incredibly cute to him, his hands cradling her cheeks whilst he leant his head against hers. He wanted to press his lips against hers and mark her as his...but not yet. It wasn't the right time. So after stroking the edge of her face a little he let go, his head filled with romance and lust.

"You missed me that much, huh? You're so silly...honestly..." (Y/n) mumbled and moved past him - her entire face flushed bright pink. The whole afternoon and evening Michael stayed with her, helping her with chores and listening to her every word.

She was immensely important to him.
No one else mattered but her.
(Y/n) was his priority one.

"I'm really tired...think I'm gonna have a quick shower and then go to bed." (Y/n) stretched after finishing her maths homework, Michael standing right behind her.

He nodded, giving her a loving hug before she left her bedroom. This of course, gave him time to look around and learn more about his sweet (Y/n). The stalker silently moved around the room, picking up random things and inspecting them. She had pictures of her family, but more importantly she had photos of her and her mother - the duo looking very happy. She must've been devastated when her mother passed.

Michael's overprotective nature flared up at that thought, his psychotic mind wanting nothing more than to isolate her and keep (Y/n) happy by himself. But she wouldn't be happy without her brother...something Cynthia should've felt with Michael. Funnily enough, he didn't feel bad about killing Cynthia - that was probably the curse taking effect though. (Y/n) wasn't blood-related, so he didn't feel the same rage to destroy her.

He looked around a little more and then she returned; a towel wrapped around her body whilst her damp hair curled around her shoulders. Her expression was a peaceful one, so he could only assume that the shower was relaxing. Good, she deserved that after today. The obsession and certain...feelings he felt for her swam around in his head, the patient stalker almost losing control of his calm structure.

"I guess I don't have school for a little while...do you want to do something tomorrow? If you're not killing, that is." (Y/n) offered kindly, brushing her wet hair so it didn't dry tangled.

Michael dipped his head as a yes, pleased by her offer. (Y/n) then got changed in front of him, not thinking twice about it. Perhaps she was so okay with him stalking she didn't realise how intimate it was to watch. The killer certainly didn't mind, getting heat in a certain place as he took a few steps closer to her. She hadn't gotten into her pyjama top yet; letting out a shy squeak when her back bumped into his chest.

"W-What are you looking at-?!" (Y/n) stammered in shock, covering her cleavage as she let Michael hold her bare shoulders.

It gave him huge enjoyment to see (Y/n) so flustered, especially when she was so...revealed. His hands slipped from her shoulders to her waist, his fingers sliding down her skin whilst he marvelled at her softness. He then hugged her from behind - adoration showing through every single action he did. Michael only wanted her to see how special she was to him, a small smile forming underneath his mask.

"I-I...I really need to get my pyjama top on-!" She blushed as she clutched the shirt between her hands, a faint smile on her face too.

Michael unwillingly let go, internally sighing. He didn't want to stop touching her - he admired everything about (Y/n). She finally slipped the pyjama top on and flicked the light off - the bedroom lamp still providing a soft glow around the room. Then (Y/n) snuggled into bed, looking very overworked.

"I would stay up and talk more, but I'm super beat. I'm exhausted after all those chores." She murmured sleepily, her eyes barely staying open. Michael sat on the opposite side of the bed, placing his hand on her head and petting her hair affectionately. Sleep~ -is what he wanted to say, but he'd always been somewhat of a mute.

"Night Michael, see you in the morning." (Y/n) yawned as her eyes fluttered shut, her consciousness fading.

"Thank you...for stopping...that...test..." She drowsily spoke, falling asleep a second later. Michael chuckled - the sound inaudible. His obsession really was cute~

Once she was definitely unconscious he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle cradle; holding her close. She was...utterly perfect. Flawless in every way. Parts of her hair fell into her face after Michael had moved her, so he brushed it to the side delicately. With one hand he held the side of her face, and with the other he stroked her hair again; completely entertained by her sleeping form.

The whole night he held her in his arms, cherishing (Y/n)'s entire existence. His stalking may be considered creepy and abnormal, but he was crushing on her. And he was crushing hard.

Jason Voorhees:
Jason slammed his machete through someone's stomach; the sharp weapon tearing through their skin and forcing them to let out a sickening scream. Good. This was their punishment for trespassing. Satisfaction washed through him when his mother gave her usual pleasant praise - her voice being dear to him. But he also adored (Y/n)'s affectionate tone, the (h/c)-haired girl being the best company he could ever ask for.

Without him asking, (Y/n) began to make meals instead of the killer; learning how to cook the raw animals he brought quite quick. She made even more delicious food than he usually did, cooking up creative and complex dishes. Sometimes she even arranged his food into a smiley face - which always brightened up Jason's day. He stayed close to (Y/n) as much as possible, with the exception of trespassers.

One time the drunken trespassers tried to force her down, which didn't bode well with Jason. In fact the killer almost exploded from fury - making sure to torture the males until they bled out. No one touches her. No one talks to her. And no one takes advantage of her. His beautiful mate wasn't to be shared with anyone. Jason admired her from the bottom of his innocent heart - his admiration flickering between possession and obsession.

"Hey Jason, you okay? You've been staring at your machete for a while now." He snapped out of his lovey-dovey thoughts and looked up, seeing (Y/n)'s sweet face once more. The killer gave a nod at her concerned question - a bit hesitant when it came to speaking.

"So I was thinking we could explore the woods today - if that's okay with you of course - and then have a picnic by the lake pier...what do you think?" She planned brightly, poking at the fire to make sure it ate up the sticks. Jason nodded again - but this time with much more enthusiasm.

"For breakfast I made us some porridge - good thing Chad stocked up the cabins, huh?" (Y/n) passed Jason a bowl of raspberry porridge, blueberries being dotted in.

"Th...Thank...y...ou..." The hockey-masked killer still had trouble with speaking, but he wanted her to see how grateful he was for the food. He usually ate charred meat for all meals, however now he was receiving incredibly delicious breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.

"Hey no problem! It gives me something to do whilst you do your rounds." She smiled in such a friendly manner that it sent the childlike male into heavenly delight - the killer giving her a hug.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awesome, I know. But you'd better hurry up or else it's gonna get cold." (Y/n) nudged him towards the bowl playfully - a faint blush washing across her cheeks.

Jason turned his attention to the food and tucked in rather rapidly, due to being ravenous. He'd always had a huge appetite - even before he drowned. Once he'd finished he picked up his machete and gave the sweet girl another loving hug; his heart thumping with affection whilst he showed his appreciation for her. Must she be so nice to him? He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving Camp Crystal Lake soon.

"I guess I'll see you in a bit. Don't forget about our plans, 'kay?" (Y/n) waved goodbye as he began walking away, trusty weapon in hand. A secret smile slid across Jason's face, the rugged man nodding yet again before he disappeared from her sight.

All he had to do was check for trespassers around the perimeter and then he could spend the day with (Y/n); just like he always did. He cherished every single waking moment with that girl. The very thought made the killer's heart skip a beat - was it silly to get so attached to her? Would she ever feel the same way? Or was she just so sweet that she'd keep being nice to him? Jason wished (Y/n) felt the same, but he was lucky just to have her around right now.

The protective killer tensed up as he heard footsteps - realising that there were trespassers on his territory. He'd have to take them out. He couldn't risk them defiling the camp, or even worse, find (Y/n). They could be like the last trespassers who tried to have their way with her! A lowly growl slipped through his mouth whilst he prepared to fight, spotting them through the foliage. It was a group of teenage boys; two of them holding a gun and the other two holding baseball bats.

"We promised the girls we'd look for them today, there's no way in hell we're turning back Troy."

"But the game's on today Max! If the police couldn't find them, why are we bothering?"

"Because they're worried, this will at least set their minds at ease."

"How Leo? By saying we failed to find them?"

"Shut up Troy."

"You shut up Noel!"

They stopped talking when Jason stepped on a twig; the snapping sound causing them to become alert. That's when the masked killer went into stealth mode - sneaking to the side and ambushing them. Two of the open fired at him, but Jason didn't even flinch. Instead he decapitated the first one and then swung at the second male, intent on killing them all. One of the other two smacked him with a baseball bat, stunning him for a few seconds. Not for long though.

"Split up! This maniac's gonna kill us all if we just stand here!" One of them yelled as Jason internally panicked.

No...No they couldn't split up - he had to catch them. If he didn't, they might find (Y/n). He vowed to protect her. And he would not fail. Luckily one of the boys were in shock, standing there and staring at the headless corpse. That was an easy kill for Jason, who plunged his machete right through his heart. Two left. Where were they? The killer's eyes moved to his left, seeing one of them try to flee the scene.

With incredible aim, he sent his machete flying; feeling triumphant when it hit the boy in the back of his skull. After he pulled his machete out of the head, he searched and searched for the final male - determined to find him. Ten minutes passed and he eventually found the last teen - this one cowering inside one of the toilet cubicles. This time he shoved his machete through the boy's stomach and slowly ripped it down, until it reached a certain area. Then he left - letting the teen endure the torture.

"Jason? Jason! Where are you?! Jason!!" An alarmed call came from a very familiar source, which sent the killer into frantic mode. Where was she? Was (Y/n) in danger? He rushed to her side and watched in confused concern when she dropped to the ground, gasping for air.

"I heard...gunshots...I was so worried...w-what happened...to you...?" She panted; fretting over the child-like killer. Jason ruffled her hair, trying to let her know that nothing was wrong whilst she breathed in and out.

"Are you okay?" (Y/n) gazed up at him with big doe-like eyes, the woeful stare making her look incredibly cute. The hockey-masked male nodded as a yes, helping her up and wrapping his arms around her in a giant bear hug.

"Jeez...Can you like...try not to scare me like that again? Maybe take the guns away from them before you kill them." He let out a throaty laugh at her idea, amused by (Y/n)'s dry voice.

"S...Sure..." Jason agreed in a rumbly tone; poking the side of her face and grinning underneath his mask. She really was adorable.

"Do you still want to have that picnic? Or would you rather double check the camp? I know you like to do that after finding trespassers." The girl raked a hand through her hair and regained her composure - brushing the dirt off her shorts.

"P...Pic...nic..." Jason grew tremendously excited, picking her up and whirling (Y/n) around due to his happiness.

"I-I'm not a little kid!" She complained cutely, clutching his chest with bashfulness.

He pouted and gingerly placed her back on the ground, acting overzealous as he relaxed his stance. Jason usually stayed on guard the whole day, however (Y/n)'s presence was greatly calming to him. It always surprised him how happy he seemed to be after spending a bit of time with her. The two of them walked back to the cabin she was staying at - the girl hurrying inside to scoop up a picnic basket. Jason's stomach rumbled when she came back outside, (Y/n)'s tinkling laugh filling the air.

"Wow, you really worked up an appetite today, didn't you? C'mon, let's go sit on the pier." She punched his arm lightly before setting off towards their destination.

Jason tagged along next to her; just happy to be near the kindhearted girl. They say at the edge of the pier - both of them slipping their shoes off and dipping their feet into the lake. After a minute or two, Jason sent (Y/n) a hopeful glance - obviously waiting for something. Food. She rolled her eyes and opened the basket, passing him a few sandwich triangles along with some strawberries.

Then she ate a few sandwiches herself, neither of them saying a word. Why? Because they didn't need to. The killer and (Y/n) were perfectly content with just each other's company. Of course they didn't stay silent the whole time either, (Y/n) merrily talking to the childlike male and making sure he was having a good time. Once they were done with the main bit of their meal, (Y/n) brought dessert out; Victoria sponge cake.

Jason was particularly impressed that she'd baked it herself. She was such a clever cookie, that's why he adored her so much. No...He didn't just adore her, he loved her. The hockey-masked killer was crushing on his beloved mate, almost losing his self-control in the process. He had to be mature, he had to stay in control. Mommy would be so disappointed in him if he didn't.

When they finished the food, Jason grasped (Y/n)'s hand with his rough paw and pulled her to her feet, wanting to take a walk through the woods with his crush. She agreed and with that, they traipsed through the woodlands together - the breeze ruffling the beautiful girl's hair. They had a pleasant time, wandering down the dirt paths and letting nature speak for itself whilst the day passed.

"Oh look at all those flowers! There's gotta be hundreds of them!" (Y/n) rushed into the concealed meadow and fell to her knees, enchanted by all the different types.

Jason then got a great idea - the male crouching down and picking a few of the flowers. He began crafting a flower crown; his fingers skilfully weaving the stems together as he created a vibrant headdress. Placing the fragile crown upon her head he awaited her reaction, hoping she'd enjoy the childish gift. Happiness flowed through his heart and veins when (Y/n) grinned - joy gleaming from her beautiful (e/c) orbs. 

"This is so pretty! Thank you Jason, I love it." She clapped her hands together before touching the crown with both - happy with her present. 'I love you' is what Jason wanted to say, but he grew too shy.

Instead he just nodded and booped her nose, pleased with her happy response. He stared at her in adoration; the rush of romance running throughout his entire soul. His gorgeous, gracious, gentle mate...oh how he loved her. The killer was hopelessly head over heels for (Y/n), wanting to be as loyal and loving as he could be. She was perfect, what with her charming nature and natural charisma. How could he not get attached to the girl?

"Mmm...Mind if we head back now? I want to swim in the lake before it gets dark." (Y/n) stretched before climbing to her feet, tilting her head in an adorable fashion.

Jason gave yet another nod, grabbing her soft hand with his as he pulled her close. Every day used to be exactly the same for him; patrol the perimeter of the camp, hunt humans down and stay by himself repeatedly. Now every day wasn't the same...because he got to spend time with (Y/n). They did different things together - like taking walks, sitting by the pier, playing cards...there were just so many new things to do. And that made the quiet killer happy.

There was no one more dear to him than (Y/n), she even surpassed his mother on this one. Jason loved everything about her; her kind heart, her playful personality and her sweet spirit. He was ecstatic to spend time with his mate like this. She was the one for him, he just knew it. Mommy even reminded him of that fact - the male being at peace for once in his life. Of course he was glad (Y/n) forgot about the one week deadline; he never wanted her to leave. Her staying was heaven to him.

"I'll be back in a second, 'kay? I've just gotta change." (Y/n) waved whilst she bounded off - skipping into her cabin again.

Jason waited patiently for the girl, acting like a lovesick puppy as he fawned over his crush. This was so new to him, he'd never fallen in love like this before. There was so much he wanted to do for (Y/n), so much he wanted to say. But Jason never had the words. Frustration flickered within his feelings, the killer unable to contain all these conflicting emotions. How could he show it to her? How could he get her to feel the same way?

He was about to hit something in rage when a delicate hand touched his arm, jolting him out of his frustration. (Y/n). She didn't say anything, the sympathetic girl only sending him a softhearted smile as she tried to console him. It worked; calming Jason down in a heartbeat. Why was it that (Y/n) knew how to soothe him so easily? How did she do it? A spark of shy excitement shot up his spine when she took his hand, guiding him over to the pier.

"You sure you don't want to swim?" (Y/n) double-checked as she straightened out the creases in her swimsuit.

Jason shook his head, a bit dazed by how pretty she looked. With another mischievous grin, the girl gave his hand a squeeze and then sprinted towards the edge of the pier - diving into the cold lake with a small splash. Her head bursted through the water a second or two later, (Y/n)'s wet strands of hair curling around her neck and shoulders. The killer was in awe; wondering how she had the guts to jump into  freezing water like that.

To him, it just made her even cooler.

Freddy Krueger:
"No. Way."
"C'mon sweets, do it."
"I'm not doing it!"
"Don't be a scaredy cat."

"I'm not a scaredy cat! I-I just don't enjoy big rollercoasters!" (Y/n) defiantly replied, folding her arms as she turned away. The Slasher grinned to himself, scratching his finger-knives along a metal railing.

"Sara would do it. You're just a coward." Freddy said maliciously, placing his hands on her shoulders and murmuring that lie into her ear. Her younger sister probably wouldn't do it either, but the child-murderer loved to mess with (Y/n)'s mind; he loved to push her.

"I am not! Fine, I'll go on the stupid thing. Will that shut you up?" The girl huffed.

"You seem a little het-up~" He cooed and mocked her slightly, causing (Y/n) to growl.

"I'm fine." She pushed him away before flouncing over to the rollercoaster's entrance, plonking herself down onto the plastic seat.

"Buckle up, buttercup." Krueger wickedly called over to her, teleporting himself into the control room and flicking the ride on.

But he didn't just turn it on, he set it to the highest speed - chuckling to himself cruelly. He watched as (Y/n)'s expression changed from a stubborn stare to a horrified look, the girl gripping the metal bar in front of her. The coaster chugged up the steep slope, the massive drop causing (Y/n)'s face to grow pale. She twitched nervously when it stopped at the top - obviously hesitant on staying on the rollercoaster.

"I changed my mind! I want to get off!" (Y/n) panicked and started to climb out, wanting to get to the metal side-stairs. However Freddy had a different plan; using his powers to drag her back in. He even made metal curl around her wrists and trap (Y/n) to the ride - the heavy bar back down in front of her.

"Too bad." Freddy appeared on the stairs and leant against the coaster, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Let me go right now, you burnt fuck!" She hissed at him, her heart hammering in fear as she glanced down at the drop.

"Why didn't the skeleton ride the roller coaster?" Freddy ignored her insult, instead asking her an innocent question.

"This isn't time for jokes! I will not go to sleep again if you-"

"Because he didn't have the guts!" The killer answered his own joke and roared with laughter, forcing the rollercoaster to go forwards.

"FREDDY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs - true terror flowing from her voice.

The demon was gleeful, his face full of satisfaction as he felt the fear. Even in her frightened state his toy was beautiful; with her animated expressions, her feisty nature and naïve mannerisms. It was beyond easy to turn her thinking around - to get her to approach the rollercoaster. Manipulating his little plaything wasn't difficult. She thirsted for any chance to prove herself; to make herself look strong. He even admired her for it.

After a couple of goes Freddy made the ride slow down; the coaster ceasing to move once it glided into the exit. He appeared next to her, looking very smug whilst the metal around her wrists disappeared. She then clung to the bar, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Guess all that screaming tired her out, hmm? The Slasher then helped the oddly-quiet girl out, wrapping his claws around her waist and letting her sit down at a picnic table.

"You're being very quiet. Are you perhaps...a little upset?" Freddy tried jeering at her but she didn't react - only placing her head on the table.

He grew confused when she mumbled something, wanting her to repeat it. "You're gonna need to speak up, sweet cheeks. I can't hear you."

"I actually hate you." She muttered unhappily.

"No you don't~" The killer smirked and pulled her onto his lap, finding her annoyance at him amusing.

"I do." (Y/n) coldly retorted, pushing him away and sitting by herself.

"Bit early to say I do, I haven't even proposed." He played with her tauntingly, the girl throwing him a vicious glare in return.

"Come now, stop moping around. We've got the whole night to have fun~" Freddy chuckled and made some candy-floss appear; passing it to her.

"Jerk." She took the candy-floss right after she insulted him, a small smile lingering across her lips.

"Bitch."

"Jackass."

"Whore."

"Numbskull."

"Baby doll~" The Slasher purred and took (Y/n) by surprise; her eyes widening.

"I don't think that's an insult." She rolled her eyes as she stood up, still nibbling at the candy-floss.

"Cleverly deduced." Freddy sarcastically responded, disappearing. He then reappeared behind her - his knives dancing along her neck whilst he kept her close to him.

"And just what are you doing?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrows when he grabbed her wrist with his other hand, forcing her to drop the candy-floss.

"I'm having fun...with you." He told her deviously, another grin shooting across his face as he leant towards her neck.

The Slasher was fascinated by how calm she seemed to be in his presence - even with him holding her like this. He then decided to take it a few steps further, because having her be unafraid of him was very uninteresting. So Freddy ran his tongue up the side of her neck, causing the girl to stiffen up and shut her eyes.

"W-What are you doing-?!" She squeaked in alarm, repeating her question from before with a higher pitch.

"You're too calm around me, I don't like it." The killer smirked.

"D-Don't do that! T-That's weirdly intimate!" (Y/n) stuttered as she tried to pull her hand away. But Freddy's grip on her was like iron - the mischievous male letting out an evil chuckle.

"Did someone stutter just then? How cute~" Freddy murmured devilishly, cutting into her skin with his blades. A small line of blood trickled down her collarbone, the crimson colour standing out from her usual skin tone.

"Stop it. What's gotten into you?" The female began to feel anxious, her other hand flying to her neck as she felt the blood.

"Nothing's gotten into me...yet." He had a crooked grin spread across his face, the perverted joke making her blush.

"Maybe you shouldn't feel so safe around a serial killer, hmm?" The Slasher suggested mockingly.

"You said you wouldn't kill me." (Y/n) had a slight quiver to her voice, which was a massive turn-on for the killer.

"Mm, I did, didn't I? Doesn't mean I can't have fun with you~" Freddy let go of her left hand to caress her thigh, making her tense up at the tender touch.

"I-I'm not your personal plaything!" She snapped in a scared tone, embarrassed tears pricking her eyelids.

"Aren't you?" He ruthlessly carried on; moving his hand towards her inner thigh.

"No!" (Y/n) protested weakly.

"What are you then? My friend? My girlfriend? My lover?" The Slasher murmured against her soft skin, messing with her further.

"Hey you said it, not me!" She shot back uneasily - trying to wiggle away from him.

"Easy princess, or daddy might end up slitting your throat." He sneered.

"Are you in love with me or something?!" (Y/n) spat at him in distaste, her reply making Freddy freeze. Why would he be in love with a powerless human like her? Dream demons don't experience such trivial emotions as love - what a stupid notion.

"Don't be dumb. Dream demons don't love. I was just fucking with you." Krueger pushed (Y/n) away and rolled his eyes, readjusting his fedora.

"Well you've never been this sadistic before! Something's wrong with you." She puffed out her cheeks and turned her back on him, obviously irritated again.

"Being sadistic is my nature, kitten. Now why don't we change this up a bit?" He smiled darkly as he waved his claws - creating a different dreamland. Instead of an amusement park it was now a fancy restaurant, the only two people in the establishment being (Y/n) and Freddy.

"A restaurant?" (Y/n) frowned in confusion, drumming her fingers against the table.

"I can put you on more rides-"

"No! I mean...I don't feel like more rides right now. You've done quite enough." She flicked her hair back and leant back into the chair, sitting opposite him.

"Would it make you feel better if I said sorry?" He smirked again, feeling no regret at what he put her through. A terrifying rollercoaster ride and then riling her up...It was the perfect entertainment for him.

"No." She sternly spoke.

"I'm sorry." Freddy teased impishly, amused by her seriousness yet again.

Must she be so alluring and adorable when she amused him like this? He's never messed around with a human for this long - it was new to him. Freddy flashed her a flirty grin, finding (Y/n) to be extremely exciting. Her stubborn side and sarcasm were parallel to his own, the only difference being that he didn't have self-control. He didn't need it. If he wanted to play with her, he would. If he wanted sexual pleasure from her, he would take it.

But being in love with her...what made her say something like that? To him? She was there for his amusement - in return for her survival. The Slasher did miss her when she was at school, or not asleep, but that wasn't romance...was it? No. It wasn't. That was simply boredom. He scowled and scratched the wall next to him, ignoring (Y/n) confused glance. Stupid girl, thinking that Freddy had fallen for her.

"So uh, where are the waiters around here?" (Y/n) looked around curiously, leaning on her hand.

"Y'know what they say, if the food don't kill ya, the service will!" Freddy cracked one of his jokes and she laughed, covering her mouth.

"Dammit, I was meant to be mad at you." She sighed, annoyed at herself as her favourite drink appeared in front of her.

"You can't stay mad at me, you love me too much." He smugly stated, not realising what he'd said until it was too late.

"You seem to be very interested about the topic of love... Something the matter, Krueger?" (Y/n) asked cockily, taking a sip of her drink.

"You're so stupid. Get over me already, little girl." He said it a little too harshly and she giggled.

"Me? Get over you? Sure." She shook her head at him as she tried not to laugh harder.

Freddy felt a flare of fury flow through him; was he being mocked? The King of Nightmares? The Springwood Slasher? How dare she try and jeer at him. With her perfect jaunty voice and beautiful body...Was she trying to seduce him? (Y/n) may as well be a sexy siren, what with the way she was acting. A smile tugged at his chapped lips, his mind suddenly lusting for the girl that sat in front of him.

Shit. He really was feeling it, wasn't he? That sappy, spineless, shitty excuse for an emotion. Love. How repulsive. Yet when he looked at (Y/n) and her amused expression, all he could think of was to dominate her and call her his. The Slasher wanted her to belong to him and no one else. He didn't want anyone near her; not his mother, not her friends - not even her sisters.

The fact that (Y/n) had let him control her dreams and allowed him to grow stronger had only proved how kindhearted she was. Even towards such a filthy child killer like himself. She wouldn't leave her sisters behind to struggle when he offered her the world of her dreams. (Y/n) didn't even want the perfect dreamland he'd created for her whilst he'd put her in a coma. Her strong will could potentially be tougher than his. She really was a worthy opponent.

"Yo, Freddy, you alright? Did that topic hit you too hard?" (Y/n) called for his attention lightly, eyeing him with playful intent.

"Only in the right place." He smoothly responded, another smirk sliding across his facial features.

"Are all your jokes that sexual? My goodness." She gave a fake sigh and grinned herself.

"And here I was thinking you were innocent~" He played along with her - enjoying the time together. She'd have to wake up soon. Not yet though.

"Me? Innocent? Clearly you haven't spent enough time with me yet. Shame." (Y/n) said sassily.

"Oh, so you want me to spend more time with you?" Freddy watched as her cheeks grew red; the killer growing amused. Cutie.

"I never said that. Stop putting words in my mouth. Ass." She put up a sharp front and swallowed more of the drink, trying not to show her embarrassment.

"Your eyes say "no, no." But my mouth says "yes, yes." " She didn't have time to respond to Freddy's sadistic sentence as he teleported to her side and pinned her down - his green eyes glinting with lust.

"Your mouth needs to shut the fuck up then." (Y/n)'s stern exterior broke down as she grew flustered again; her tongue trying to be more sarcastic than usual.

"Your wish is my command~" Freddy bowed before slamming his lips against hers aggressively. She did say she wanted his mouth to shut up, didn't she?

(Y/n) didn't even try to struggle; the sharp-tongued girl too stunned to do anything. Freddy on the other hand was brimming with triumph, knowing that he had the upper hand and overall control. As sappy as it sounded, the sadistic Slasher had fallen in love with the witty female - the girl's charisma being utterly captivating. A surge of seduction shot through him as he bit her lower lip, his hands still curled around her wrists.

As much as he enjoyed playing with her emotions and manipulating her mind, he secretly adored the lively teen - (Y/n) unintentionally messing with him. She constantly put up with his cunningly cruel ways, which was quite sweet considering all of the things he'd done. Not even Loretta would've been this forgiving. He let out a raspy laugh as (Y/n) broke the kiss, pushing him away whilst she looked extremely embarrassed.

"Is little (Y/n) feeling embarrassed?" He reverted back to his teasing trait and she scoffed.

"Hah, when pigs fly. Why don't you stop randomly kissing me and go do something productive?" She scorned.

"Like what?"
"Like killing innocent teenagers in their sleep."
"Duly noted."

"See you tonight, sweet-face." Freddy ran his claws through her hair and flashed her another grin before waking her up; tilting his fedora as the dreamworld disintegrated.

He may be an evil Slasher, but even he had soft spots. And he definitely had a soft spot for (Y/n).

Pennywise:
"Home sweet home." (Y/n) dumped her schoolbag on the ground and shut the door behind her, Pennywise being at her side.

"How is your home sweet? It's just a house." She chuckled at his genuinely confused expression, stretching a bit.

"It's just a phrase, Penny." (Y/n) told him with a light shake of the head.

"Your species has weird expressions, sugar." He followed behind her as she went upstairs; wanting to go to her room.

"At least my species doesn't eat other species." She smugly responded.

"Humans eat cows, pigs, sheep - surely those are different species." Crap, she didn't think about that.

"Shut up. You knew what I meant." (Y/n) lightheartedly pushed him and walked into her room, stifling a yawn.

"What's your plan for tonight, sweets?" Pennywise asked casually, cuddling her close after they sat down on the bed.

"Well the school fair is tonight, see?" She pulled out the school leaflet from her pocket and handed it to the clown.

"I see. I'm assuming it's like a normal fair? With Ferris wheels, carousels and Pirate ships?" Penny grew excited as she giggled, taking the piece of printed paper back.

"Well kinda. The school doesn't have a big budget, so it'll probably be small carnival games. Like Hook a Duck and Soda Toss." (Y/n) corrected him in amusement.

"Oh, right. Well you have fun cupcake, you're probably going with Hailey and Hannah, aren't you?" He ruffled her hair, his reply making her feel timid.

"I was going to, but..." (Y/n) trailed off - feeling too embarrassed to ask.

"But...?" Penny repeated, patiently waiting for her to continue.

"Would you maybe...want to come with me? There's really no one else I'd rather go with." (Y/n) shyly offered.

Pennywise's marigold eyes basically lit up once he'd heard her kind offer; his lips pulling up into one of the biggest smiles she'd ever seen from him. Then he flung his arms around (Y/n), nuzzling his face into her hair as he inhaled her sweet flowery scent. Of course the killer clown would go with (Y/n) - the monstrous male loved everything to do with the cute girl. This also meant he crushed on her, giving her gifts and candy whenever she wanted it.

He'd do anything for (Y/n), since she was his first friend and all. She was the first human he kept alive willingly; loving his cheerful cupcake and everything about her. Her naiveness and over-the-top trusting nature was a problem, but Penny was always there to rescue her from nasty human beings - like her old mother or those disgusting girls. Pennywise would always be there for her...whether she wanted his help or not.

"I'd love to! Going on a date with you is like the cherry on the cake!" Penny exclaimed in glee, hugging her tight.

"A-A date-?!" Her cheeks flushed a candy-floss pink, the very subject causing her to grow flustered.

"Aren't dates a thing that human friends do?" He slyly pretended to play dumb, but deep down he knew what he'd said.

"O-Oh uh, yeah! A friend date...haha, cool..." (Y/n) weakly recovered from the sudden subject and smiled.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go to the school fair!" Penny sprung to his feet as the excitement hit him - his golden gaze glittering with enthusiasm. 

"Penny, it's only four. We've got two hours until the fair actually starts." She wryly replied.

"Oh. In that case, what do you want to do?" The clown asked her sheepishly; feeling a bit disappointed. Two whole hours? May as well be two days...two months...even two years.

"I don't know...I'll probably just do some homework-"

"Homework? But sweet-pea, it's a Friday. You don't want to do something as boring as homework, do you? Let's do something fun!" Pennywise grabbed her hands and pulled her up, giving her a small twirl afterwards.

"Like what?" (Y/n) laughed a little, liking how carefree and theatrical her friend was.

"Ever pulled a prank on someone, lollipop?" A dark smile spread across his face and she shook her head, giggling again.

"Come with me, sugar bear." Penny grinned as he lead her out of her room - going towards Hannah's room. He made a present appear on the older sister's bed; the glittery bow catching her attention almost instantly.

"Shh~" Pennywise glanced down at (Y/n) and saw that the playful girl was giggling, so he clapped his hand over her mouth gently.

"Hailey? (Y/n)? Did one of you leave a present  in my room?" Hannah called, staring at the box suspiciously.

"Someone brought it over for you, so I just left it on your bed, sis!" Penny did a spot-on impression of (Y/n)'s other sister - which made the younger girl laugh harder. Luckily, Pennywise's hand was muffling most of the sound.

"Do you know who?" Hannah wondered curiously.

"I think it was someone in our class. You must have a secret admirer, Hanny!" The devious clown continued, pulling (Y/n) back as Hannah looked towards the door.

"Huh. 'Kay, talk to you in a bit Hailey." Hannah shrugged and sat down on the bed - feeling the red ribbon.

"What's in there?" (Y/n) whispered mischievously, trying her best not to laugh too early.

"You'll see, little one." Penny stroked her hair and they both watched as Hannah unwrapped the box.

In it laid a pie, the sweet treat being decorated in whipped cream. What was even more funny was that the pie was Hannah's favourite flavour. The curious girl opened the lid and spluttered as the pretty pastry hit her in the face, small springs underlaying the paper plate. (Y/n) almost bursted out laughing, but Pennywise teleported them both back to her room; the both of them hysterically crying.

"HAILEY!" Hannah yelled in anger, making the two laugh harder.

"D-Did you see her face-?" (Y/n) gasped for air; helplessly giggling.

"The pie smacked her right between the eyes! Simply priceless, sugar!" Penny chortled and clutched his sides, the prank being a success.

"A-A-And she thinks Hailey did it-!" (Y/n) exploded into a fit of laughter after she recovered - the girl in stitches whilst she rolled around on the bed.

"That's gotta be the best part." The killer decided devilishly.

"Alright, now I have to decide what to wear for the fair." (Y/n) wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up, wandering over to her wardrobe.

"Hey that rhymed." Penny pointed out playfully, poking her cheek as she walked past him.

"I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!" She joked, opening up her wardrobe and browsing through her clothes.

"I'll leave you to it, sweetie. Call old Penny when it's time." He gave her a cheeky wave before he vanished from sight, letting her change in her own time and space.

Pennywise decided to go drag a kid into the sewer and devour their soul, licking his lips as he went through with his plan. And oh, how he enjoyed his tasty little hobby - sending the little boy up to float with the rest of them. The only thing he enjoyed more was spending time with (Y/n); the beautiful bubbly girl being old enough to date now. Her being young didn't bother Penny from crushing on her previously, but he knew humans had rules on age of consent and whatnot.

He just had to wait until the girl fell in love with him, which he wasn't holding his breath for. (Y/n) wouldn't fall in love with a monster that was a million years older than her - she'd probably fall for a mortal male. But that wouldn't stop him from fawning over the lovable teen; with her sweet (e/c) orbs, softhearted smile and amiable attitude. The psychotic clown had practically watched her grow up, the bond between the two staying strong - due to them being as thick as thieves.

"Penny! I'm ready, it's time!" Pennywise instantly teleported to her room, a happy grin lining his clownish features.

"Oh honey, you look like a million candy bars." He cooed in adoration and hugged her tight, delighted by her appearance.

(Y/n) looked oh so much cuter than usual; the girl wearing a cat braces skirt and a puffy, cream-coloured, collared shirt. The braces skirt was black but the outline of the kawaii-faced kitten was white. Then she wore an adorable cat-ear headband, a pair of white lace-up shoes being on her feet. Her hair was split into two ponytails, the ends being softly crimped.

"You think so? I got this from an online Japanese website, I just love cute outfits~" She twirled in the sweet attire, holding the edge of the skirt in admiration.

"I know so. Now let's go, we don't want to be late, do we?" Penny booped her nose and she giggled, rolling her pretty eyes again.

"Penny it's 5:30, we've got another thirty minutes until the school fair opens." (Y/n) raised her eyebrows as she left the room, picking up a handbag on the way.

"But I'm bored~" He groaned.

"You're impatient, that's what it is." She chuckled, moving into the hallway.

"I'm very patient. I wait for years on end to feed on your kind, don't I?" Pennywise argued childishly, following the girl downstairs.

"Just hold your horses, Penny." (Y/n) ignored his sharp-tongue and entered the kitchen - talking to her mother about the school fair. The clown waited for around five minutes, trying not to fidget. Then when she returned, he carried on.

"I don't have any-"

"Another expression. Now let's go - if we dilly-dally any longer we're actually going to be late!" The girl grabbed Penny's hand and left the house, cutting him off in the process.

"Finally, something we can agree on." He lightly spoke, walking with her back to school.

They had to wait ten minutes for the school to let them in - much to Pennywise's despair - but when they finally opened, he was just like a little kid; teleporting to all the different stalls and games. The clown loved spending time with (Y/n), and now he was in his natural element - fairground games! The two spent the next hour playing different games; Knock 'Em Down, Butterfly Balloon Pop, Ring Toss, Hook a Duck and Soda Toss.

Of course Pennywise was a natural, winning almost every game. He enjoyed watching (Y/n) attempt the same, cheering her on and applauding when she won some prizes. They chewed on candy-floss, shared popcorn and just spent time together; both of them having fun with the other. This was heaven for the killer - going on a friend-date with his crush. But sometimes those nasty humans have to ruin it, with their poisonous tongues and hurtful words.

"What is she wearing?"
"That's not from around here."
"She's into that weeb shit!"
"She looks like a little kid."

Pennywise looked up at the same time (Y/n) did, the happy-go-lucky girl growing hurt from all the whispering. The killer clown gritted his pointy teeth and guided the girl to the other side of the stalls, hoping to soothe her with more games. He knew killing was off the table, yet it took all of his self-control not to lunge at those cruel children and tear into their flesh. Unfortunately, a couple of the kids followed them, snickering to themselves.

"Hey (Y/n)! What are you, a little kid? I thought only children like weeb cartoons!" One of the girls called over to her callously.

"They're...They're not cartoons. They're anime." She answered faintly, feeling self-conscious.

"You look like a baby! Hannah and Hailey must be so embarrassed, ahaha! Sheila, get a load of this!" The boy next to her got another kid's attention, the children loosely crowded around (Y/n).

"(Y/n), go over to the Hook a Duck stall and wait for me there. Do you understand?" Pennywise instructed sternly, starting to shift into the nightmarish version of himself.

"But-"

"I won't allow this bullying to continue. I care too much about you to let some little shits hurt you. Now go." He commanded coldly; holding his claws up.

"J-Just don't cause any panic." (Y/n) was a little afraid of him, but she obeyed his demand and hurried off - slipping into the crowd.

Pennywise let himself be seen to everyone else; the kids losing their cruel cockiness as they screamed instead. The fear among the parents and children fuelled the killer clown whilst he began eating the kids - ripping open their insides and making sure they felt pain. This is what they deserved. No more...No more bullying his precious lollipop. He wouldn't let anyone defile her sweet personality.

After he'd taken out all of the bullying children and their buds, he made their corpses disappear - brainwashing the parents so they wouldn't cause a fuss. Good. Now the fair was on like normal. Pennywise licked the blood off his claws and then removed the scarlet stains from his clownish suit, making sure he wouldn't intimidate (Y/n) further. Then he began searching for the girl, finding (Y/n) by the Hook a Duck stall.

"Sugarplum." Pennywise said in relief and scooped her into a hug, a surprised squeak slipping through (Y/n)'s lips.

"P-Penny. Welcome back." So she was intimidated by him. He held back a sigh and instead forced a smile, letting her go but taking her hand.

"Why don't we try the Chuck a Duck game, sweets?" Penny lead her over to another game - hoping to distract her.

She nodded; acting a little subdued. How could he resolve this situation? Pennywise pondered this whilst they took turns playing, (Y/n) winning a prize. His yellow catlike eyes trailed around the school fair, landing on a small photo booth. Maybe she'd have fun taking photos together! He waited until the girl had taken her prize - a giant panda - and then whisked her in the direction of the booth, squeezing her hand supportively.

"Hey sweet-pea, why don't we mess around in the photo booth? It seems like fun." Pennywise pointed at the booth and grinned, handing her a red balloon at the same time.

"Sure." She smiled at the subject, but dipped into her shy state - which Pennywise knew was because of the cruel children.

Once she'd paid for them to have a go, Pennywise climbed in after her and gave her a hug from behind, the timid girl cheering up after a minute or two. By the time they were done messing around and pulling faces she was giggling, a giant grin across her own facial features. Penny was having a great time himself, pleased with how happy she was. He'd fixed the problem. She was back to her sweet self. And that's all that mattered to him.

Why? Because Pennywise was helplessly in love with his charming little cherry~

Norman Bates:
Norman was patiently waiting for the girl of his dreams to step out from her room; (Y/n) trying on a work outfit. He didn't mind her wearing her normal everyday clothes, but she didn't think it was very professional. Instead, she searched the internet and waited a day or two for the outfit to be shipped - the flawless female keeping the uniform a secret.

"Ta-da! So, what do you think?" (Y/n) opened her door and stepped out, stunning the shy teen.

She was absolutely breathtaking. The cute girl wore a plain black dress with a white collar, the short sleeves also having a white contour. A dainty, cream-coloured apron was wrapped around her waist, a pretty lacy pattern outlining the main part of the apron. Even though the outfit was simple, (Y/n) made it special - her beauty unparalleled. Norman didn't know what to say at first, the bashful boy lost for words.

"That bad, huh?" She cheekily remarked, snapping Norman out of his silent state.

"N-No! Y-You look...a-amazing." He rushed his reply as he went to reassure her.

"Thanks! I bought two of these, so I have a spare in case anything happens." (Y/n) played with the hem of the dress whilst she explained - the smart girl being a step ahead.

"G-Good plan." Norman smiled nervously, a spark of lust jolting down his spine. She looked so lovely; so-so innocent. Like a cute little French maid.

Why was it that she could look so gorgeous in anything? And her looks weren't the only reason that Norman was madly in love with (Y/n). It was her sweet, sympathetic spirit that wooed him - her...her softhearted personality. But that didn't make her weak, she could still stand up for herself. (Y/n) wasn't as pathetic as him at least. The very thought made him feel ashamed, the teenager looking down at the floor.

"Norman? What's wrong?" Her confused and concerned tone caused him to let out a sigh; the boy feeling guilty about what he did to her.

"I-I just f-feel b-bad." Norman mumbled unhappily, holding the side of his arm and avoiding her gaze.

"About...?" (Y/n) tilted her head in bewilderment as she didn't understand.

"A-About what I-I did...t-to you." He hung his head, not being able to look her in the eye.

"Look, I'm not going to say it was a good thing to do, because well...it wasn't. But you weren't mentally stable, Norman. Desperation and loneliness can twist any sane person into madness. I don't blame you. So please...don't blame yourself." She touched his shoulder after finishing her sentence; the girl's sweet empathy being too much to handle.

Tears welled up in Norman's eyes, the teen being so touched and moved by her forgiving attitude that he couldn't even speak. How was she able to be so nice to him? He loathed everything about himself - his stutter, his shyness, his sensitivity. He hated it all. Yet here (Y/n) was, somehow seeing good things within the boy. Norman hadn't done anything to deserve the kindness she kept giving him.

"Now, it's almost eight o'clock, so we'd better get a move on if we want to get breakfast started." (Y/n) spoke in a calming voice as she gave him a quick hug, straightening her uniform afterwards.

"R-Right." Norman dipped his head and followed her into the kitchen, ready to start the day.

(Y/n) sweetly took the harder jobs like cleaning, cooking, managing the bills, etc etc. He didn't really want to put so much pressure on his kindhearted crush, but she insisted upon it - declaring that his health was their number one priority. And with her help, his mental and physical condition grew much better; the dark bags under his eyes disappeared, his face lost that pale touch and the colour returned to his cheeks. It was all due to (Y/n). He owed everything to her.

"Hey Norman, table four need a refill of drinks, so don't forget m'kay?" She made him jump, giggling when he did.

"R-Right! I'm o-on it." Norman gave a dazed nod and hurried out to the table, collecting their empty glasses.

He liked to think as (Y/n) and himself as a couple; as-as a team. They worked so well together, like two jigsaw pieces fitting in the same puzzle. The motel didn't seem so bleak with her around - in fact he saw the place in a completely new light. It was definitely easier having someone else around. The heavy chores and long hours used to depress the lonely teen, but now he enjoyed spending days with his companion. He didn't even remember the last time he'd had this much fun.

"And...there! Breakfast is done and dusted. Now if I do the taxes and clean up the rooms before lunch, I'll have time to fix the broken curtain pole in the lounge area after I serve lunch." Norman listened to (Y/n)'s mutters with worry - wasn't she overworking slightly?

"(Y-Y/n)?" He tried to get her attention but his hesitated voice didn't reach the zoned-out female.

"Then I can wash and change the sheets of the guests who've just left...but I have to do that quickly, otherwise I can't get started on dinner service tonight. This is going to be slightly more difficult than I-"

"(Y/n)!" Norman made her jump this time, concerned about the hard-working girl.

"O-Oh! Sorry Norman, I wasn't ignoring you on purpose." She flashed him an apologetic smile, acting rueful.

"I-It's fine. B-But don't you t-think you're w-working a bit t-too hard?" He shyly asked; not wanting her to make herself sick.

"Well y'know what they say: never put off 'till tomorrow what you can do today!" (Y/n) gave him a playful thumbs-up.

"B-But I'm w-worried about y-you - y-you're doing w-what I d-did. I-I don't w-want y-you to g-get s-sick." Norman fretted as she finished the washing up.

"Huh...I guess you have a point." She grew uncertain and Norman took the chance to calm down her overworking mindset.

"E-Ever since y-you s-started working h-here, we've h-had more b-business. W-With all t-the extra m-money, w-we can j-just hire s-someone to h-help o-out." He suggested helpfully, touching her shoulder.

"You sure? I mean you're the owner, not me." (Y/n) mused over the idea - cautious about it all.

"W-With all y-your h-help I t-think we're b-both o-owners at t-this point." Norman let out a light laugh and she smiled.

"Nah, I just like helping out. But I suppose we could hire someone new, as long as you're okay with it." (Y/n) decided gratefully.

"I-I just d-don't want y-you to w-work too h-hard. Y-You know h-how m-much I c-care about y-you." He fumbled with his words as he watched her blush; pink covering her cheeks cutely.

"Norman, I-" She was about to say something but her phone alarm went off - signalling that she had to get back to work.

"Thank you, I really appreciate your kindness. Talk to you in a bit?" (Y/n) seemed to brighten up from his response, happy by his words.

"Y-Yeah-!" Norman grew flustered and gave her a soft wave before going back to the main counter.

He was working the main desk again, happier that he'd curved (Y/n)'s frenzied flow of work. Now all Norman had to do was hire a new member of staff so that she could rest and have days off. Mother didn't like new people working at the motel, but for once he couldn't listen to her right now. (Y/n) mattered more at the moment. His crush meant the world to him, so the teen would do anything in his power to ensure she was living peacefully here.

Once the clock struck twelve, he left the counter to check on (Y/n) - finding her in the hallway. She was leaning against a door with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. So she was pushing herself. Norman was going to ask if she was alright, but he found himself awestruck by her beauty again. So he simply stared at the (h/c)-haired girl, feeling solace from her presence. She sure was pretty...even when tired. (Y/n) pushed herself off the door and Norman hid around the corner - knowing that if she caught him staring she'd definitely be annoyed.

"Time to cook lunch... I can't take a break now, people are gonna go hungry. And besides, I don't want to make them think I'm a slacker." He heard her mumble, causing him to sigh.

The sooner he got that new worker, the better. For now he helped (Y/n) serve lunch - wanting to de-burden her as much as he could. Norman refilled drinks, washed used plates, took orders and did the bills; getting him a sweet and affectionate smile from his crush. And oh, how gorgeous her smile was. It made his heart skip a beat every time she did it. Why would he want anything else when (Y/n) was around?

"Excuse me, would you mind NOT spilling a hot drink on me?!" An angry voice hissed at him, the quiet boy glancing up. Uh-oh. In his idolisation of (Y/n), he hadn't been paying attention.

"M-My apologies S-Sir, I w-wasn't focusing-" Norman panicked.

"You sure about that? You were smiling whilst you did it!" The businessman pointed out fiercely, balling his fists up.

"I-I was d-daydreaming, i-it wont h-happen again." The nervous male was horrified by his own mistake - what if this guy made trouble for (Y/n) later?

"Hmph! I have an important business meeting in forty minutes. Now what am I supposed to do, Boy?" He complained in annoyance, gritting his teeth.

"I-I'm so s-sorry-!"

"Is something the matter, Sir?" Norman turned to his side and saw a calm (Y/n), his face turning red.

"Yes! This simpleton over here poured hot coffee over my suit and I have a meeting soon!" He snapped at her, gesturing to the wet patch on his shirt.

"I do apologise on behalf of Norman, but I'm sure this can be resolved! Why don't you change into something clean, and I'll take your suit to the dry cleaners down the road? I'll make sure it's ready before the meeting, free-of-charge." Norman gazed at (Y/n) with a mixture of guilt and gratitude; admiring her for her quick thinking.

"I suppose that works." The businessman huffed and stood up, still a little riled.

"Thank you for your understanding, you're very kind to forgive us." She flashed him a smile and that seemed to calm the guy down, causing Norman to grow a little jealous. This man didn't deserve her sweet smiles-!

"Well you handled it very professionally, gal. Gotta hand it to ya." He dipped his head as a small smile spread across his face.

"Thank you, but it was nothing." (Y/n) chuckled, patting Norman's shoulder before following the guy into the hallway.

Norman's thoughts were clouded with slight envy and heavy admiration, thankful for her assurance. She always knew just what to do - how to make sure the guests were satisfied. To the shy boy, (Y/n) was the best thing that had ever happened to the motel...and himself. He constantly crushed on the sweet female; adoring her from the bottom of his yearning heart. He even stole one of her shirts, snuggling it at night because it helped him sleep.

Nervous little Norman was helplessly crushing on (Y/n), and he was head over heels in love.

Hannibal Lecter:
"What are we making again?" (Y/n) asked the brunet in confusion, tilting to her head to the side cutely. Hannibal merely chuckled, patting her hair as he finished getting all the ingredients out.

"Today I will be teaching you how to prepare the lovely Chinese dish known as Beggar's Chicken. I thought this might be a pleasurable pastime for you, because eventually you'll have read every book in the library." He explained in amusement, moving his hands underneath the tap and washing them before he started cooking. (Y/n) copied him, knowing that to cook you had to have clean hands.

"I don't think I could ever finish all the books in your library, Hannibal." She cracked a grin and tied her hair back, not wanting to mess the cooking lesson up.

"-And is this actually chicken? I thought chicken had legs and a round body. This looks...very different." (Y/n) observed curiously - inspecting the meat with bewildered eyes.

"We're swapping out chicken with beef tenderloin. The original recipe should still prepare it quite nicely." Hannibal pleasantly responded.

"Alright. Well just tell me what to do and I'll try my best to do it!" She nodded brightly and he smiled, liking her merry attitude.

Even though Hannibal had been working hard to distract her continuously, he always enjoyed spending time with the softhearted female - intrigued by her empathetic outlook and her childlike nature. (Y/n) wasn't like anyone he'd ever met, even more interesting than Alana. She'd been extremely difficult to blind, but with (Y/n) he almost felt pity when he consistently pulled the wool over her eyes. It was like messing with a child - a child who'd lost their way.

"If you could start us off by cutting the mushrooms that would be widely appreciated." Hannibal passed her a sharp cutting knife as he gently replied, giving her a relatively easy task.

(Y/n) held the knife with two hands, staring intently at it whilst she got lost in her own thoughts. Instead of immediately snapping her out of them, Hannibal studied her concentrated expression - intrigued by what she was thinking. Was she contemplating self-harm? Or was she having flashbacks? For once the smart male couldn't come to any sort of conclusion, so he just placed a hand on her shoulder and jolted her out of her thoughts; flashing her a soft smile.

"R-Right. I'm on it!" (Y/n) stammered and began slicing the mushrooms, taking immense care to cut them into even strips.

Hannibal started to make the stuffing, wondering what conversation topic to pick from. "So (Y/n), did you perhaps have any happy memories from your life before the hospital?"

"I uh...don't really know. I suppressed most of my memories...right up until I met you." The (h/c)-haired girl was thrown off by the question, a tinge of pink spreading across her cheeks like wildfire. To Hannibal, her embarrassment was incredibly cute - causing him to secretly smile whilst his back was turned.

"I apologise for such a blunt question. Please excuse my sudden rudeness." He was careful not to push her too far - knowledgeable about how poisonous depression could be.

"Oh no, it's alright. I just wish I could answer more helpfully." (Y/n) played it off, almost done slicing the mushrooms.

"You are happy, aren't you dear? I don't wish for you to detest this place. I want you to think of my home as a safe-space, not a prison." Hannibal tried the kind approach as he stirred the rice around the pan; wanting to see how much information he could get out of her.

"Of course I am, I've never felt so relaxed and happy before. Thank you for letting me stay here Hannibal, there aren't words for how thankful I am." Her sincere and sweet words made Hannibal's facade freeze for a moment - the male to stay quiet for an extra second.

"You are very welcome, (Y/n). Your company is extremely pleasant." Hannibal spoke softly.

And it was true, he appreciated the time she spent with him. Hannibal never forced the (h/c)-haired girl to be around him, he always gave her a choice. They studied together, held therapy sessions together and even ate together; both of them indulging in intelligent conversations and topics. (Y/n) didn't think like other people, she was so considerate and compassionate. She repeatedly sympathised with serial killers, sociopaths and other people - constantly causing Hannibal to be interested.

(Y/n) laughed and took a quick peek towards the cookbook, deciding to cut the onions next. "I don't know about that, I never have anything interesting to say."

"On the contrary, I think you're remarkably interesting. Your different views and unique mindset are unparalleled." Hannibal reminded the girl of her talents rather affectionately, impressed by her independence.

He didn't even need to tell (Y/n) what to do - she'd skipped asking him for help and carried on by herself. Not like he was surprised. Hannibal had noticed her strong spirit the moment he'd inspected her at the hospital. She didn't break down like Alana or Phyllis. Her problem-no...her behaviour was that of a shy angel, one who was too pure for this world. Hannibal was far too curious about her personality and her thinking to just treat her like any other patient. Usually he'd state that friendship and non-platonic relationships were off the table among his patients, but with (Y/n), things were different.

What the male felt...it was more than just professional curiosity. It was a fierce desire to protect the female - to keep others from ruining her purity. Hannibal even grew greedy from this, wanting to keep her rare traits to himself. After all, he was the only one she really trusted. He was the one (Y/n) took advice from. And if anyone tried to gain her favour...well let's just say they'd regret messing around with one of his most enticing treasures. The coffee-haired man was not one to be messed with. Besides, (Y/n) wouldn't do something he wouldn't like - she's too sweet for that.

"Hannibal? The mushrooms and onions are chopped. Are you ready for me to add them?" She interrupted his train of thought timidly, her doe-like eyes looking very adorable.

"Yes. Drop them in carefully, I'll keep stirring." Hannibal instructed in a calm tone, waiting for (Y/n). She nodded and scraped the chopped vegetables into the pan, making sure she didn't push them in too fast.

Once they were done with making the stuffing, Hannibal filled the tenderloin with it - tying the end of the meat with string so the stuffing didn't tumble back out. He placed the beef tenderloin in the centre of a softened lotus leaf, enclosing the meat around the leaf before repeating with the second lotus leaf. Hannibal stole another secret glance at the sweet girl beside him, satisfied by her attentive mind and hard work today. She really had been paying attention to him. Her distraction issue was slowly being resolved due to medication and therapy, which showed him that she was recovering.

"Would you mind making the salt crust? The instructions in the cookbook should be relatively easy to follow. And if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Is that alright (Y/n)?" Hannibal gave her another task lightly, flashing her a charming smile to keep her calm.

"Sure, no problem." (Y/n) turned towards the other counter - the countertop holding more fresh ingredients - and started creating dough.

Hannibal on the other hand, preheated the oven and skimmed his eyes down the recipe page; double-checking everything they'd done so far. Then, once everything got given the okay, he watched (Y/n) for a bit. Not in a creepy fashion, he was just monitoring her actions and waiting in case she needed help. She was doing a marvellous job - adding the perfect amount of water to the flour as she stayed silent. Hmm...So she goes quiet when focused...Hannibal made a mental note of that, amused by the new information.

Then he noticed her struggle with kneading, so he moved his hand towards her shoulder to stop her. "How are you doing? Need any help, dear?"

"N-No...I'm fine, really! I don't want to slow us down." (Y/n) tried to hide her tiny trouble, but Hannibal saw through it immediately.

"This activity isn't something to be rushed. Being artistic with food is something to share with someone you care about. And never be afraid to ask for help, it doesn't make you any less of a person." Hannibal lectured her fondly.

"I can see your point. Well...I guess I'm having trouble with kneading, I've never been very good at it." She sighed in disappointment and Hannibal squeezed her shoulder.

"Everyone has skills and weak spots - it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Please allow me to help you." He gave her a choice like usual, being cautious with how he came on. He didn't want her to feel weak.

"Okay..." (Y/n) voice trailed off as uncertainty took hold, the girl letting him help.

"Thank you. Now kneading can be made easier by sprinkling flour across the counter. It stops the dough from sticking when you start kneading." Hannibal sprinkled some flour onto the counter whilst he talked, (Y/n) concentrating hard.

"Press the heels of your hands into the dough and push forwards slightly. This isn't kneading per say, but it's a technique that helps the gluten start working." He moved behind (Y/n) and took ahold of her wrists, silently marvelling at how dainty her hands were.

Hannibal helped her with the first step and then they kneaded together; folding the dough in half and pressing it flat with the heels of their hands before turning it around. Then they folded it in half and repeated for around three minutes, (Y/n) being nervous yet grateful. Her embarrassment was extremely cute to the sadistic male - Hannibal enjoying how timid she grew whenever he was too close. So he took it a bit further by resting his head on top of her hair and brushing the skin of her wrists with his thumbs.

A shy squeak slipped through her lips, but she managed to stay mostly silent - a shade of scarlet spreading across her face. He wanted to laugh, however he restrained himself. Hannibal had to remain a gentleman. Playing with her like that was just too entertaining sometimes. A smirk slid across his features as he kept helping her, eventually releasing his hold on her when he saw she didn't even need help. He then sent her a friendly smile, proud of how quickly she'd picked up the kneading. (Y/n) even rolled the dough out well, taking care to make it even and flat.

Hannibal then wrapped the dough around the tenderloin, placing the piece of covered meat in the oven a few minutes later. Beef tenderloin - what a clever little lie that had been. (Y/n) was sometimes far too observant for her own good. It wouldn't do her health any favours if she found out any...certain secrets about Hannibal. He cared too much about the delicate girl and her mentality at the moment. There would be a time where he'd manipulate her and start her on the same path that he was on, but that time wasn't now.

"You did an excellent job today (Y/n), I'm highly impressed with your efforts." Hannibal cooed in adoration, sending her a particularly sweetened smile.

"Oh I really didn't do anything that great...I mean, you're the one who helped me." (Y/n) flushed bright pink as she helped clean up, her cheeks glowing with colour.

"But you listened carefully and learnt something new. Not many people care for *learning new talents nowadays." He spoke smoothly.

"Ahaha, you may have a point there." She giggled and washed the flour off of her hands, humming a little whilst she did so.

To Hannibal, her humming was heavenly. How was it that she could remain so warm-hearted, despite the hardship she'd endured? It was true that she had a long way to go before defeating her mental diseases, but she was definitely on the road to fixing her problems and continuing with progress. Her innocent nature had Hannibal reeling, the male adoring her soft character traits. Thirty minutes passed, the male lowering the oven temperature and pushing the dough-covered meat back inside.

"We now have three hours before the dish is cooked properly. What we do in that time is up to you, my dear. The ball is in your court, as the saying goes." Hannibal smiled and waited for her answer, prepared to do anything she wished.

"Hmm, well I don't know about you, but I would like to take you up on that book challenge." She grew slightly sassy as she finished tidying the kitchen tabletop - amusing Hannibal further.

"And what book challenge would that be?" The male grinned jauntily.

"Finishing every book in your library." (Y/n) stuck her tongue out at Hannibal before leaving the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway and causing him to chuckle under his breath.

For someone who was so shy and sweet, she was quite mischievous in her own cute way. Hannibal found it rather attractive. He followed her into the library; seeing the (h/c)-haired girl curled up on the sofa with a book in her hands. Without a word he took a random book from one of the shelves and sat down opposite (Y/n), beginning to read himself. Of course he'd read the book - so it didn't interest him - but he liked doing the same thing she was doing. Plus it gave him time to sneak more looks at the lovely female near him.

It hadn't taken him long to realise that he had fallen in love with (Y/n), but he wasn't exactly surprised. How could he not crush on her? She was exceptionally compassionate, hugely kind and definitely enjoyable to be around. Her beauty was nothing to sneeze at either, along with her refreshing personality and diligent attitude. Every time Hannibal was around her he felt considerably lighter - as if she was the sun shining down on him. He cast one last look at (Y/n), the girl catching his look and giving him an endearing gaze in return.

Yes, he wouldn't deny it. Hannibal held a dear place in his heart for his secret love, (Y/n).

Recipe in Hannibal's part: https://www.sbs.com.au/food/recipes/beggars-chicken

Outfit in Pennywise's Part: http://cuteharajuku.storenvy.com/collections/522955-dresses-skirt/products/15548535-cute-kawaii-cat-braces-skirt

Outfit in Norman's Part: https://goo.gl/images/LWY6My

[Forgot where I got the outfit idea for Michael's part, plskillme]

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good one!❤️

**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💙