"Will you tell me?" You nervously asked, waiting for him to answer...or at least say something to you in return. After a minute or two, you tried asking a different question. "Or do you just not want to tell me?"

Freddy answered instead, his voice vicious and filled with hate. "Myers doesn't talk. So the freak won't answer you." He sharply spoke, glaring straight ahead at the opposite male.

"You don't talk...?" You tilted your head a little towards Michael - who dipped his head down as a nod and answered you that way. "That's okay, it's not like I'm going to force you to. I don't think I could, anyway."

"Why in the hell would you even want to hear his bitch ass—"

"—And you." You cut Freddy off and looked towards him with a curious expression. "What did you even mean, 'considering we live in the same place' ? I thought you lived in the dream world." You wondered - puzzled by the dream demon's remark from earlier.

"I do...mostly. But I like to pop in and out of reality too." He told you with a cold tone of voice, "Unfortunately, I have to live in the same place as this fucking freak, because I don't want to be seen killing in the real world as well."

"You don't want to be seen killing in the real world...? Why not?" Your curiosity rose while you grew more and more confused by his reply.

"Why? Because it'll be harder to if people constantly spot me." Freddy paused for a moment, "Besides, killing in reality is Michael, Hannibal, and Jason's territory - not mine."

You stared at him in surprise; not expecting the dream demon to mention Hannibal's name. And who was Jason anyway...? "Hannibal's not a killer, he's a psychiatrist...and who's Jason?" You asked him in bewilderment.

"Hannibal's still got you wrapped around his little finger, I see." He shook his head darkly and moved to your side, gripping your wrist as he carried on glaring at Michael. "And Jason? Voorhees is a freak as well, just like Myers."

Michael hated being insulted a second time, and so he brandished his knife again; aggravated by the dream demon whilst he held it threateningly. "Oh ho~ho~! You think you can take me on again, Myers?" Freddy viciously cooed, raising his knifed hand and preparing to take the stalker on.

The white-masked male moved forwards and snatched your other wrist, clearly liking you more than the burnt killer. "U-Um, wait...hold on-!" You stuttered from shock, stunned by the stalker's actions and not knowing what to do.

"Don't touch her, you pale-faced fuck." Freddy growled and yanked you back in his direction, disliking Michael's behaviour. "She belongs to ME, bitch." Both males tugged on your wrists, so you stumbled back and forth slightly - feeling intimidated by the two.

"No-I-Don't-!" You spoke up for yourself, pulling both of your wrists out of their grasps and deciding to put a stop to this argument. "I don't belong to anyone! And I don't want this fight to continue! So just stop!"

"Do you REALLY want to defend someone who JUST tried to kill you? Are you fucking KIDDING me, (Y/n)?" The dream demon looked towards you in complete disbelief, unable to understand your mindset.

"He's not trying to attack me now." You feebly stood up for the stalker, "And if I recall, you tried to kill me as well. So don't act like you're superior to him." Freddy just released an incredulous laugh, finding your argument to be surprisingly funny.

Michael on the other hand appreciated your sudden support; slinging his arm around your waist and hauling you to his side, until you were right next to him. "W-What are you doing-?" You stammered in embarrassment - glancing up at the mute male with wide, innocent eyes.

Freddy bitterly laughed again, obviously amused by Michael's thoughts. "Oh that's sweet," He sneered at him, "You like her. How cute." After he said that, he tugged you back towards him - glaring at the other male with the utmost of absolute dislike.

"W-Wait what-?" You were so anxious about being in the middle of them both, that you didn't realise someone else approaching.

"This is unexpected. I assumed you'd be back in the dream world, haunting children in Springwood." A certain psychiatrist spoke before turning to the stalker, "—And as for you, I was under the impression you'd still be searching for Laurie, instead of hanging around here."

"Well, well, well." The burnt male smirked, "I'm surprised to see you here, Hannibal. Could it be you like (Y/n) as well as Myers~?" He messed around as he pulled you further behind him.

"Why don't you just let poor (Y/n) return home, rather than causing unnecessary chaos?" The dark-haired male ignored Freddy's fooling around while he took a step closer, noticing your anxiety and attempting to help you out.

"Why don't you ask the freak that?" The dream demon retorted, "Seeing as he's the one that doesn't want to fucking leave her alone."

"You don't seem like you want to leave her alone either, Krueger." Hannibal pointed out - raising an eyebrow.

Freddy snorted and moved to the side, obviously irritated by the other male's remark. "Oh give me a break, I couldn't care less about this bitch." He rolled his eyes and glared at him with annoyance.

Hannibal simply cleared his throat. "Well then," He said smoothly, "If you don't care about (Y/n), then you should leave."

"What, so you can twist her around your little finger some more?" Freddy narrowed his eyes whilst he carried on glaring. "I can see right through you, you bastard."

"How vulgar." Hannibal wrinkled his nose at him, sounding and looking disgusted by the dream demon's words. "The words you use are absolutely repulsive. And besides, the only things you seem to see are teenagers' nightmares." He added in an arrogant tone, acting superior.

You had no clue what was happening and so you clutched your arms, your (e/c) eyes glittering with complete confusion as they flickered from male to male. "Wait, what's going on? Why do the two of you want me?" You questioned. "You hardly know me!"

"Take no notice of them, (Y/n)." Hannibal softened his voice and spoke to you in a soothing manner - not wanting you to be swayed by either slasher. "Fred Krueger is nothing more than a creep and Michael Myers is simply searching for his sister, whilst avoiding the authorities at the same time."

"DON'T call me by that name, you stuck-up snob." Freddy snarled at the psychiatrist, striding towards him with his gloved hand outstretched and his other hand curled into a clenched fist.

Before he could slash at Hannibal however, you engulfed the dark-haired male in a hug and took the hit for him, pain hitting the back of your shoulder and causing you to release a cry. "(Y/n), are you quite alright?" He placed both hands on your waist and made sure you didn't stumble or fall to your knees.

"I-I'm fine. I just didn't want you to get hurt, that's all." You weakly told Hannibal.

"What the FUCK is your problem with defending morons and getting in the way?" Freddy raised his voice and snapped at you from frustration. "STOP getting in my way, and stop getting in my way NOW."

"No!" You argued, turning to face Freddy as you tried your best to stop looking intimidated.

"Benevolent as that was, you really shouldn't have taken that hit for me." Hannibal disagreed with your actions and decided to wrap his right arm around your waist - supporting you completely.

"I couldn't just let him hit you." You looked up at him with scared eyes, "He was trying to kill you! Did you expect me to just sit there!?"

"Still," Hannibal shook his head, "—That was a gutsy move back there. You're going to have to have that slash checked out at the hospital. Please, allow me to escort you." He spoke his words in a gentle voice, the dream demon releasing a fierce growl.

"This ISN'T over, you disgusting cannibal." Freddy flashed Hannibal one more malicious look before vanishing into thin air, his attitude cold and callous.

"Cannibal...?" You repeated uneasily, turning your attention to the dark-haired male and growing a little afraid by Freddy's accusations.

Hannibal shook his head at the dream demon's words and raised an eyebrow, not surprised. "Must he always behave in such a manner? How crude."

"So (Y/n), will you let me take you to the hospital?" Hannibal switched the subject seriously, turning to face you. "Because that slash really does need looking at."

You quickly swallowed and tried to calm yourself down...but that was difficult - considering there was a stalker ahead of you, a possible cannibal beside you, and you were also injured. "U-Um, sure." You nodded and allowed yourself to be guided away from Michael, your shoulder/back really stinging.

"Michael, why don't you go back to searching for Laurie, and leave (Y/n) alone?" Hannibal turned back around and addressed the stalker one last time before helping you walk in the direction of the hospital. Taking a deep breath, you stayed silent and just hoped your shoulder wound would be looked at sooner rather than later.