"B-Both of y-you, s-stop it-!" A new voice called out nervously - causing you to turn your head and see a dark-haired, teal-eyed teen. He was wearing a light-blue shirt with a collar and denim trousers, his expression anxious.

"Fuck OFF, bitch boy. This has absolutely NOTHING to do with you." Freddy snarled at him, swiping at Michael a second time and getting engrossed in the fight. "And you, just fucking DIE already!"

"W-We should head inside." The shy boy suggested, softly taking your hand and taking a step towards the house.

"Right..." You agreed and let him guide you away from the two fighting males.

"S-Sorry about them," The teen apologised on their behalf, looking embarrassed while he took you inside. "T-This happens all the t-time..."

"Oh...I see..." You tried to stop being so tense and instead decided to interact with the male next to you, "Are you Norman by any chance?" Your question made him stop and stare at you with surprise - stunned that you knew him.

"Y-You know who I-I am-?" Norman asked in shock, his eyes widening as you two stood in the hallway. "I-Is there something y-you need f-from me-?" He fearfully asked, praying he wasn't in trouble or anything. 

"Well, kind of..." You flashed a light smile and squeezed his hand - trying to calm him down. "Freddy said you could back him up about the others and their...antics." You told him hesitantly, letting Norman lead you into the living room and hoping he could help.

"T-The others...? L-Like Jason, M-Michael and H-Hannibal?" Norman shyly spoke, his stuttering not bothering you in the slightest. In fact, it was sort of sweet.

"Mmhm." You gently nodded; both of you sitting down on the sofa and striking up a conversation. "I'm not going to force you though - you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I mean, I wanted to meet you regardless of my questions."

"Y-You did-? R-Really-?" His stammers increased a little due to his bashfulness, a faint blush colouring his cheeks.

"Yep! I mean, it's not really fair if I meet Freddy, Jason, and the rest of your housemates without meeting you as well, now is it?" You warmly replied, the atmosphere between you two being very light-hearted.

This was definitely a change from a few minutes ago. "I...I guess you're right." Norman gave a quiet laugh, "S-Still...I-I'm flattered t-though."

"Oh!" You exclaimed suddenly, "I completely forgot! My name's (Y/n)."

"W-What a pretty name." He shot you a timid smile, "I-It's nice to meet y-you."

"Likewise." You pleasantly responded, growing confused with every second that passed. This was the teenage boy who could slaughter people without a care...?

"S-So what do you want to know-?" Norman wondered, "A-About t-the others I-I mean-!" He quickly added, flustered.

"Hmm, well..." You stopped speaking for a second - uncertain about what to bring up first. "I heard from Freddy that you all...hurt other people, and act the way you do because of different reasons. Am I allowed to know what those reasons are?"

The dark-haired teen tensed up; scared of how to respond to you. "W-Well...I guess my reason is because I...I don't have much of a choice..." He stared at the floor - clearly ashamed of his previous actions and the way he continuously acted.

"You...You don't...?" You curiously repeated.

Norman shook his head sorrowfully, unable to look at you properly whilst he struggled to stay himself. "N-No..." He released a sigh, "M-My mother, she...she doesn't like me mingling with girls...o-or any bad people..."

"So - correct me if I'm wrong - she tells you to hurt people...because sometimes she doesn't like certain people you interact with...?" You tried to piece his reason together while your thoughts bubbled with bemusement.

"Y-Yeah. I-I know she just wants to p-protect me...b-but after all—" Norman paused for a moment, looking up from the floor and eyeing you with an unsettling smile. "D-Doesn't Mother k-know best-?"

You couldn't even respond to him, the teen seizing your shoulders and shoving you onto the floor; his hands moving and curling around your throat. Was he...Was he trying to strangle you? "N-Norman! N-Norman s-stop!" You coughed out weakly, clawing at his hands with your fingers and trying to free yourself.

Your body was slowly losing oxygen, so you tried another tactic instead. "M...Michael...! F...Freddy...! H...Help...Help me...!" You choked as loud as you could possibly manage, your vision blurring.

In a flash, Freddy appeared out of thin air and grabbed Norman's throat, incredibly angry at what had been going on during his fight with Michael. He knew you and Norman had started to talk about the killers, but he didn't expect the teen to lose control so easily. But deep down, part of him knew this would happen. Norman's second personality - his 'Mother' - took out any girl her son enjoyed spending time with. Stupid little brat, trying to take out his girl. And after reading Norman's thoughts, he grew even more enraged. He knew it. He fucking knew it. Norman liked you too.

Michael entered the living room and stopped Freddy from not only strangling the teen, but slashing Norman to death too. The silent male tugged the dream demon backwards - Norman falling to his knees and clutching at his head with both hands. You took steady breaths and regained some of your composure, wanting to comprehend what just went down. The shy and timid boy you'd met and conversed with a couple of minutes ago...attempted to strangle you to death. You weakly sat up and rubbed at your throat; Freddy shooting a furious glare at Norman before moving over to you and bending down, checking that you were alright.

"God fucking dammit," He growled out possessively, "This is exactly why I didn't want you to meet this psychopathic, pathetic, little bitch." Freddy was about to scoop you up bridal-style - presumably to get you out of there - but you shook your head, determined to see how Norman was.

"—I...I don't have much of a choice..."
"You...You don't...?"
"N-No..."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Freddy snarled at you once you'd wriggled out of his arms and stood up - feeling wobbly. "You can't possibly be serious. He just tried to KILL you!" He snapped.

"Norman? Are you...Are you okay...?" You knelt down next to the now-crying teen, your empathy sparking up when you saw how upset he was. He didn't even have any control over his mental problem. It wasn't his fault.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry!" Norman wept - gripping either side of his head as he hid his face in-between his knees. "Why Mother? W-Why-!?"

Michael placed his hand on your shoulder and tried to pull you back; but you removed his hold on you and wrapped your arm around the troubled teen, surprising everyone in the room. "I know you are, Norman. I've studied this. But this personality you've created, it isn't real." You spoke Norman soothingly, ignoring your fear for now. And if anything else were to happen, Michael and Freddy would surely step in to help and save you again.

"N-No-!" Norman shrieked out, "T-That's NOT true-! Mother always protects m-me-!" His attitude was wild and defensive, yet he still leaned into your side.

"Oh please, don't even start with that bullshit, your mother is d—"

"Don't." You cut Freddy off in a steely voice, "This is serious. If not to you, then to me."

The dream demon crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, bored by this point. Why should Norman receive this much attention from you? And after trying to choke you to death too! How soft-hearted and empathetic can one person possibly be? Freddy's gaze flickered over to Michael, curious as to what he thought of all this. The stalker was watching intently, his chocolate-coloured orbs staring at the serious scene in front of him and waiting to see how you handled this particular problem. Sure, he too was also annoyed at how Norman was taking up all of your attention, but he didn't show his emotions like Freddy did.

"Hmm...I think he has Dissociative Identity Disorder and Schizophrenia." You informed the other two males - wondering how to deal with such severe mental disorders.

"And I think you are one hundred percent correct, my dear (Y/n)."