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

Your glanced up and froze when you saw a certain psychiatrist leaning again the living room's doorframe. Hannibal. "Do you happen to know what other mental disorders Norman may have, by any chance?"

"I do indeed," Hannibal paused for a moment, "But let's discuss this subject somewhere else." He casually decided, waiting for you to walk over to him.

You nodded and retracted your arm from Norman's shoulders, getting to your feet as you complied. But you couldn't make it all the way over to Hannibal, due to the fact that Norman clutched your wrist with both hands and tried to pull you back - crying. "D-DON'T L-LEAVE ME!" He shrieked, clinging to you with desperation. "D-DON'T L-LEAVE ME! PLEASE D-DON'T L-LEAVE ME-!"

Sympathy spread across your face while you turned to face him, seeing his panicked expression and tear-filled eyes. "Norman...I—" Before you could reply properly, Michael stepped in and grabbed Norman's shoulder, forcing him to release you.

"N-No! N-No!" The dark-haired teen cried out, "N-NO-!" He tried to tug his shoulder out of Michael's grasp, but the quiet male had an iron-like grip - preventing Norman from clinging to you like a child.

"He'll be fine, sweets." Freddy brushed off what'd just gone down dismissively, "He's nothing but a screwed-up kid anyway."

You shook your head sternly. "No. He's not. It's not his fault that he's got disorders he can't control." You responded firmly, taking a step towards the crying boy and wrapping your arms around him in a comforting hug.

"Oh for fucks sake, I'm done with this bullshit." The dream demon spat before storming out; frustrated and furious with the way you were acting.

Norman calmed down a little bit, his sobs dying down as he clung to you. "Please don't leave." He begged anxiously, "Please don't leave me, (Y-Y/n)." His distressed pleads caused you to feel bad for the teen, rubbing his back with one hand and letting him rest his head on your shoulder.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to." You told Norman soothingly, "I'm not going to leave. All I'm going to do is have a little chat with Hannibal. So don't worry, alright?"

"W-Why can't you chat here-?" His hold on you tightened, clearly not wanting you to leave his side. After all, you were the only person who actually accepted him. 

"Because it's an important matter, Norman." Hannibal calmly interjected, "A private discussion if you will."

"I'll be right back." You promised Norman, squeezing him softly before stopping the hug and standing up. This time he didn't try and cling to you, only gazing at you with a disappointed look in his eyes.

"Let's talk in my office." Hannibal suggested smoothly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you out of the room. "It should be a lot less chaotic in there, wouldn't you agree?"

"I guess..." You timidly trailed off, not knowing what to say or how to act around him.

"Though I must apologise on behalf of Norman, for his...erratic behaviour. He usually does a much better job of handling his disorders. I wonder what set him off..." Hannibal mused while you two entered his office, the intelligent male curious as to what it was about you. Jason... Michael... Freddy... And now Norman. They all seemed obsessed when it came to you. But why? It was something he couldn't make heads or tails of.

"I'm not sure what set him off. We were just talking, but then he suddenly leapt at me and began strangling my throat." You explained as well as you could, sitting down as Hannibal took the seat behind the desk. "I don't blame him of course. I know he has serious mental problems, but I just don't see the reason behind the sudden attack."

"Ah, I see." Hannibal leaned on his hands and spoke professionally, "Did the two of you speak about anything in particular?" He inquired, wondering what you'd both talked about. He wouldn't want Norman to have spilled his secret hobby - and for you to learn the truth about what he did and believed in.

"Well, I asked him what reasons you guys had for acting the way you all do." You answered truthfully, "But when he talked about his reason, he switched into...I guess you could call it a second personality...? He seems to think his mother is continuously telling him what to do."

"Yes, Norman does indeed believe that his mother - Norma - is alive and taking control of him constantly." Hannibal nodded, "From my perspective, he's got a large amount of problems. I, personally, diagnosed Norman with Schizophrenia, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Schizophrenia, DID, OCD, and PTSD..." You echoed in surprise, "That really is a large amount of problems. Does he interact with people much?"

"We try and keep his interaction with people to a bare minimum. As you can see, he's not very stable." He pointed out; slightly intrigued by how much you seemed to care. You almost got strangled to death, yet you still cared about the teenager's mental health and how he felt. Strange but...interesting.

"But perhaps the reason he's so clingy and emotional is because he doesn't have proper interaction with people." Your empathetic way of thinking made the smart male release a soft laugh - clearly amused.

"You really do enjoy seeing the best in people, don't you (Y/n)?" Hannibal lightly remarked, shaking his head playfully as he held back another chuckle.

"All I'm saying is, Norman's probably just lonely." You disagreed with what he was doing, frowning a little. '—keep his interaction with people to a bare minimum.' That just didn't seem right...or very fair.

"Maybe so, but still," Hannibal leant back in his chair and folded his arms, flashing you a sweetened smile. "I prefer taking certain precautions, rather than him randomly hurting people. I also wouldn't want you and your pretty face to get attacked again." The last part of his response caused your cheeks to change to a crimson colour, not expecting him to discreetly compliment you like that whilst he spoke.

"Well, I don't mind what happened earlier. I know Norman didn't mean it—" All of a sudden you got yanked out of your chair, Michael pulling you to your feet by your wrist and also making you jump. "Michael? Jeez, you really startled me...!" You sighed and placed your other hand on your heart.

Hannibal stood up too and placed both of his hands down on the desk, closing his eyes for a split second before glaring at the stalker with a hint of hostility. "You don't have to haul her up so abruptly. And interrupting (Y/n) and I's conversation like that is unbelievably rude. Honestly, how uncivil." He shook his head again - this time irritated by the stalker's behaviour.

Michael didn't retaliate at all, merely shrugging and tugging you into his chest from behind; the intimate hug making your cheeks flush even more. "How come you decided to come in here, Michael? Everything okay?" You questioned in concern, looking up at him and his pale-face.

The stalker nodded and shook his head, tightening his hold on you as he shot Hannibal a smug stare. "I'm not really sure what to get from that..." You mumbled, bewildered by Michael and his actions.

"Don't take any notice of him, (Y/n)." Hannibal moved around his desk, standing directly in front of you and Michael. "Why don't we just carry on with our conversation and continue discussing the matter at hand?" You thought about it for a few seconds, but then gently shook your head - having another plan in mind.

"No thanks," You shot him a soft smile while you freed yourself from Michael's firm hug, "I think I'm going to check on Norman. I did say I'd be right back. So—"

"Seeing you could possibly set off another one of his breakdowns." Hannibal tried to stop you from going back, "It might worsen his condition and place you in a perilous situation."

You hesitated for a moment, debating on whether or not to change your mind. Then again... You faintly shook your head again. "I know I might not be entirely safe. But I think he just needs some social interaction and someone to connect with." Once you'd said that, you left the office and went back downstairs - intending on talking to Norman.