[A/N: Again, this book ISN'T dead! It just takes a long time to make six individual slasher parts (all 1.5k-2.5k long), proofread them, and put them all together like this. I actually stayed up until 1am in the morning to finish this off because I'm stubborn/(an idiot? xD). I love all of you guys, so I wish you all a wonderful day! ^-^💕]

Michael Myers:
The following week - after you'd been busted by your brother Miles for dating an infamous serial killer - was the same as usual. You'd wake up, go to school, come home, clean the house quickly, complete your remaining homework, make dinner for your brother - due to him coming home from work late - and spend some time with Michael; your days becoming increasingly more stressful. It wasn't that you hated doing all these things or anything, you were just tired. It didn't help that you got less and less sleep on top of that. You started to forget random small things - skipping breakfast, not remembering to bring the right homework to the right class, etc etc.

Your stressed-out state even had Michael worried, the silent stalker trying to stop you from taking on so many activities at once. "Michael, what are you doing?" You tiredly asked, confused by the older male's actions. He was blocking the doorway - not allowing you to pass through. But you had to. You had to go to school. You were fine, so what was his deal?

GO ᗷᗩᑕK TO ᗷEᗪ. ᑎOᗯ. [A/N: GO BACK TO BED. NOW.] He wrote to you, his serious stare and stiff stance showing how adamant he was about your health.

"Why? I'm fine." You shook your head as you tried to go past him, "I'm just a lil' sleepy, that's all. I'll catch up on sleep at the weekend."

TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᕼᗩT YOᑌ ᔕᗩIᗪ ᒪᗩᔕT ᗯEEK. [A/N: THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID LAST WEEK.]

"Yeah well," You paused for a second, wanting to come up with an excuse, "I promise I'll get more sleep at the weekend, m'kay?"

ᑎO. TᕼIᔕ Eᑎᗪᔕ ᕼEᖇE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOᗯ. [A/N: NO. THIS ENDS HERE AND NOW.]

"Michael..." You sighed and turned on your heel, deciding to just use the backdoor instead. "I'll see you after school." Before he could stop you, you left the house - Michael very unhappy with your decision. So much so that he gripped your wrist and tried to physically drag you back to the door, his intent to get you some rest.

ᗯᕼY ᗯOᑎ'T YOᑌ ᒪIᔕTEᑎ TO ᗰE? [A/N: WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?]

"I do listen to you." You tugged your hand free and faced him properly, "But this is what I have to do. Miles doesn't come home until late, I need to do my homework, and I have to tidy up the house so it's not a mess when he gets home. Then it's rinse and repeat."

IT'ᔕ TOO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ TO ᕼᗩᑎᗪᒪE. YOᑌᖇ ᕼEᗩᒪTᕼ Iᔕ ᔕᑌᖴᖴEᖇIᑎG. [A/N: IT'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE. YOUR HEALTH IS SUFFERING.]

"I'm fine!" You gently protested, repeating your reply from earlier and flashing him a smile before starting your walk to school.

But you didn't get very far, considering Michael grabbed your shoulder and forced you to stay still again. "Michael, can you stop this please? I need to get to—" You couldn't finish on account of him practically shoving the notepad into your face. What was his problem...?

YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᑕE ᕼᗩᔕ GᖇOᗯᑎ ᑭᗩᒪEᖇ. YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯE ᒪEᔕᔕ EᑎEᖇGY. YOᑌ'ᐯE ᗷEEᑎ ᕼᗩᐯIᑎG ᕼEᗩᗪᗩᑕᕼEᔕ. ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯEᑎ'T ᗷEEᑎ ᔕᒪEEᑭIᑎG ᗯEᒪᒪ. [A/N: YOUR FACE HAS GROWN PALER. YOU HAVE LESS ENERGY. YOU'VE BEEN HAVING HEADACHES. AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SLEEPING WELL.]

You bit your lip - knowing that deep down, in your heart, that he was right. You were having all those symptoms. But it's not like you could stop what you were doing. After all, no one else was going to do the household chores. YOᑌ ᑕᗩᒪᒪ TᕼᗩT ᗷEIᑎG ᖴIᑎE? ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᗪOᑎ'T. [A/N: YOU CALL THAT BEING FINE? BECAUSE I DON'T.]

"All that aside, I really do have to go to class. We'll talk about this after." You attempted to move your shoulder, but Michael had some kind of iron grasp and made you stay by his side - not letting you go anywhere. "This is ridiculous. Just let me go to school—"

ᑫᑌIT ᗷEIᑎG ᔕO ᔕTᑌᗷᗷOᖇᑎ. YOᑌᖇ ᕼEᗩᒪTᕼ Iᔕ Oᑎ TᕼE ᒪIᑎE. [A/N: QUIT BEING SO STUBBORN. YOUR HEALTH IS ON THE LINE.] Michael's next message made you release another sigh, realising that he wasn't going to let this go.

"I swear, I'll take it easy after school." You placed your hand over his while you moved it away from your shoulder; giving it a soft squeeze as you placed the palm of his hand against your cheek. "So you have absolutely nothing to worry about, alright?"

The silent man's stare didn't change - still looking obsessively concerned for your wellbeing. "And you can still stalk me like usual during classes if you want to. So see? Everything's fine." You spoke soothingly, stroking the top of his hand and skimming your thumb over his skin.

TᗩKE. IT. EᗩᔕY. ᗩᑎᗪ ᒍᑌᔕT ᔕO YOᑌ KᑎOᗯ, TᕼIᔕ Iᔕᑎ'T OᐯEᖇ. [A/N: TAKE. IT. EASY. AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, THIS ISN'T OVER.] His reply made you shake your head and smile, used to his overprotective obsession with your safety.

"I know this isn't over." You held his hand whilst you started to walk again, "You've made that pretty obvious, love."

Michael's hold on your hand tightened; clearly disliking how carefree you seemed to be about the whole situation. This was no laughing matter. Once you'd arrived at the school gate, you turned to the stalker and held both of his hands - wanting to comfort him somehow. "I have to go now. But I'll meet you here after I'm done with my classes."

He shook his head and stared at you with a steely eyes, obviously not wanting you to let you go. "Michael, c'mon." You squeezed his hands a second time, "If you stand here for too long, people will start to notice. You'll only draw unwanted attention to yourself. I promise I'll take it easy." You assured him hurriedly, seeing crowds of students start to arrive.

The stalker finally relented and allowed you to release his hands - heading towards his usual spot that he used to keep an eye on you. Whilst he was doing that, you entered the school and went to your first class; English. "Hey (Y/n), how's it goin'?" Alice asked in a friendly manner, happy that you sat down next to her.

"It's going good, thanks!" You pleasantly responded, "A little tired though. How about you?" You directed the conversation away from you, not wanting her to worry like Michael.

"You sure you're okay? You look a little..." She hesitated, a little nervous to bring up her thoughts and how she felt.

"A little...?" You were terribly confused - not understanding why she was so hesitant. 

"Never mind!" Alice quickly brushed it off as she directed her attention towards Dana and Gracie. "Dana! Cici!"

"We just made it." Dana sighed in relief, flopping down in her chair and dumping her bag on the floor beside her desk.

"I'll say." Gracie giggled under her breath, "I'm just glad that we didn't get—"

"Busted?" The teacher finished the remark for her dryly, making Cici's face redden from embarrassment.

"Um, yeah..." She mumbled awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot before sitting down at her desk. "Sorry, Ms Hilton."

"Before we start," Your teacher stopped and set her eyes on you, "(Y/n), a word outside please?" She politely inquired - you stiffening up and not liking the spotlight that was suddenly placed on you.

"Yes Miss." You dipped your head and followed her out, trying to keep your composure.

You followed her into the hallway and faced her with nervousness; worried about what she'd say. Was Ms Hilton going to scold you for some reason? Had you missed an assignment? Should you work even harder? What was—? "Are you feeling alright?"

"Huh?" You stared at Ms Hilton in surprise - not expecting her to say that.

"I've noticed during these past few weeks that you've grown a little paler, not to mention the bags under your eyes." Your teacher pointed out in a caring tone, her expression friendly and concerned at the same time. "You seem to be really stressed at the moment, (Y/n). Would you like to talk about it?" She kindly offered.

"Oh, no, no!" You exclaimed loudly, feeling bad when you realised how loud your response had been. "I'm sorry, I just...It's nothing, Miss. Things at home have been a bit...a bit hectic, that's all. I promise things will be back to normal!" You fibbed in a fake-cheerful voice, trying your best to appear happy. Man oh man, you had a lot of lies to go through.

And what was Michael going to say? "Happy to hear it. But please remember that the teachers and the local psychiatrist at the hospital are here to help you in any way that we can, (Y/n)." Ms Hilton reminded you nicely, flashing you a smile before walking you back into the classroom.

"Thank you, Ms Hilton." You quietly thanked her, deciding to dismiss her offer and instead just...just keep your spirit up. After all, working hard wasn't such a big deal. All you were doing was homework, cleaning up the house a little bit each day, cooking, going to school, spending some time with Michael and getting small bits of sleep before repeating your daily schedule. That wasn't so bad...right...?

Meanwhile, Michael had surprisingly abandoned his usual stalking spot; instead making his way through the town and searching for the job that he knew your brother partook in. Entertaining girls - the stalker knew exactly what Miles meant by that. It was almost cute that you hadn't connected the dots, but what your brother was doing wasn't tremendously bad. Once he'd found the specific building, he slipped inside and found your brother...'entertaining' a girl. Now usually Michael would interrupt and force his victim to do whatever he needed from them, but this time, he waited until your brother spotted him.

"I-Um-Lola, excuse me real quick, would you-?" Your brother suddenly sprung to his feet and rushed out of the room as fast as lightning, surprised by Michael's arrival.

"But Mi-Mi~" Your brother ignored this 'Lola' 's voice and pushed Michael out of the doorway - deciding to interact with him in the hallway instead.

"You'd better have a good explanation for showing up like this, stalker." Miles spoke firmly, still not trusting the mute male. "Don't you usually stalk and stick to my sister like super glue or something?"

Your brother grew even more bewildered when Michael whipped out his notepad and started scribbling down his answer. I'ᗰ ᗯOᖇᖇIEᗪ ᗩᗷOᑌT ᕼEᖇ. ᔕO ᗪO ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG. [A/N: I'M WORRIED ABOUT HER. SO DO SOMETHING.] Once he'd read that, Miles switched from confused to concerned - his brotherly instincts kicking on.

"What's wrong?" He demanded worriedly, "Did something happen? Is (Y/n) alright?" Michael gave a cold nod and shake of his head - making Miles even more bewildered.

"Hate to break it to you buddy, but that didn't make any sense." Miles crossed his arms and waited for a better answer...or at least, an answer he could actually comprehend.

YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯEᑎ'T ᑎOTIᑕEᗪ ᕼOᗯ ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕEᗪ OᑌT ᔕᕼE Iᔕ? Oᖇ ᗩᖇE YOᑌ ᗩᔕ ᗪᑌᗰᗷ ᗩᔕ YOᑌ ᒪOOK? [A/N: YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED HOW STRESSED OUT SHE IS? OR ARE YOU AS DUMB AS YOU LOOK?] Michael wrote in a frustrated scrawl, annoying your brother in the process and therefore making both males aggravated by one another.

"I'm not dumb, you dickhead. Of course I've noticed." Miles shot back sharply - also sounding rather frustrated, "And just for the record, I still don't like you." Your brother snapped while the killer continued to write.

I'ᐯE ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᒪIKEᗪ YOᑌ, ᗷITᑕᕼ. [A/N: I'VE NEVER LIKED YOU, BITCH.] Michael retaliated icily. ᗩᑎᗪ Iᖴ YOᑌ'ᐯE ᑎOTIᑕEᗪ, ᕼOᗯ ᑕOᗰE YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯEᑎ'T ᗪOᑎE ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG? [A/N: AND IF YOU'VE NOTICED, HOW COME YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING?]

"Because (Y/n) won't listen." Your brother glared at the stalker, "She... Well she's the type of person who's convinced that she can handle anything and everything." He confessed with an unhappy sigh. "No matter what."

ᔕO ᔕᕼE'ᔕ ᔕTᑌᗷᗷOᖇᑎ. [A/N: SO SHE'S STUBBORN.] Michael wrote back, his response causing Miles to laugh in disbelief.

"Yeah, no shit Einstein." Your brother rolled his eyes, growing more and more irritated. "I just don't know what to do about it."

TᗩKE ᔕOᗰE ᖇEᔕᑭOᑎᔕIᗷIᒪITY. ᑕᕼᗩᑎGE YOᑌᖇ ᗯOᖇK ᕼOᑌᖇᔕ. GET ᕼEᖇ TO ᗪE-ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕ. ᑎOᗯ. [A/N: TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY. CHANGE YOUR WORK HOURS. GET HER TO DE-STRESS. NOW.] The tall male decided after a minute or two, his words hitting your brother hard.

"You...You're right." Miles finally admitted, his fierce persona fading, "I should speak to my manager and see if I can change my hours. I should take some responsibility. And I should definitely take better care of my sister."

Michael dipped his head and then turned around, relieved that his message had gotten across. Though, before the stalker could leave, a hand grasped his shoulder. Oh, it was your brother. Michael tilted his face to the side a tad and waited to see what he wanted; curious as to what Miles would say. "Thank you. I wasn't sure about you at first, but after seeing how much you care about (Y/n), I'm starting to trust you a tiny bit more."

Michael gave another short nod and then moved away; leaving the building whilst you filled his mind again. He needed to make sure that you were safe. That you were alright. And that nothing bad had happened in his absence. So the stalker arrived back at your school - appearing in his usual stalking spot. Then, he saw you at your desk through the window. His dark irises were pinned to your perfect form, hypnotised by how angelic and attractive you were. But when were you not? In fact, to him, it felt like you grew more and more gorgeous every single day.

"(Y/n)? ...(Y/n)?" You jolted out of your spaced-out thoughts, not noticing Ms Hilton's calls. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit...distracted." Your teacher commented, watching you stifle a yawn.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" You hastily lied, flashing a fake smile and stifling a yawn. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to space out like that."

"I think you should go home for the day." She softly suggested, "You don't seem to be yourself at the moment. I can always call your brother and—"

"Really, it's okay Miss." You struggled to keep your composure - seeing your friends' worried glances and your teacher's troubled gaze. "I'm sorry to worry you." You didn't like how all the students could hear this conversation, so you tried to steer the spotlight away from you.

Ms Hilton held her tongue and continued teaching, but throughout the lessons she kept sending you discreet and sympathetic looks, clearly unsure whether or not she should step in. Eventually class ended and you could finally go home - but it was a bit exhausting, considering you still had to clean the house a little, finish off your essay due in tomorrow, and make dinner. It was stressful, but you weren't going to just back down. Some people had it much, much worse. Besides, your father and Miles were making an income, so at least now you didn't have to search for a job for the time being. So what was the problem?

"(Y/n)!" You almost jumped out of your skin; not expecting to see Miles standing by the front gate. "Are you okay?"

You were at a loss for words, turning to your friends to say that you couldn't walk home with them now. Luckily, they understood right away. "See you tomorrow, (Y/n)." Dana smiled, Alice giving a little wave and Gracie...well Gracie was a bit perplexed.

"Wait, wha-? What's going on? How come you're not walking with us?" Before she could ask more questions, Alice grabbed her wrist and tugged her down the road, obviously used to Cici's drama-queen like attitude. "What are you doing Ali? Alice, wait—!"

"I don't...I don't understand." You approached Miles and frowned, holding the strap of your bag as you wondered what was happening. "Usually you don't come home until around ten-ish..."

He didn't reply for a second; stepping forwards and wrapping his arms around you while he rested his head atop yours. "Yeah, but I was just so worried about you. I know you say you can handle it, but you can't. School, cleaning, homework, cooking, and not getting enough sleep - it's too much, even for more than one person." Miles pointed out in a serious tone.

"There's no one else to do these things though." You tiredly retaliated, starting to see his point as your exhaustion sparked up again and your stubbornness crumbled slightly.

"That doesn't matter. I'm shifting my hours and taking the weight off your shoulders." Your brother held your shoulders and moved his head to look you in the eye. "It's my responsibility as your older sibling to take sufficient care of you, and I'm sorry for doing this to you in the first place."

"But—"

"So c'mon, let's go home." Miles didn't even let you continue - instead taking ahold of your hand and leading you down the road.

"What made you so worried about me in the first place?" You curiously inquired, wondering where this came from. It was true that he'd tried to stop you from doing too much, but you'd reassured him...hadn't you...?

"Your boyfriend might've given me a good old kick in the ass and reminded me." Your brother smiled and gave your hand a squeeze, causing you to smile too.

Once you got home, you were pulled into an obsessive embrace the moment you stepped through the front door. "I'm not even going to ask how you got home before we did." You shook your head at Michael and gave a light laugh. "I missed you too though."

I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ. ᑎOᗯ GO ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇEᒪᗩ᙭.[A/N: I LOVE YOU. NOW GO AND RELAX.]

"Sounds like I don't have much of a choice." Your voice dripped with amusement as you dropped your bag on the floor. "I'll go take a bath then."

"Good idea." Miles commented, "And remember, take it easy tonight. God knows you've earned it." You softly nodded before heading upstairs and starting to run a bath.

Thank goodness Michael had stepped in.

Jason Voorhees:
"What are you doing here?" You groaned for what felt like the millionth time, seeing another group of hyped-up teenagers in your lover's territory. Camp Crystal Lake was his.

"We're here to par~tay~!" One of them exclaimed with excitement, throwing their empty can of alcohol right at your head.

"Damn right!"
"Woohoo!"
"The night is still young baby!"
"Time to get high!"
"Goodbye problems!"

"Don't blame me if you die." You muttered sourly, tired of their bullshit. "My boyfriend doesn't exactly enjoy trespassers."

"Trespassers?" One boy laughed aloud, "We're not trespassing. Camp Crystal Lake's been abandoned for decades, babe."

"For fuck's sake." You clenched your fists and gritted your teeth, stress bubbling through your body like hot tar. "I hate being a teenager and getting constantly put in the category as you guys. So laters." And with that, you turned to leave - overwhelmed by hate.

Thankfully, Jason arrived and came to your aid; their laughter and so-called "partying" drawing to a horrifying end. An odd sense of superiority washed over you whilst you watched him slaughter each and every one - happy to see them scream in distress. Though, it was immensely stressful to reprimand the same ignorant teenagers again and again - not to mention scrubbing and cleaning the crimson blood off of your clothes repeatedly. Over time, the irritation you always felt grew exponentially, making you feel both aggravated and annoyed. Not quite angry - but to the point where you felt less and less lively.

"Help us! Help us!"
"Please, oh please!!"
"We're sorry!"
"I'm BEGGING you!"

"Bit late for that, idiots." You rolled your eyes, watching one particular teen get Jason's machete ripped right up her stomach before slicing across her neck. "Tried to warn you... Like usual..."

Speaking of like usual, blood was spraying out and hitting your clothes again - a small sigh slipping through your lips when you saw that it was staining the material. Great. Blood was difficult to remove out of clothes as it was - you'd only just cleansed your previous ones. Just how long was this going to go on? You'd have to rinse these clothes in cold water as quick as you could. But first, you had to praise Jason when he was finished taking out the trespassing teens. He was like a sweet little kid; overjoyed when you complimented his skills and told him he did a good job. If you didn't, then he'd sulk for the rest of the day.

"(Y...Y/...n)...?" You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly came back to Earth, realising that Jason had finished destroying the brainless teenagers. "M...Mo...m...my...t-uh...ol...d-uh...me...I...d-uh...id...g-uh...oo...d-uh...D-uh...id...I...do...g-uh...oo...d-uh...?" The hockey-masked male asked in an enthusiastic tone - eagerly awaiting your response.

"You did an excellent job today, sweetheart!" You praised immediately, wrapping your arms around his burly frame and trying to be as kind and as warm as you possibly could. "I'm always so proud of you, darling. Very well done, honey."

"G-uh...oo...d-uh...j-uh...ob-uh...! G-uh...oo...d-uh...j-uh...ob-uh...!" Jason chanted in a childlike manner, picking you up under your arms and twirling you around brightly. "(Y.../n)...s-uh...ai...d-uh...I...d-uh...id-uh...a...g-uh...ood-uh...j-uh...oh..b-uh...!" He seemed really happy by your words, whirling you around a few times more before bringing you into a cute cuddle and hugging you tightly.

"I sure did, baby." You dipped your head as a nod and leant against his chest, releasing a stressful sigh a second later. "I sure did."

"(Y/...n)...is-uh...s-uh...ah...d-uh...?" Jason picked up on your stressed-out attitude at once - worried about the way you were suddenly acting. "W-uh...hy-uh...is-uh...(Y.../n)...s-uh...ah...d-uh...?"

"Oh no, no," You tried to brush off his concern and instead forced a smile, "I'm not sad, sweetie. I'm just a little stressed, is all."

"Str-uh...es...s-uh...ed-uh...?" He repeated curiously, his young mindset not understanding what you meant.

"Well, it's a bit hard to explain..." You trailed off and pulled away from his chest; his hands now grasping your shoulders. "It's when you feel like you're under a lot of pressure, Hun." He cocked his head cutely and that's when you knew you wouldn't be able to explain it properly to him. Ah well.

"Never mind, love." You brushed it to the side and entwined your fingers with his, giving his hand a soft squeeze. "Let's get back to our cabin and wash up a bit."

"W-uh...ash...uh...up-uh...?" Jason echoed, following you like a little lost puppy, "...W-uh...hy-uh...?"

"Your clothes are all bloody, Jay." You pointed out, "And thanks to those teens, mine are too. Blood is hard to wash out of clothes, y'know." You muttered the last part - not wanting to lash out or make Jason feel bad.

"H-uh...ar-uh...d-uh...t-uh...o...w-uh...ash-uh...out-uh...?" He still didn't understand, "H-uh...ow-uh...c-uh...om-uh...e...?"

"You have to run cold water over blood-stained clothes and rinse the blood out as soon as possible." You explained, "Otherwise you might not be able to ever get the blood out."

"B-uh...ah...d-uh...th...ih...ng-uh...?" Jason inquired with another classic head tilt, his adorableness making your stress deteriorate for a moment. "Wh-uh...at-uh...s-uh...wr-uh...on...g-uh...w-uh...i...th-uh...bl-uh...oo...d-uh...?"

"Well...you see...you'll..." You struggled to reply and sighed in slight aggravation. "You'll understand when you're older, cutie."

"Wh-uh...y-uh...n-uh...oh...t-uh...n-uh...ow-uh...?" He carried on stubbornly, refusing to let the subject go.

"Because it's not that important. So let's drop it, love." You shot him a tired look and that did it; your significant other relenting and giving you a short nod in response.

"Anyway, you should change into some clean clothes, Jay." You instructed strictly, leading him into the hallway of the cabin you two shared. "Now." You firmly added.

"B-uh...Bu...t-uh...—"

"No buts, Mister." You cut him off and pointed towards his bedroom, acting a little harsh. "We're getting the bloodstains out of our clothes and we're getting them out right now. You understand me, Jay?"

He gave an obedient - yet slightly sulky - nod before flouncing into his bedroom to change. You walked to yours and switched into a different shirt and pair of shorts - due to it being summer. "Hand me your clothes like a good boy." You calmly addressed him, holding the palm of your hand out towards the killer.

Jason shook his head, a tiny growl of complaint coming from underneath his mask while he held his messy clothes close to his chest. "N-uh...oh..." He argued like a little kid, "Y-uh...ou...b-uh...ro-h...k-uh...e...hug-uh...be...f-uh...or-uh...e..."

"Are you kidding me?" You kept yourself from rolling your eyes and remained calm, reminding yourself that he thought just like a kid. "Your clothes need to be washed. So hand them over, babe."

"N-uh...oh...!" The raggedly dressed male shook his head a second time and stamped his foot on the ground - now acting spoilt.

Sometimes his temper tantrums stressed you out even more than the teenagers and the constant bloodstained clothes... But still... Racking your brain, you finally came up with a way to convince him. "If you don't give me your dirty clothes, then you won't get a goodnight kiss." You threatened with a fake-sweet smile.

"Th-uh...at-uh...s-uh...m-uh...ea...n-uh...!" Jason wildly exclaimed, tears of anger glittering in his gaze. "N-uh...oh...t-uh...f-uh...ai...r-uh...!"

"It is fair." You disagreed lightly, "Give me those clothes and you'll get your goodnight kiss, sweetie. Simple as."

"F-uh...in-uh...e..." He gave in begrudgingly, shoving the dirty clothes in your direction before flicking his head to the side like an upset child and gripping his machete tightly.

"Thank you." You deliberately softened your tone in an attempt to soothe him - heading straight towards the kitchen.

Dealing with the annoying teenagers, alongside Jason's temper tantrums and having to always wash yours clothes wasn't easy - in fact, it was stressful and frustrating - but you could manage. You just had to...keep your emotions under control. No lashing out. No taking it out on Jason. And no losing your temper. Besides, you knew you still loved him. The stress would fade with time...so yeah, all you had to do was keep it up a little bit longer. How many teens would continue to even enter Camp Crystal Lake? They had to have gotten the message by now. As for the clothes, the blood would come out, so it wasn't overly stressful. You were probably just tired, that's all.

"I really appreciate you being a good boy, Jay." You tucked the clothes under one arm and patted his head with the other in an attempt to calm him down, "Not only did you give me the clothes, but you did a marvellous job protecting the lake. I bet your mother's just as proud of you - if not more - as I am."

"R-uh...ear-uh...ly...?" Jason perked up happily, his mood doing a complete 360 while you did your best to de-stress yourself.

"Really." You replied honestly, moving into the kitchen and placing the clothes on top of the counter. "Now just give me a few minutes to rinse them in cold water before putting them in the washing machine."

"M...'k-uh...ay..." He stood still the entire time you did what you said you'd do; pushing them into the washing machine once you'd finished the slightly-tedious task.

"There." You stood up straight again and stretched, "The blood should be gone by the time the washing is done. So that's that."

"I...I'm-uh...s-uh...oh...rry...(Y.../n)..." Jason randomly apologised, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"Wha-huh?" You turned to face him directly, taken aback by his unexpected apology.

"I...m-uh...ad-uh...e...y-uh...ou...str-uh...es...s-uh...ed-uh..." His expression was downcast and you bit your lip, not wanting your stress to make him feel bad.

"Oh Jason honey, you didn't do it on purpose." You tried to console the Crystal Lake Killer, giving him a caring cuddle to calm him down. "It's just the constant trespassing and all."

"Y-uh...ou...sh...oul...d-uh...st-uh...ay...ho...m-uh...e..." Jason grew angry on your behalf, "N-uh...ot-uh...s-uh...af-uh...e...! N-uh...ot-uh...s-uh...af-uh...e...!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." You quickly protested, "Bloodstained clothes aren't the end of the world, they're just...annoying. I don't need to stay in our cabin all day - I just wish I didn't have to wash our clothes all the time. I suppose that's what's stressing me out."

"D-uh...o...y-uh...ou...w-uh...ant-uh...a...hu...g-uh...?" Jason offered as a way to cheer you up; not wanting you to be stressed out still. His question actually made you want to Aww out loud - your stress withering away like an unwatered flower.

"I'd love one." You agreed warmly, allowing him to engulf you in a tight embrace. "But where did that come from?"

"M-uh...om...my...t-uh...ol...d-uh...me...hug-uh...s...m-uh...ak-uh...e...p-uh...eop-uh...le...f-uh...ee...l-uh...b-uh...et...t-uh...er..." He told you innocently, obviously listening to his mother like he usually did.

"Oh Jay, you're such a sweetheart, y'know that?" You cuddled closer to his chest and forgot about the stress of cleaning clothes - along with dumb teenagers and their stupid behaviour.

"L...L-uh...ov-uh...e...y-uh...ou..." Jason coed in complete idolisation, nuzzling into your hair while he held you as passionately as he possibly could; happy that you were happy.

"I love you too, sweetie."

Freddy Krueger:
Your pen scratched against the thin sheet of paper gently, your concentration flickering on and off like a light switch while you tried your best to focus on the exam you'd been studying for. The heavy silence drifted around the classroom and created a somewhat of a stressful atmosphere. What happened last night...you just...you just couldn't forget it. How could you forgive him for slaughtering all of those innocent girls? You didn't know each of them personally, but that didn't mean it was alright to accept what he'd done. Maybe it was your fault. Maybe if...if you'd counted quicker, you might've saved Kristen at least. No, you physically couldn't have spoken faster.

"You think I care?"
"You've known what I am for a while now," "So why is this such a surprise to you, sweets~?"

"You've known all along that he's been killing teenagers like us!?"
"W-Well I—"
"And you didn't think to help or save ANY one of us, either!?"

No...No that wasn't true... You wanted to try and save them. You wanted them to live. It...It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault!

"I'm teaching this bitch a lesson."
"—A lesson!?"

How in God's name was that a lesson? You knew he was a sadistic serial killer, but still, the guilt just carried on growing inside your heart - to the point where your pen stopped moving. How ironic that he said lesson, when the kill took place inside a classroom.

"I'll~make~you~pay...For~what...you~did...to~Sheila~!"
"Sure you will," "So send my regards, whore."

You couldn't take much more of this. The exam faded into the background, painful tears pricking at the edge of your eyes while you struggled not to breakdown in class.

"I wonder...who's next now~?"
"—I'll do anything, anything at all!!"

Anything...Anything!

"Better start counting sweets~"
"Please, please, please, please, please—"
"I don't think that's quite fast enough...do you?"

You couldn't go any faster!

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop!

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

No...No...No...!

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE—!"

"NO!! PLEASE NO!!" You screamed in front of the entire class; abruptly standing up and slamming your hands on your desk as you startled everyone, tears now dripping down your face.

"(Y/n)? Are you feeling alright?" Your teacher looked worried, looking up from her desk in concern.

The students around you started whispering - some of them finding your stressful outburst amusing, a few of them becoming unsettled, and a couple of them simply staring. "Please excuse me." You shook your head - stunned - and gathered up your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder before leaving the classroom in complete and utter distress.

You had to go home - after all, there was no way you could finish that test now. Your thoughts were spiralling out of control; unable to calm down as you hurried away from the school building. How could you stay calm and collected after all that had happened? Better yet, how could you still have feelings for such a cruel man? What was wrong with you? Your emotions were running wild, so much so that you began to sob; feeling extremely emotional by this point. Not only had you failed the test, but you'd also humiliated yourself in front of everyone and made yourself look like an absolute lunatic. Things couldn't get any worse than this...could they?

You arrived home and wiped your tear-stained eyes with one hand, taking a deep breath before opening the front door. Thank goodness no one was around to view your mental breakdown. Dumping your schoolbag on the ground, you went upstairs and released an unhappy sigh, stepping towards your bedroom door as you tried to shake the negative thoughts away. Just as you expected though, they wouldn't disappear, deciding to stick to your mind like glue. A sudden gasp slipped through your lips when you entered your bedroom; not expecting to see a certain person casually leaning against your wall.

"You're home early." They noted smoothly; acting as though nothing had happened. "Had enough of school for one day, sugar~?"

You were so angry with them that you ignored them completely, brushing past said person and moving towards your desk. "D'aww, don't ignore me doll-face~" They murmured into your ear after wrapping their arms around your neck from behind, "I haven't even done anything."

Gritting your teeth, you stayed silent and just stood there; stiffening up when their metal claws danced across your collarbone. "What, are you mad at me? Because of last night?" Just ignore him. "How cute~"

"By the way, your fear gave me so much power." The person purred against the side of your neck seductively, his dry lips and flirty tone causing your cheeks to turn a dark shade of pink. "I really should thank you for that~" Once they'd finished speaking, they left a love bite and then ran their tongue up your skin; making you snap and shove them away.

"Stop it, Freddy, just stop it!" You shouted at him sharply, "Just leave me alone! Haven't you done enough?!" You faced the slasher with a furious glint in your eye - too stressed out to think rationally. "What the hell is your problem!?"

"I don't have any problems." The burnt male smirked, "You're the one who had an outburst at school."

"How do you even know about that!?" You clenched your fists and glared at him; disliking how smug he seemed to be.

Freddy tapped the side of his head with his finger-blades as his wicked smirk widened. "Whatever. I have things to do, so just leave me the fuck alone." You stormed out of the room and flung the door shut behind you, deciding to get started on doing the housework.

After all, you usually have a lot to do - like do your homework, do some of the dishes, sort out everyone's clothes, pick up Sara, etcetera etcetera. You didn't mind most of the time, but today...today you were emotionally and mentally exhausted, due to everything that had taken place. Damn dream demon, making your life even harder than usual. Sometimes he just went way over the top with his arrogant attitude and psychopathic personality. Like Jesus...last night messed with you mentally. It shocked you that the girls you spoke with had suddenly been slaughtered - and right in front of your eyes too. How were you meant to deal with that kind of trauma?

Still... Thinking back to that love bite, your pink cheeks darkened just a tiny bit more; your heartbeat racing against your will while you attempted to continue with your chores. Dishes...yeah, you'd do the dishes first. Heading back downstairs, you walked into the kitchen and moved over to the sink, turning the tap on. Minutes ticked past as you washed cutlery, bowls and plates, placing them on the drain rack and calming down a tad. You'd seen Freddy kill before, so why had you gotten so angry? It wasn't like you were well acquainted with those girls or anything. Is it that you were still not used to him murdering people?

"Tell me (Y/n)...are you evil? Do you enjoy knowing that demon kills every child around you without touching a hair on your head?"

Amanda's previous words echoed around your brain, making you deliberate over her question once more. Were you evil? You didn't think so... And you definitely didn't enjoy witnessing Freddy's sadistic slaughtering - it wasn't even your choice to watch in the first place. You mused over this whilst you continued washing the dishes, spacing out and taking no notice of your surroundings whatsoever. But then how...how could you continue to have feelings for him? It didn't matter how much you pulled away, or how angry you got at him - none of it mattered.

It was just something about him...something that— "You left to do dishes?" Freddy's casual voice broke your train of thought, causing you to jump and drop a plate you were washing - the plate shattering as soon as it came into contact with the floor. "How fucking boring."

You rolled your eyes and tried to brush past him a second time, but Freddy gripped your wrists and forced you to lean against the countertop; the dream demon's face mere inches away from your face. "Someone has to do them." You firmly replied, now trying your best to calm down your pounding heart and uneven breathing.

"Nobody's making you do them." He pointed out mischievously, "And this is more fun, don't you think so princess~?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" You coolly questioned, feeling more and more stressed-out by the second. "Like I said before, I have things to do, so—"

You couldn't finish your sentence; the flirtatious male pushing his mouth against yours and lustfully kissing you without any sort of consent. W-What the-? Part of you wanted to wriggle out of his grasp and break the erotic kiss, but the other half of you was...well, let's just say the other half was enjoying the intimacy. You were supposed to be mad at him, but your anger was subsiding for some strange reason - like last night didn't even matter. Was this a hormonal thing? Was this nothing more than being a girl and being easily aroused? No...that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all. But if that wasn't the answer, then what was?

"Y'know what I think, baby girl~?" Freddy wickedly hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss to respond. "I just don't think you have it in you to stay away from me~"

"I don't have time for this." You regained your composure before pulling your hands out of his hold and moving to the side a bit.

"Oh? Then what exactly do you have time for, hmm~?" The dream demon used his left hand to tilt your chin back towards him, growing amused by how flustered you were - and how hard you were trying to hide it.

"I have time to get a dustpan and brush - to clean up the plate you broke - time to sort out everyone's clothes, time to pick up Sara, and then time to do anything else I need to do." You spoke in a sensible tone, raising your eyebrows while you gazed into his gleaming, green irises.

"You're the one that broke it, sweets." Freddy grinned impishly, "Not me."

"If you hadn't startled me, I wouldn't have dropped it!"

"If you hadn't stormed out of the room like an angsty teen, then you wouldn't have been startled, now would you~?"

"I wouldn't have stormed out of the room if you hadn't scared me last night and stressed me out today!"

"You stressed yourself out, sugar."

"Oh give me a break." You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms while you looked at him with defiance.

Your defiance soon dissolved into surprise as Freddy wrapped his left arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him; using his gloved hand to caress the side of your face possessively. "Killing is just what I do, sweetheart. So get used to it."

"I'll get used to it when you stop stressing me out." You muttered under your breath.

"Stop stressing out over every little thing then~" He smugly taunted, leaning his forehead against yours and enjoying the fact that your blush had darkened again. "And don't bother about that stupid plate."

"I have to clean that up, y'kn—" With a click of his fingers, the pieces of the broken plate vanished - leaving the floor spotless again.

"What were you saying, sweet-cheeks~?" The dream demon drawled out lazily.

"It doesn't matter." You moved away from him and headed towards the front door, deciding to pick up Sara. It was about time to collect her from school. "I have to go now."

"Weren't you going to sort out clothes and other bullshit?" Freddy remarked, following you into the hallway.

"I was, but someone distracted me." You sarcastically retaliated as you left the house and started to walk. "So why don't you get on with ruining teenagers' dreams - quite literally - whilst I go pick up my sister?"

"Can't I come with?" He purposely pouted, his arm curling around your waist again while he stayed close to you. "Pretty please~?"

You raised your eyebrows and kept on walking, deciding to answer bluntly. "No."

"Must you be so cold?" Freddy pretended to be hurt, deciding to be theatrical instead. "Feeling stressed out isn't good for you, y'know." He commented when you shoved him to the side and sped up, irritated by his constant cockiness.

"Can't people see you next to me? So go back to the dreamworld, or at least back to my house." You tried to steer the conversation away from your stressed-out state; Sara's school coming into view.

"Nope." Freddy shot back in a superior tone, "I can disappear and reappear to anyone I choose whenever I want. I'm a fucking God after all."

"Is that a fact?" Your sarcasm intensified as you kept your eyes on the school, finally reaching the gates and waiting for Sara.

"Sure is." He ran his claws through your hair, "So stop feeling so stressed out, doll. Last night wasn't even a big deal."

"That better be a joke, you son of a—"

"Sis! Freddy!" Sara's cheerful little voice interrupted you; the bubbly girl bounding towards the two of you with a friendly smile.

"Hey there Ra-Ra~" The dream demon cooed, picking your younger sister up and twirling her around.

"Put her down!" You demanded, feeling unnerved by the close contact.

"Wha-? Why?" Sara tilted her head to the side and you let out another sigh - too tired and stressed to think clearly anymore.

You didn't even feel anymore anger towards Freddy; your stress consuming your thoughts while you remained silent. "Why so stressed sweets~?" His evil grin and satisfied expression just made your exhaustion grow, watching Sara and Freddy emotionlessly.

"You know damn well why." You mumbled, relieved when Sara's feet touched the ground again. "So just drop it already."

"You're stressed, sis?" Your younger sister stared at you with worried eyes, holding your hand and holding Freddy's with the other. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"It's nothing Sara." You sent her a fake-happy smile and squeezed her hand, "Don't worry about me. How was school?" Listening to her chatter on about her day was a somewhat calming distraction, though the sharp-tongued male was still smirking at you. Why couldn't he leave you alone? Hadn't he stressed you out enough?

"Aaaand we're home!" Sara snapped you out of your thoughts - not realising that you three had reached your house so soon.

"Hey sweetie," Freddy bent down so he was Sara's height and received a stern glare from you, not trusting him in the slightest. "Mind doing something for me~?"

"Sure!" She dipped her head.

"Freddy—" You didn't have time to warn him not to try anything, because he cut you off and continued to converse with your sister.

"Could you go upstairs and leave us alone for a couple minutes?" His question threw you off entirely, not expecting him to make that kind of request.

"Okey-dokey!" With another easygoing smile, Sara left and headed towards her bedroom - not minding at all.

"What the hell do you want now...?" You asked in annoyance, wanting nothing more than to collapse on your bed and forget about last night and today.

The dream demon didn't even answer you; grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you backwards until your back hit the hallway wall. Then, he released your shoulders and instead placed his hands on said wall - either side of your head. "What do I want? I want you to stop feeling so fucking blue. It's annoying me."

"You're the one who made me feel so stressed out." You retorted, hating how your heartbeat had sped up. Stupid hormones.

"No I didn't." Freddy lost his arrogant attitude and rolled his eyes, "And even if it was me, get over it already."

You leaned an inch or two closer to his face - disliking his bluntness. "No."

"You are one stubborn bitch." He growled in frustration and glared, scraping his gloved hand down the wallpaper.

"And you're an arrogant asshole." You insulted, causing him to let out a dark laugh.

"Why can't you just let last night go?" The male opposite you impatiently questioned.

"Because it was traumatic." You fired back fiercely, "So that's why I'm stressed. And that's why it's your fault."

"Oh gimme a break." Freddy's gloved hand curled around the side of your face and skimmed over your left cheek; leaving tiny cuts while his temper reached its breaking point. "That wasn't traumatic. What will it take for you to fucking move on?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't think I can." You stiffly spoke. "What you did in front of me...that's not something I can easily forgive."

"Oh (Y/n)~" The dream demon's left hand snatched up your right wrist, "That's bullshit and you know it." He kissed you again without consent, smug when he felt your out-of-control heartbeat. "You can't help but love me, and I know that you know that."

"You're a liar." Your voice faltered, shaking your head whilst your defiance faded.

"Am I?" Freddy chuckled, sensing your defence weaken. "I don't think so, princess. So let last night go, 'kay~?"

"I...I can't." You attempted to be assertive one last time, but it failed. "Last night was—"

"Just forget it. I can even help you de-stress if you'd like." His tone sweetened as his hands wrapped around your waist alluringly. "Just say the word~"

"Not here!" You protested, "Sara might come back down, a-and Brittany could—"

"We can head upstairs then." The dream demon flirtatiously responded, "And after spending time with moi, you won't even remember last night sugar."

"I... I..." Your tiredness overtook you, and so you just...let it go. "Okay, fine.. I...I give up."

Your reply caused him to grin, the male guiding you towards the stairs and planting another kiss on your neck. "Excellent~"

Pennywise:
"No means no, Penny." You sighed and shook your head, focusing on the task at hand as you had to reject what your significant other wanted to do. "I can't right now, and you know that."

"But sweets, you've been studying nearly all day." Penny pointed out in a huffy tone, "Not to mention it's the weekend."

"I've been studying for two hours." You stopped taking notes and raised your eyebrows at him - used to his over-the-top dramatics. "I don't think that counts as nearly all day."

"But sugar, we could be having fun right now. Can't you just leave it?" He persisted, cuddling you from behind whilst he carried on.

"Believe me, I want to." You attempted to console him and take notes again at the same time, trying to multitask. "But this test is really, really important. It's the end of year exam, and I don't want to get a failing grade - let alone have to take a retest." You explained with a serious tone; scribbling down some more points and trying to remember them.

"End of year exam? Failing grade? A retest...?" Pennywise slowly repeated your words, not understanding in the slightest. Of course, he knew that children and teenagers attended school and received education, sure, but that was all he really understood. He just didn't know how they gained said knowledge.

"Mmhm." You dipped your head as a nod and decided to explain, spinning your pen while you did so. "An end of year exam is basically a final review of a student's knowledge of said subject. A failing grade is when you do so badly that you have the chance to take a retest - which is when students are given a second shot."

"That sounds both annoying and complicated to me." The killer clown commented, sitting on the edge of your desk by this point. "Why not just let me help you out?"

"And just what do you know about English, Science, Maths, Geography and History, Pennywise?" You asked in amusement, a soft smile spreading across your face as you resumed reading your Maths study guide.

Yet a tiny gasp slipped from your lips when Penny grasped your wrists and forced you to the floor; his golden eyes glittering deviously whilst his body loomed over yours. "That's not what I meant, honeybun~" He darkly chuckled, his sadistic side sparking up.

"Are you suggesting that I cheat?" You ignored your pink cheeks and fluttering heartbeat, staring him down as you waited for an answer.

"Mmm...not you per say," The killer responded smugly, switching over to his devilish side a little bit. "But when I say I can help you out~"

"I don't need you to cheat for me." You rejected his offer right off the bat, having too much pride for something like that. "I appreciate you wanting to help, but that's not the kind of help I'm looking for. I want to pass on my own. I want to feel my hard work pay off. And I want to do it all fairly."

"But that's such a boring way of doing things, buttercup." Pennywise moaned and leant back, allowing you to sit up properly.

"Listen, I promise I'll make it up to you." You climbed to your feet and then sat back at your desk - feeling slightly stressed. "I just...I have to do this. I have to study right now."

"No." The killer clown objected stubbornly, "I don't want you to study - you'll just end up stressing yourself out. Besides, I want you to spend time with me." His hand curled around your arm after he'd spoken, his possessive attitude showing.

"I don't have time for this." You argued with annoyance, dropping your pen to face him once more. "I told you, I'm studying right now. So just go and do what you usually—"

"Please, sweet-pea, at least take a break." Pennywise tried once again, tugging on your arm a little bit. "Come on, play with me."

"I said no—"
"Just for a little bit, sugarplum."
"I need to learn this stuff—"
"Technically you don't."
"Yes I do. And it's stressful, so please just—"
"Peaches please. Just play with me, it'll be much more fun than this. C'mon, you know you want to—"

"No, Penny!" You finally lost your composure and flung your pen down on the desk, feeling het-up and stressed out.

"Lollipop? What's the—?"

"—The matter?" You finished the question for him and looked at him with tired eyes, annoyed. Mostly annoyed because a part of you wanted to agree and spend time with him.

But you couldn't. Hannah and Hailey had passed their end of year exams with flying colours - which meant you couldn't let them down. You wouldn't give up. "You want to know what the matter is? It's that I don't have a choice. I'm stressed out Penny, and I can't spend time with you at the moment. I'm sorry." You snapped slightly.

"But cupcake, you look absolutely exhausted." He tried another tactic, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on your shoulder. "It's not healthy, and I think we both know that."

"I'll just catch up on sleep when this is all over and done with." You replied - your patience wearing thin. "So why don't you just go and have fun with your usual hobby?"

"(Y/n), I—"

"Pennywise." You spoke in a severe manner, "It's like you're being distracting on purpose. So just...just stop it."

"Why oh why would I distract someone as sweet as you?" He evilly responded; your words causing a cunning grin to stretch across the clown's facial features.

You turned around and stood up, looking him straight in the eye as you couldn't hold your tongue any longer. "Beats me. But I know that you do it on purpose. Whenever I do something that requires my full attention, you always try to drive me away from it. This goes much further than simply distracting me."

"Because you shouldn't do such stressful things. It's not good for you." Pennywise's disagreement felt more deceitful than disturbed - obviously not wanting you to return to your studying.

"You know what's not good for me right now?" You coolly asked; your sudden change of tone throwing him off entirely. "You, Penny."

"Me?" His golden eyes glinted with dark surprise, his stubbornness refusing to show how upset he was as his appearance flickered slightly. "And just what are you implying, honeybun?"

"I can't spend time with you. You're only adding to my stress. So please," You accidentally switched your voice to a sterner one before finishing your sentence, "Just let me study for a little bit. Alone."

"How am I adding to your stress? Why would you say something like that?" Pennywise's gaze glimmered with hurt; not understanding how important this tedious test was to you. "It's only a stupid test!"

"Look, if the exam goes well I promise I'll make it up to you. But right now, I can't...I'm too stressed out." You tried to console the clown and even offered to make it up, but he just sighed while shaking his head.

"No, I get it. If that's what you want, gumdrop." Penny stopped pushing you and instead disappeared - deciding to brood over your words as you felt even more stressed.

Because you didn't mean to make him feel bad...You were just so stressed - what with the test and all. "Penny, wait..." Your words merely faded into thin air, slight guilt swirling around your room. Guess you should get back to studying. You'd just...make it up to him later.

And study you did, stifling yawns from time to time whilst you tried to focus on all the study guides; jotting down notes and placing your full attention on the remaining subjects. Proper grammar, the three sciences, the Earth's physical features and its atmosphere, and the study of previous events and overall past. Your stress kept bubbling to the surface, minutes ticking by like seconds while you struggled to carry on. Parts of it were fascinating, but to you it was more boring than interesting - considering all you wanted to do was accept Pennywise's offer. You wanted to play with him instead of studying. You wanted to de-stress. You wanted to have fun.

Because this...this was far too stressful. So much so in fact— "Lollipop?" You jumped at the sound of Pennywise's voice, quickly looking at your clock and realising that a whole hour had flown by. What in the...?

"Hey there Penny." You flashed a light smile, "You're back early." You didn't know if he'd actually gone to devour children or not, but if he wasn't doing what he normally did - then what had he been up to?

"I was worried about you." He confessed with concern, wrapping his arms around your neck as he hugged you in an overprotective manner. "And I don't want you wearing yourself out, honey."

"I'm fine." You faintly protested, "Honestly, all I've done is jot down notes and learnt significant stuff for what I have to do."

"I...I'm sorry, peaches." Pennywise apologised with a sigh, leaning back while he released his hold on you. "The only reason I was trying to distract you was to destress you. It was mischievous meddling on my part. Still—"

"No, don't apologise." You interrupted hurriedly, "I shouldn't have studied so much, it only stressed me out and made me lash out."

What you were saying was the truth; that's what it did. "But muffin—"

"All I wanted was to live up to my sisters' standards." You confessed with embarrassment, cuddling into his chest and letting out a soft sigh. "However, it was wrong of me to take it out on you."

A sudden tinge of pink coloured your cheeks when Pennywise wrapped his arms around your body, rested his head on top of yours and then nuzzled into your hair; holding you tightly while he held you close. "Don't put so much pressure on yourself, sweets. Who cares if you don't do as well as them?"

"Hailey and Hannah are respected by both our parents and classmates though—"

"Respect doesn't equal intelligence, (Y/n)." Pennywise cut you off in a stern tone - reprimanding your train of thought.

"But this is my end of year exam—"

"Yes, but it's also not the end of the world, sugar. So please," He paused for a split second, "Don't put your sisters on such a pedestal."

"I...I'll try not to." You shyly gave in, appreciating the comfort and support. "I guess I could tone it down a little bit with the admiration I have for Hailey and Hannah..."

"A little bit?" An incredulous chuckle came from the clown before he loosened the cuddle; facing you with amused disbelief. "You need to tone it down completely, because you're you and I already know that you're the smartest and sweetest girl to ever bless this Earth." His kind words made a faint blush spread across your face again - not expecting such a nice compliment.

"I thought we were discussing why I should de-stress." You raised your eyebrows, "So how exactly did we get on this topic?" You asked with amusement; shooting him a tiny smile whilst you broke the embrace for a second and tucked your textbooks back into your bag.

"We got on this topic because I love you~" Penny purred, "And I never ever want you to forget that. Ever."

"I won't, I won't!" You hurriedly promised, noticing the dark-gold glint in his gaze and giving him another soft hug to calm his psychotic self down. "So let's just take it down a notch, okay? I'm not stressed anymore, see? We can...We can do something together now...if you want to."

"You're done?" Pennywise's eye colour switched back to his usual light shade of gold, the killer happy by your remark. "Oh I'm so proud of you, honeybun! You're going to ace that test no problem. And of course I want to do something together!"

"I'm glad you think so—"

"We can do whatever you want," He cut you off with his usual, overexcited attitude and twirled you around in midair - infatuated by you and you alone. "Whatever it takes to de-stress you, sweetheart~"

"I don't mind what we do—"

"I can find us a carnival to go to - or just create a carnival, and—"

"It doesn't have to be anything big, Penny. We can just—"

"Trust me, I can think of a billion things to de-stress you and a trillion things to cheer you up, cupcake~" Pennywise's overzealous excitement caused you to crack a much wider smile this time - used to his excessive mannerisms.

"I do trust you." A light laugh left your lips as you felt the stress swiftly trickle away through your veins; feeling happy to be spending time with Pennywise. "And believe me, I know you can."

"Love you, sugar~"
"Love you too, Penny."

Norman Bates:
"N-No w-way-!"
"It was only one time, Norman."
"B-But it...i-it c-could happen a-again-!"
"It was over a month ago, I can handle the night shift. Besides, Molly's on vacation for the upcoming two weeks and you're tired enough as it is. I can do it!"
"(Y-Y/n), n-no—!"

"Norman," You cut your significant other off with a serious voice, your stubborn streak starting to show. "Really, I can do this. So please, just trust me."

"(Y-Y/n)-" Norman helped you tidy up the lobby area of the motel, feeling very concerned over you and your mental health. "I-It's not t-that I d-don't...r-really, it's n-not. I-It's j-just that...i-it's just t-that—"

"I understand, believe me babe, I do." You softened your tone slightly - attempting to soothe his unhappy state. "But I can tackle my part of the day shift and the night shift. If you can take Molly's shift until she comes back, I can sleep during then. So don't worry."

"B-But Molly's s-shift i-is 5am u-until 1pm, a-and your s-shift i-is 1pm until 9pm. T-Then m-mine is 9pm until 5am." Norman summed up anxiously, "I-If I s-switched f-from mine t-to M-Molly's, y-you'd h-have to w-work s-sixteen hours."

"Yeah, but like I said; I can sleep during the morning shift. Aka, Molly's." You casually retaliated, "So everything will be fine."

"B-But...B-But—"

"Please don't worry yourself over me." You gently grasped his shoulders with both of your hands and gave him a sweet kiss; not wanting him to get so worked up.

"B-But I...B-But I..." The young male didn't have the strength in him to retort - Norman struggling to argue after you kissed him. In fact his cheeks changed to a crimson colour. "I-I...okay...B-But i-if it gets t-too m-much for y-you you h-have to t-tell me, o-okay-?"

"It won't get too much for me, I swear—" You stopped when you saw Norman's dejected expression, deciding to give in. "Alright, I promise. So I'll do the night shift tonight, sleep during Molly's in the morning, and then finish off with my own shift. Simple as that."

"(Y-Y/n)..." Norman trailed off worriedly, unsure of whether or not his decision to let this happen was a good one.

"I've just got to rinse and repeat my idea for fourteen days, that's all." You gave his shoulders a soft squeeze before a soothing hug, not wanting him to change his mind. "Just fourteen itsy bitsy days."

"Hey you guys!" Molly entered the room with a spring in her step - her last shift for the week finishing up. "Are you sure it's alright for me to take some time off with my family?"

"O-Of course." Norman immediately answered, "F-Family is i-important."

"I agree." You chipped in with a friendly smile, giving her a wave as she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase's handle. "Now go have some you time."

"Thank you. Both of you." Molly thanked the two of you gratefully - heading towards the front doors. "See you Norman, (Y/n)!"

"B-Bye-!"
"See you soon! Take care!" You and Norman called after her - you waving in response to her kindhearted wave.

"Well I for one hope she has a nice vacation." You lightly commented, "I mean, Molly's incredibly hardworking. Wouldn't you agree?"

"S-She c-certainly is." Norman dipped his head and flashed a smile similar to your own, "I'm j-just w-worried about—"

"I know, I know." You comfortingly interrupted, releasing your hold on him and instead glancing at the time. 9:27pm. "Looks like it's my shift. You should go get some sleep before your shift tomorrow."

"B-But a-are you...a-are you sure t-though-?" He brought it up again just to make sure; wanting you to change your mind and leave it up to him. After all, he was used to staying up - it was easy-peasy.

"It's just for fourteen days, honey." You reminded him kindly, "No sweat."

"O-Okay...I l-love y-you, (Y-Y/n)..." Norman hesitantly gave in once again and then wrapped his arms around you tightly; nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck while he tried to cling to you for as long as possible.

"I love you too, sweetie." You replied in a pleasant tone, rubbing his back for a minute before pulling away and moving towards the front desk. "Now go get some sleep."

"S-See y-you in t-the m-morning..." He shyly spoke, walking away as he wished to stick by your side and work together.

"See you in the morning~!" You repeated after him lovingly, sitting down behind the desk and bringing one of your favourite books out.

The night was pretty slow, what with not many people checking in or checking out, but listening to music and delving into the world of fine literature was definitely worthwhile; making any sort of fatigue fade away for the first few hours. Sure, by the end of your shift you were thankful that Norman took over and you could get some sleep - but the very passionate kiss he gave you before you entered the bedroom and changed outfits made it all worth it. It was a hard job, taking on two shifts and only getting eight hours of sleep in-between. In fact, it was beginning to stress you out. However, you were too stubborn to admit it and that caused you to break your word.

You could do this. A whole week of tackling double shifts had flown by, and you'd started to feel lightheaded from time-to-time; but that wasn't important. To you, it didn't matter. You were halfway through the two weeks and your stubborn streak felt somewhat satisfied. But unfortunately the lightheadedness created sharp headaches, causing Norman to notice and fret over you like a second mother. Of course, you pretended everything was fine and just took medication - Tylenol, to be exact. Your significant other grew even more worried when you began taking more and more of said tablets, trying to twist your mindset and stop you from what you were doing.

But he couldn't. Norman was just too timid and too scared of making you mad - so he miserably watched from the sidelines whilst wondering what to do. "(Y-Y/n) s-stop...! P-Please..." He tugged on your sleeve and forced you to stop walking towards the front desk, his teal-shaded eyes staring into yours with desperation. "L-Let's s-swap shifts...j-just for the l-last few d-days..."

"H...How come...?" You stifled a yawn and threw him a fake-lively smile, passing a guest their keys while you finished checking them in. "Like you said, we only have the a few more days left before Molly comes back."

"B-Because y-you can't h-handle this a-anymore! Y-Your h-health...i-it's s-suffering..." Norman tried to point out as he finally gaining enough courage to argue.

"I still get eight hours, silly." You ignored his concern and your underlaying stress, running a hand through your hair before taking a sip of your water. "Besides, you should be sleeping right now - so you have enough energy to handle Molly-slash-your shift."

"I c-can't s-sleep-!" Norman bursted out dramatically, tears pricking at the edge of his eyes. "N-Not w-when I k-know your h-health is g-going d-down the d-drain like t-this..." A pool of guilt swirled around your gut as you bit your lip a little, hesitation fighting your obstinate attitude.

Still...you didn't want Norman to stress his body out. Yeah...this was only for a few days more. "I promised I'd be fine, didn't I?" You pushed his attention back to the previous promise and made him stiffen up, his glum expression increasing by the second.

"I plan to keep said promise." Your fierce, fighting spirit appeared once again and took control - wanting nothing more than to seem strong and look after Norman as best you could. "I also want to keep you safe and healthy - as well as myself, of course!"

You added that last part to appease him, though it didn't really seem to do much - the dark-haired male picking up on your concealed exhaustion right away. "D-Do you t-think I'm s-stupid or s-something...?" He asked tearfully, gazing at you with a heartbroken look.

"I'd never think something like that, Norman!" Your eyes widened as you answered honestly, stunned by his sudden question.

"T-Then w-why-?" Norman clenched his fist and stared at the ground with pain, hurt by the way you were acting.

"Why...? What do you—?"

"W-Why a-are you l-lying to m-me-!?" He exclaimed in slight frustration, his worry for you growing exponentially. "D-Do you e-enjoy h-hurting me l-like t-this...?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt you." You tilted your head a little and responded with remorse; your huge amount of stress rising along with the overwhelming shame you felt. "Please believe me, Norman. I love you. Really, I do."

"I...I c-can tell y-you're s-stressed. I-I can s-see it. So w-why...? W-Why won't y-you a-admit it-?" Norman coolly questioned. "W-Why w-wouldn't you a-agree to w-what I w-wanted to d-do-?"

"Because...Because..." Your voice dropped from a regretful tone to a quiet whisper, feeling too downhearted and dismal to form a proper sentence. "I just...I wanted you to not worry about the motel for once. I wanted you to not deal with additional stress."

"I'm sorry..." Your words caused Norman's eyes to widen with shock - your boyfriend not expecting an apology. "...I didn't want to stress you out and instead I made you almost sick with worry. That's not what I wanted. I just...wanted to..."

You didn't get to finish said apology; tiredness flooding through your veins and causing your knees to buckle from underneath you. This, of course, would've made your entire body fall to the ground - if Norman hadn't caught you. "(Y-Y/n)...? (Y/n-n)-! S-Speak to m-me-!" He panicked in alarm, holding you by the waist and not knowing what to do.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open; seeing a horrified Norman by your side and noticing that you were in your bed. "Wh...What happened...? How did...How did I get here...?" You faintly wondered aloud, confusion clouding your thoughts while you feebly sat up and tried to appear somewhat alright.

"(Y-Y/n)! O-Oh, I was s-so w-worried-!" Norman breathed out in relief, becoming frantic a minute later. "A-Are you h-hurt a-anywhere-!? H-How do y-you f-feel-?" His worry was strangely cute - so much so that a weak smile worked its way onto your face and made you feel a little bit better.

"Sorry to worry you...again..." You looked down at the covers, "I'm not hurt. I'm fine...really." You softly answered. "I guess I stressed my body out, that's all. Just a tad..."

"J-Just a t-tad-!?" Norman repeated in a shrill voice, obviously still anxious. "J-Just. A-A. T-Tad-?"

"All I wanted to do was—"

"N-Never e-ever do t-this a-again-!" He demanded forcefully - unlike his usual peaceful demeanour - flinging his arms around you as he dragged you into an overprotective hug. "I-I d-don't like t-to see y-you s-so s-stressed out. I-It m-makes me u-unhappy."

"I—"

"M-Mother d-doesn't l-like it-!" Norman slid into his second personality for a second or two before switching back, still fretting. "A-And n-neither do I-! Y-You u-understand m-me, (Y-Y/n)?"

"I understand." You hurriedly nodded, wanting him to calm down. "I'm sorry Norman. I won't stress myself or my body out like this again."

He relaxed and loosened his hold on you a bit; resting his head on your shoulder as his worry vanished slightly. "G-Good-!"

"I l-love you, (Y-Y/n)."
"I love you too, Norman."

Hannibal Lecter:
"See? Nothing more than a culinary book, mia agnellina."
"—whatever would make you think that I'd create any of those dishes?"

"Yo," "I'm just going to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."
"G-GU...GU..." "G-GU...YS...!"
"—YOU HAVE A CHOPPED-UP CORPSE IN THE ROOM BEHIND THE SHELF INSIDE THE BATHROOM!!"

"I didn't think I'd have to do this so soon. What a pain."
"I...I... Y-You..."
"It was their own fault, really."

"Nothing to worry about."
"But this..." "...This isn't over."
"Of course it isn't."

"—you just sit there and remain beautiful." "Nothing to worry about." "Nothing~to~worry~about."

With a terrified gasp you jolted awake, tiny beads of sweat trickling down your forehead while you tried to control your uneven breathing. A nightmare...just a nightmare. But last night...that was more than just a nightmare. That was something else. Something else entirely. The intelligent male you were currently dating was a...was a... You shook your head and sat up; running a hand through your messy hair as you slowly started to soothe your scared thoughts. You could just...keep your distance. Though, you couldn't avoid Hannibal indefinitely.

A shaky sigh slipped through your lips when you thought back to your nightmare and last night - wondering what to do. Should you confront Hannibal? Or stay away from him? Pushing the soft quilt off of your body, you slid out of your bed and stood up, silently worrying. What to do, what to do... You glanced at the clock on your bedside table and noticed the time - knowing that pretty soon, you'd have to face Hannibal. But how? When? You didn't even have a chance to answer your own troubled thoughts, due to the fact that a certain someone knocked on your bedroom door. Oh no... No, no, no...!

"(Y/n)?" Hannibal's gentle voice floated through the door, making your body freeze up. "May I come in and talk to you, please?"

You approached the door with baited breath; clasping the sides of your arms whilst you tried to come up with a reasonable response. "I uh...I don't think that's the best idea right now." You weakly replied.

"Oh? And would you care to explain why, mia cara?" He carefully probed.

"Well it's just..." You couldn't contain the tears and so they trailed down your cheeks, your body quivering ever-so-slightly. "After last night, I don't know how to feel."

"That's perfectly understandable." Hannibal agreed with you, his tone soft and surprisingly soothing. "Being afraid of what I do is just a part of the process."

"A part of the...process...?" You repeated faintly - frightened of the answer you'd receive after echoing what he'd said.

"Why, the process of becoming an ethical butcher like myself." He calmly responded; now acting straightforward.

"An 'ethical butcher' ?" You quoted in a wobbly voice, now clutching the back of your head with both hands and trying to comprehend what he was getting at. An ethical butcher? Like him? "Do you mean a...a cannibal?"

"Such a juvenile nickname." Hannibal sighed as you struggled to cling onto the small piece of composure you had left. "But you're correct. That is what I am."

"But..." Your voice then dropped to a feeble whisper, placing your hands on the door before leaning your head against it. "But why?"

"Mm...that's an interesting question." He mused, "There's no specific or special reason, but I daresay you want an actual answer. I assume one reason would be when others mess up certain things or disappoint me. And - as you already know - I'm disgusted by rudeness. Not to mention lack of manners."

His words caused a spark of courage to flicker within you, and so you opened the door; facing the dark-haired male firmly. "I can't believe you." You took a deep breath and clenched your fists, not wanting to break down or begin a fight. That wouldn't help - not one bit. "These are people, Hannibal! People with lives! With dreams! With aspirations! You can't just...just rip that away from them because you dislike the way they do things!"

Your dramatic outburst only caused a chuckle to come from the psychiatrist - obviously entertained by your view on the matter. In fact, Hannibal was so amused that he used his hands to cradle your cheeks; his thumbs delicately caressing your skin while a faint shade of scarlet spread across your face like wildfire. Despite everything that had taken place, your heart still skipped a beat at his intimate actions - your body stiffening up as butterflies fluttered around the inside of your stomach. What was he doing? Did he think this would change your mind about any of this? Perhaps it would've been better if you'd just stayed in your room...

"Oh mio fiore," Hannibal seductively murmured; speaking against your lips as he leant his head against yours, "I'm not ripping anything away. The people I'm removing from this reality are people I'm removing for a reason. Now that I think about it, I'm saving them."

"Saving them!?" You stared at him in shock, stunned by his words. "You're killing them!"

"Think about it, my sweet (Y/n)." The smart male carried on caressing your cheeks with the utmost of care, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "If they're no longer with us, they can't hurt anybody - what with their cruel words and unpleasant personalities. So with that said, I'm saving their credibility. No one will miss them, no one will care, no one will find them, and so far, no one's disliked how they've tasted." You were tremendously terrified; unable to muster up any sort of retort while your feet were glued to the ground.

Before your scared thoughts could continue controlling your mind, Hannibal lightly pressed his lips against yours; his tender touches and adoring attitude throwing you off completely. What on Earth were you supposed to do here? His charming and concerned behaviour seemed sincere... Then again, you suddenly remembered the mental institution mishap. Hannibal had told you that he'd made an agreement with the staff there - that you could live with him until you were fully healed. But if that was true, then how come you hadn't heard from the mental institution in months? How come Hannibal hadn't mentioned said agreement? Could that mean—?

"W-W-What are you doing with t-that-?"
"(Y/n), dear, you look so unwell. Allow me to help you and you'll be fixed in no time."
"N-No thank you. I'd rather not."

"-And I do trust you! But after the adrenaline shots I definitely don't want any more injections."
"I...I don't think that's it."

"Please don't do this... I-I don't know what you want."
"What I want? All I want is to help you, that's all."

No...No... That couldn't be true... Could it...? Your mind swivelled back to another set of memories, grasping Hannibal's shoulders as you slowly forced him away from you - therefore breaking the kiss. "(Y/n)?"

"Why would I stay with you? You held a knife to my throat and then sedated me!"
"What? Are you feeling alright, (Y/n)?"

"No! How could you drug me like that?"
"I haven't drugged you. Where did you get that strange idea from?"
"Last night...when you came into my room-"

"How is that possible...? You...You have to be-"
"-Lying? My, my, are you accusing me of lying to you, (Y/n)?"

"Well, no...I just-"
"Me, the only person you can trust? The only person who ever listened to you? The only friend you have? I would never lie to you."

"But then how-?"
"You must've had a nasty nightmare. It happens to the best of us, try not to overthink it."

"You...You lied to me." You confronted him in a flat voice, eyeing him with unusual anger. "You did drug me. You did come into my room that night. It wasn't a nasty nightmare. You told me that you were the only person I could trust - the only person who ever listened to me."

"Angelo mio, you have to understand—"

"Understand what? 'I would never lie to you.' That in itself was a lie, wasn't it?" You interrupted Hannibal icily, feeling very hurt. "The only friend I have...I think that's the only truthful thing you've said to me."

The dark-haired male fell silent for a split second; almost as if he was deliberating on how to deal with the situation at hand. "Oh (Y/n), you know I love you." He hummed - not seeming remorseful in the slightest.

"You have a very funny way of showing it." You shot back unhappily; your faint blush darkening when Hannibal curled his hands around yours and moved them away from his shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.

"I did what I did because I love you." He attempted to justify his actions, though to you, it only worsened the situation.

"Love me? Love me?" You tried to pull away from his hold but you couldn't, his grasp surprisingly strong. "You and I must have different versions of what love is then."

"Il mio bellissimo petalo, just think about it." Hannibal's smile still lined his lips while he shook his head - continuing to be amused by your reaction. "I saved you from suicide, did I not?"

"Well yes, but that's not the—"

"And when I heard that you were still in the West Wing instead of the East Wing, I did something about it, didn't I?"

"By drugging—"

"And didn't I rescue you from my fill-in therapist, along with rescuing you from the mental institution as a whole?"

He felt smug when he noticed your hesitation; fully aware he was one step closer to regaining your trust once more. "Yes, which I am very grateful for. But that's not what we were talking about." Your aggravation was slowly subsiding for some strange reason - though you couldn't explain why.

"I suppose not, but~" The psychiatrist paused for a moment to raise one of your hands up and kiss it, "~wouldn't it be easier to simply accept what I do, instead of suffering from all of this stress?"

"What, you want me to accept that you take away people's lives before turning them into meals?" You spoke with flushed cheeks, now flustered instead of frustrated. "That is absolutely absurd."

His smile changed to a condescending smirk - already expecting that kind of answer from you. "Amore mio, I'm afraid I have to disagree with you there. God kills, doesn't he? He does it all the time. In fact, it probably feels good to him." Your eyes widened, taken aback by his reply.

How...How could you argue against such a statement? This whole thing was stressing you out - so much so that you used your other hand to run through your hair. "You...You can't use that as an example..." You feebly retaliated, feeling your previous point of view crumble.

Was he still trying to get you to be like him? Was he right after all? What was happening here? "—And besides, you enjoyed the meat, did you not?" Hannibal's words from last night bounced around your brain, causing your hesitation to increase. The psychiatrist took note of your rising hesitation and carried on going, switching his smirk back to an innocent smile.

"Did you know he dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers in Texas last Wednesday night? And just as they were groveling through a hymn to his majesty too. Don't you think that felt good to him?" Hannibal informed you casually, releasing your other hand and instead placing his hands on your bedroom door; either side of your head. This, of course, made you even more nervous - your thoughts and beliefs scattered at the moment.

"34 people died in Texas last Wednesday...?" You timidly spoke, seeing the irony in his remark. Worshippers of God dying while singing a hymn to him? Jesus...

"It felt good to him because God has power. lf one does what God does enough times, one will become what God is. A champion. He always stays ahead." Hannibal carried on smoothly; picking up on your skittish state and knowing he was one step closer to twisting your mindset.

"I don't know..." You didn't really know what to believe anymore, stress clouding your mind while you tried to collect your thoughts.

"He also got 140 Phillipinos in one plane crash last year." Hannibal brought up, "And remember that earthquake in Italy last spring?" All the examples he was pointing out began to make sense to you as you fearfully bit your lip, mulling it all over.

"You do believe me, don't you?" The dark-haired male cradled your face a second time; a sympathetic expression spreading across his facial features. "After all, I only want what's best for you, my dearest (Y/n)."

"What's...best for me...?" You looked at him in bewilderment, tiny tears of tiredness pricking at the edge of your eyes.

"Of course, mia cara, so there's no need for tears." Once Hannibal had kindly wiped your tears away with his thumbs, you lost all of your composure and flung your arms around him; burying your face into the crook of his neck whilst you finally came to a conclusion.

"I...I'm still not sure how to feel about this..." You whispered, feeling comforted when your significant other wrapped his arms around your body and allowed you to snuggle into him tightly. "But...But I guess...I guess I could give this whole 'ethical butcher' thing a chance..."

"Please don't fret to this degree, (Y/n). You'll start to enjoy being like me soon enough. These things take time, that's all. So just focus on calming down and regaining your composure, my beloved."

"I...Well, I... Alright."

"Ti amo."
"I...I love you too."

[EXTRA NOTE: I'll make a poll tomorrow instead of now on what scenario I should do next. I'm a bit...worn out from tonight/early morning...? LOL, have a good one!❤️]