"Are you for real? Would YOU calm down after all of this?"
"It's not like any of us are going to kill you...not at the moment, anyway."
"Just answer more of my questions already!"

"More of your questions? Like what?" Freddy could've easily delved into your thoughts and figured out what you wanted to know, but the truth of the matter was that he really couldn't be bothered. To him, talking about the other killers was trivial.

Hmm...
What about this Jason guy? You say he's a child-minded baby, but he seems just as dangerous as you, Michael and Hannibal.

"What, hockey puck? Don't make me fucking laugh." The dream demon sneered, obviously disliking the question. "Dangerous, my ass! All he can do is swing that stupid machete around and listen to his dead mother like a machine. Honestly, you have nothing to worry about when he's around." He answered with annoyance - sounding like he had some sort of grudge against the guy.

"Sounds like you really hate him." You dryly remarked, removing his left hand from your face and folding your arms. "You didn't seem this resentful when it came to the other killers. Michael...Hannibal...Norman... But when it comes to Jason, you never stop slighting him. What's the deal there?" Your curiosity bubbled to the surface once again, the burnt male's expression twisting into a more...malicious one. Maybe you shouldn't have asked? But it was just so strange...

"Hate him? Hate him?" Freddy repeated darkly, his knifed glove scraping against the metal pipes beside you two. The screeching sound made you flinch - not expecting him to react so viciously. "This goes way beyond hate, princess~" He chuckled; his eyes glinting with craziness.

"Then how come—?"

"Back in the day, Voorhees started to steal my kills," He growled and glared straight ahead - his voice brimming with venom, "He just wouldn't stop, because he's a stupid little mama's boy."

The killer's unstable and occasional twitching was a bit unsettling, so you took a step back before you spoke to him again. "...Okay then..." You continued awkwardly, "Is there anything else I need to know about these guys? Like how they act, or—"

You couldn't even finish; Freddy's left hand curling around your hand and gripping it with immense intensity. His teeth were gritted, the colour of his eyes were flickering between a dark emerald and a raging ruby - but the way he was standing...it wasn't like his usual posture at all. His usual posture was arrogant...smug...though this...this was different. He was rigid, overflowing with rage as he yanked you closer to him - clearly infuriated by something. What had set him off, anyway? Had your questions hit too close to home or something? Did he dislike the other slashers that much? No, that couldn't be it.

"Now you listen to me, sweets," Freddy ordered in a threatening tone, "And you listen carefully. You fucking understand me?"

"Um...yeah...?" You hesitantly dipped your head as a nod and then tilted it; a bit confused by his random rage. "Was that question too personal or something...?"

"Too personal?" He laughed again; his laugh sounding deranged and slightly demented. "No, it wasn't too personal."

"In that case, why are you acting so—"

"Because you're MINE." Freddy hissed selfishly, "And I don't WANT you interacting with the others anymore. You're not even allowed to go NEAR them." His possessive personality started to crawl through the cracks of his narcissistic nature - causing you to become creeped out.

"But I thought you said you were taking me to meet Norman tomorrow...?" You tried to uneasily remind him, "Y'know, so he can back you up about the others and their antics?"

The male in front of you simply smirked and shook his head; tremendously amused by what you'd just said. "(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)~" He purred psychotically, "What made you think I'd keep my word~?"

You took a deep breath and stared him down - thinking. What had made you think he would? You knew what he was. You knew he was a dangerous dream demon. And you knew he was a sadistic serial killer. Yet...you still went along with it. Why? Why had you?

"What made me?" You spoke so softly that even Freddy struggled to hear, his smirk still lingering a little bit. "Because...You all...You all intrigue me. I know you've all...hurt people, and I know you're all...unstable, but I...I just want to see why you five act the way you do." You paused for a moment, giving him time to process what you'd said before carrying on. "Maybe I'm out of my mind, maybe it's because I'm studying psychology, or maybe it's because I'm overly-trusting. But I guess that's what made me." You finished, flashing Freddy a gentle smile and throwing him off entirely.

Maybe he'd go back to believing you were naïve, and maybe he still wouldn't keep his word - but that didn't matter. Not to you. Not anymore. Your life beforehand was pretty mundane. So perhaps...perhaps this would be how it would change. Freddy, on the other hand, was taken aback by your way of thinking. He'd never seen anything like it. What the hell was wrong with you? The first time he'd met you, you welcomed death with open arms - quite literally - and even accepted becoming his. But why...why did he get so possessive over you? The killer couldn't figure it out.

"You...You are somethin' else." He told you roughly, releasing your wrist and regaining some of his usual composure. "You want to see why we act the way we do?"

"Well...Well yeah, I—"

"Don't be so stupid. Our reasons are different from one another's and that's that." The dream demon said sharply, "It's not important, and you're going to fucking drop it. Now." It almost seemed like he didn't want you to even know the others, let alone learn more about them.

Clenching your fists, you shook your head this time and attempted to act stern. "I'm not being stupid. And while it may not be important to you, it's important to me. So no, I won't drop it." You assertively argued, "Who cares if your reasons are different? That doesn't mean I'm going to just give up. If you want me to willingly continue this strange condition of yours, then—"

"Then what?" Freddy cut you off and grinned, "I mean I already know, but humour me anyway, sweetie-kins~"

"Take me to see this Norman guy." You ignored his taunting tone and talked fiercely, not giving up on what you wanted. "I don't care if you like the others or not, the only thing I'd like is if you'd kept your word. If we're...together, then we should both keep our word on things, don't you agree?" Your words made him chuckle again; the killer musing over whether or not to take you. Norman was pretty harmless after all. And if he happened to...switch personality, he himself could always step in.

It's not like Norman was going to take you away from him or anything - and if he tried, Freddy could always make him regret it. So, he made up his mind to just humour you. "Hmm, I suppose I can give way this time." The dream demon decided deviously, making you roll your eyes and hold back a sharp-tongued retort.

"So you'll take me? With no more moaning?" You questioned scathingly, raising your eyebrows as you awaited his response.

"Moaning?" He vanished and reappeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your collarbone as he pulled you into his chest. "Better watch what you say doll-face, or I might go back on my word~"

"Well what would you call it?" You tried to turn around and face Freddy properly, but all he did was tighten his grasp on you and caress your skin with his claws.

"Making sure my girl doesn't mingle with the wrong kind." He slighted Norman - and possibly the others - with underlaying hostility.

Wrong kind...? "Whatever. Swear you'll take me tomorrow?" You wanted to double-check; seeing as he could - and would - break his promises at the drop of a hat and without a care in the world.

"I swear."
"Cross your heart?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Stick a needle in your eye?"
"I can stick a needle in my eye right now if you want me to~"
"Th-That's not necessary-!"