"Why, so you can stay with us, my sweet (Y/n)~"

You were frozen to the spot; both because of the sudden kiss and what he'd just said. "S-Stay...Stay with you guys...!?" You stammered out in surprise, staring at Hannibal with the utmost of bewilderment.

"If I wasn't holding her, you'd be fucking dead for that kiss, you bastard." Freddy threatened him darkly, glaring at said psychiatrist with obvious hate.

"Must you always be so vulgar?" Hannibal shook his head and ignored the threat completely, not caring about it in the slightest.

"(Y/n)!" Your mother could hardly speak due to Michael's hold on her, but she still tried her best. "Don't do it darling...!"

"So (Y/n)," The psychiatrist turned his attention back to you and continued the sweet smile, "Will you accept our agreement? Or would you prefer to deal with the consequences instead?" His voice was still pleasant, but you could hear the underlaying threat trickling through his tone.

"Deal with the...consequences...?" You frowned in confusion, not understanding. "So what, you want me to move in with you all? Why would I do that? Why would I accept?"

"Michael, if you would." Hannibal turned to the mute male and he gave a curt nod in return; Michael tightening his hold on your mother's throat and using his kitchen knife to slowly scrape across the side of her neck.

"No! Stop it! What the hell are you doing!?" You cried out in horror, trying to wriggle out and help her once more.

Though you stiffened up when Freddy inhaled your scent from the bottom of your neck all the way to the top, clearly trying to unsettle you. "Your squirming really is arousing, you know that~?" He seductively purred, the arm he had around your waist tugging you slightly closer to his chest.

"This...This is madness...!" You yelled out, tears dripping from the edges of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks.

"Oh, my dear, sweet (Y/n), this isn't madness." Hannibal released a light chuckle, "This is blackmail. Madness is a state of chaos and disorder, whereas blackmail is merely manipulation."

"Who cares what it is!?" You wildly shrieked, starting to softly shake. "Why are you doing this to me!? What do you have to gain!?"

"B-Because...B-Because we love you, (Y-Y/n)." Norman joined in timidly, looking incredibly guilty at what they were all doing to you. But, in his eyes, this was all for the best.

"Love me!? This isn't love!" You bursted out, "This is complete cruelty!"

"I-If you'd just accept, everything will b-be fine." He stuttered, his begging voice and ashamed gaze staring at you pleadingly. "P-Please, (Y/n), please."

You were about to snap back at him, but you swivelled your head back towards your mother and Michael; seeing blood streaking down her neck and staining her skin. "H...Honey, don't...don't agree to...to this..." Your mother's words were almost inaudible, but luckily you could caught what she'd said and grew even more alarmed.

"But you could die otherwise!" You tearfully responded, your thoughts all tangled up and screaming with terror.

"You can...You can go...to the police..." She choked, "They...They'll help...you..."

"I hate to interrupt, but I doubt that. You see, we've blackmailed and bribed most of the police officers in this small town." Hannibal smoothly interjected, "My apologies on breaking your silly little delusion, Ms (L/n)."

Your panic was spiralling out of control, unable to think properly due to everything that was going on. Freddy preventing you from rescuing your mother, Michael slowly hurting her, Norman begging you to accept what they wanted, and Hannibal acting so pleasant, yet psychotic all at the same time. You could barely process any of this. Why...? Why you? This was crazy. Ludicrous. Absolutely absurd. If you agreed to this, you'd be trapped in a house with four, unhinged, and unstable males - whom also happened to be killers. Your eyes flickered from each one of them, your breathing faint while you tried to come to a decision. But what? What decision?

"Clock's ticking, baby girl~" The dream demon drawled in amusement, entertained by your petrified stance and scattered thoughts.

Michael - impatient due to how long you were taking - dragged the knife across her collarbone and left a deep slash, not caring about her pained cry. The bleeding and lack of oxygen would slowly but surely end up killing her...wouldn't it? Your mother's weak hands clawed at his hand in a desperate attempt to free herself - freaking you out even further. "No! Stop it! Please, please stop it!" You begged, "You'll end up killing her!"

"So? These were the consequences we were talking about, doll-face~" Freddy murmured into your ear smugly. "When you go up against us, people end up hurt."

"I-I promise it'll be fun, (Y/n)-!" Norman tried to convince you in his own way - wanting to make it seem less threatening. "I-It's not like we'd hurt y-you or anything-!"

"(Y/n)..." Your mother coughed feebly, you not knowing if she was pleading for your help or pleading for you to go against them.

But...you couldn't just let her die for your own safety. Michael drew the knife back - intending to actually stab her - and that made you emotionally snap. "NO! DON'T!" You screamed hysterically, "Fine, FINE! DON'T hurt her! I'll do it, okay!? I'll...I'll do it..."

The stalker glanced at Hannibal, as if silently asking whether he should stop or not, and the psychiatrist nodded - now satisfied with the outcome and therefore your decision. "Now, was that so hard?" Hannibal angelically asked; shooting you a condescending smile this time.

You didn't even acknowledge the smile; only rushing to your mother's side once Freddy had finally released you - Michael having dropped her to the floor without a care and simply staring at you. "Mom? Mom? Are you going to be alright?" You spoke to her frantically, "Please tell me you're going to be okay."

"Oh she'll be fine." Hannibal dismissively replied before your mother could. "Her injuries aren't that fatal. They'll heal in no time at all." His casual composure was beginning to irritate you, but you bit your tongue and didn't respond. "So don't worry your pretty little head."

"I-I'm so happy." Norman clasped his hands to his chest and shyly smiled. "Y-You're actually going to be staying with us. I...I can't b-believe it."

You cuddled into your mom and rubbed her back; your mother bordering on the line of being unconscious. "You...You shouldn't have...agreed to it, (Y/n). I should've—"

"I didn't have a choice, Mom." You shook your head and disagreed unhappily, "There wasn't any alternative. I wasn't going to just let you die, and we can't go to the police. I'm sorry."

"But...But..." She tried to argue, but you shushed her and gave her a loving hug before leaving her side - standing up and facing the slashers with fake confidence.

"So then," You tried to appear firm, folding your arms for a moment before trying to be somewhat brave. "Why do you want me to move in with you guys? And when, exactly?" You brushed the tears off your cheeks and then clenched your fists a little, feeling dazed and distraught from this whole debacle.

"L-Like I said before, (Y/n)," Norman bashfully answered, "I-It's because we l-love you." His eyes were lit up; shining with unstable joy.

"How can you...How can you all be in love with me? I don't understand." You tiredly spoke, eyeing them with disbelief and doubt.

"I wish I fucking knew why." You heard Freddy mutter under his breath, throwing the other killers a dark glare. "It's like these assholes are trying to pick a fucking fight with me."

"I-I love you, (Y-Y/n)." Norman admitted with adoration, "F-From the moment y-you stepped through t-the door. Even M-Mother accepts you now!"

"I must confess, you've seduced me also." Hannibal confessed calmly, "However, it's a mystery to myself as well. I'm not sure why all five of us are so enticed by you. I'm still trying to decipher the details and reason behind all of this."

Michael didn't join in with the confessions, the stalker standing there and stalking you from the side of your peripheral vision. "Nevertheless, that isn't important right now." Hannibal switched subject, straightening his suit and standing straight.

"If that's not important right now, then what is?" You curiously questioned, afraid of the answer you'd receive.

"I think it's important that you go and pack, my sweet (Y/n). Don't you agree?"