"Freddy! Do something!" After he kissed your neck lustfully, you spun around and faced him in alarm- praying that somebody would put a stop to this. "This is serious!"

"How so? This happens from time to time, it's no big deal." The dream demon grinned, "In fact, I'm curious to see who will win this time around."

"I-It's rare to see H-Hannibal fight though." Norman quietly piped up, "He usually doesn't join in like this."

Your alarm intensified when Hannibal kneed Michael between the legs and rolled both of them over - the psychiatrist now being atop the other killer. Though, instead of trying to slit the stalker's throat, Hannibal went straight for the heart; acting completely psychopathic. "No big deal? No big deal!?" Your voice rose to a slight shout as you kept panicking, "Are you kidding me right now!?"

"F-Freddy." Norman turned his attention to the arrogant male while he waited for a response - Freddy deciding to comply and shooting the shy teen a nod.

"C'mon doll-face, let's just leave those two idiots to it and head inside." Freddy curled his arm around your shoulders and guided you into the hallway, following what Norman had silently asked him to do.

"But Michael and Hannibal—!"

"We've all picked a fight with one another before, sweets. So chill out already." He cut you off casually, not caring about the other two slashers at all.

"Stop acting so...so carefree!" You freed yourself from his grasp and snapped at him, "They're both injured! And it's just going to get worse!" Glancing back at the front door, you saw Norman simply watching - not doing anything to interrupt the fighting.

"What even started this petty fight in the first place, princess?" Freddy curiously asked, grasping your wrist before leading you into the living room and sitting down besides you. "Hannibal doesn't usually join in with fights, and I don't think I've ever seen him go against the stalker."

"U-Um..." You were hesitant on telling Freddy that Michael had kissed you a mere moment ago, so you just avoided eye contact.

Being too impatient to wait for a reply, he delved into your thoughts to figure it out; fuming once he figured out what happened. "He KISSED you?!" You flinched at the furious tone of his voice, shutting your eyes for a split second as he snatched up your wrists.

"It...It was only for a minute." You tried to calm him down, but it only seemed to rile him up further. "It's no big deal."

The dream demon let out a disbelieving laugh, too angry to even think straight. "He kissed you and you just...you just LET it happen!?" He hissed, "You'd better have a good excuse for this, sweets."

"I didn't know he was going to!" You bursted out nervously, "It was all so sudden, I had no idea he would—" You stopped and squeaked - Freddy forcing you to lie down on the sofa instead of sitting up.

"What are you...What are you doing...?" The colour of your cheeks changed to crimson, your eyes widening at his abrupt actions.

"I think I deserve some sort of apology, don't you?" Freddy psychotically purred out, his glowing green eyes and chapped lips inches away from your face. "What's it called again? Compensation?"

"What? Why?" You yelped out, "It's not my fault he acted the way he did!"

"I guess you're just going to have to pay for his actions, now aren't you~?" He spoke in a sickly-sweet voice, his knifed glove caressing the left side of your face and leaving the occasional cut.

"S-Stop it Freddy-!" Norman demanded as he entered the room, annoyed when he saw you sprawled across the sofa with Freddy on top of your body. "Y-You can't just hold (Y/n) d-down like that."

"What, you jealous Momma's boy?" The male on top of you jeered, both of you looking at the teen by this point.

"O-Of course not-!" Norman's stuttering increased whilst he flushed and glared straight at Freddy, clenching his fists.

"Why are you interrupting then? Weren't you watching the fight?" Freddy taunted in a superior tone, smirking.

"F-For your information, they've stopped." Norman coolly responded.

"Who won then, fuck-face? Is one of them actually dead?" The burnt male questioned in amusement, releasing your wrists and leaning back.

"T-They're still alive." The teen's glare intensified while he began to twitch a bit. "Now get off of (Y/n)-!"

"I don't have to do shit. I don't take orders from stuttering little boys." Freddy mocked maliciously, already knowing what was about to happen.

You sat up and saw Norman's twitching; worried about his mental condition. "Norman? Norman, calm down." Standing up, you held one of your hands out in his direction - not knowing if you could even stop him.

But no, you couldn't stop him - Norman pulling out a knife of his own and charging towards the two of you. Did they all carry weapons...? Freddy - thinking fast - yanked you behind him and defended himself with his gloved hand, his smirk returning. "I...I can't take this anymore! I c-can't, I c-can't, I CAN'T!" Norman yelled out, repeatedly trying to attack Freddy with rage-filled eyes.

"What can't you take? What...What's wrong?" You asked anxiously, peeking around the dream demon and wanting to soothe Norman somehow. How could you do that though?

"T-Trying to keep (Y/n) all to yourself t-the way you do." Norman crazily shouted, "I-It's just not...I-It's just not FAIR-!" He was jealous - incredibly jealous - you realising that far too late. 

They started to fight - just the way Hannibal and Michael had done - and you clutched at your head, biting your lip and trembling a little. After Norman had missed Freddy about a dozen times, he actually managed to stab him in the chest; causing the dream demon to swear and shove the teen away. Freddy's fury intensified as he grabbed Norman by the neck and scraped his blades down his arm, the dark-haired boy gritting his teeth and withholding a cry of pain. You opened your mouth to beg them to stop, though you couldn't get any words out. Norman got another stab in - Freddy's side this time - and rubbed his neck quickly; not giving up.

Eventually, you snapped. "I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!!" You screamed in frustration, making both males stop and look at you.

"I...I'm leaving...!" You decided in the spur of the moment, storming out of the room and heading towards the front door - your eyes glittering with tears.

"(Y/n)? I didn't think you'd be leaving so suddenly." Hannibal was standing in the hallway - Michael nowhere to be seen.

"(Y/n)! W-Wait-!" Norman cried in distress, following you into the hallway.

"No, Norman! No!" You shot back, trying not to have a complete mental breakdown. "I'm not staying any longer right now!"

Hannibal touched your shoulder and stopped you, concern radiating in his eyes while he tried to soothe your stressed-out state down. "Please don't leave in such a disturbed mindset. Whatever happened, I'm sure we can clear it up and fix this." However, his calming words didn't have any effect on you - tears continuing to streak down your face.

"I...I..." You couldn't think straight, your body acting on its own as you shook your head, "No, I have to be alone right now. I'm sorry." Once you'd said that, you broke free of Hannibal's hold and brushed past him; walking out the door before running away from the house as quick as you possibly could.

Hannibal stared after you, irritated at the others for making you feel so het-up. Then, he shut the front door and turned around - facing the two slashers with a stern expression. "What did you two do?" He questioned in a firm voice, folding his arms.

"F-Freddy started it-!" Norman answered hatefully, placing the blame on the dream demon immediately.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Freddy half-laughed and half-glared at Norman, "It was you, you absolute, fucking moron."

"Y-You were the one pinning her down-!"

"Bitch, you were the one who tried to attack her! For the SECOND time."

"M-Mother was going for Y-YOU-!"

"One, your mother is fucking DEAD, and two, if you hadn't started the stupid fight in the first fucking place, then she wouldn't have fucking freaked out!"

"Both of you stop." Hannibal silenced the argument and cleared his throat, knowing exactly how to resolve this. "We can clear things up with (Y/n). She's just...a little confused at the current time. All she needs is a little bit of persuasion."