Just what...Just what were you to do...?

"(Y-Y/n)-!" You turned your head a little and saw Norman hurry towards you, "W-Wait for me-!" He grasped your other hand - you now being sandwiched between them.

"Hey Norman." You greeted in a monotone voice, walking with the two of them as you three made your way towards their house.

"I-I can't wait for you to live with us-! O-Oh it's going to be so much fun-!" Norman exclaimed joyfully, giving your hand a squeeze and acting happy.

You remained silent; disagreeing with what he was so excited about. The only reason you were living with them was because of emotional blackmail, not because you were desperate to. It's true you liked them beforehand - but after that, you weren't so sure anymore. "Is that what you are? Are you one of those people? Are you...Are you a psychopath?" Why did you ask him that? And you didn't even give him time to answer. You were just so...just so frustrated by that point. Then again, you wondered what it was going to be like - living with all of them, minus Jason. At least he hadn't hurt you emotionally.

"(Y-Y/n)-?" Norman said your name worriedly, tilting his head a little. "A-Are you feeling alright-? Y-You seem a bit...a bit quiet." Quiet? No kidding. After all you'd been through tonight, what were you supposed to be like? Chirpy? Cheerful? "W-What's the matter-?"

"Feeling alright? What do you think? My mother got hurt because of me, and now I'm being forced to live in your house. I didn't get a choice. And the reason I'm so quiet is because I don't have anything to say." You coolly replied.

"Norman, it's impolite to pry." Hannibal's voice came from behind you three - so you spun around to face him and broke the hand-holding. "Please refrain from doing so."

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/n). I...I really didn't mean to-!" Norman apologised instantly, biting his lip and looking ashamed.

"My apologies for earlier, (Y/n)." Hannibal caught up to you three and held one of your hands in his, "I didn't mean to cause an outburst." Then, he paused for a moment. "But to answer your previous question, I guess you could say I am. Though I'm surprised you recognised all the symptoms - your psychology classes have taught you well it seems."

"So you agree?" You stared at his hand holding before looking up again, "You agree that you only get close to people to get what you want? Is that what you're doing to me? If so, what do you have to gain from getting close to me?"

Hannibal clasped both of your hands and shook his head, his dark eyes staring right back at you while he contemplated how to respond. "I don't think you'd like my answer to your first question. But I'm certainly not doing it to you." His thumbs brushed across your skin, a tint of pink colouring your cheeks.

You hated how your cheeks had heated up though. Why would a faint blush occur when you said those words to him? When you felt so frustrated and hurt? "How am I meant to trust you?" You retorted, disliking how embarrassed you were by his actions.

"I don't think there's anything I could say at the present time that would convince you." Hannibal calmly responded.

You were going to reply, but the short conversation between you two got interrupted; Michael shoving Hannibal away and bringing out his kitchen knife. "Michael? What did you do that for?" Confusion flowed from your tone while you watched him swing his weapon at Hannibal violently.

"Honestly Michael," Hannibal sighed, dodging the attack and rolling his eyes, "Jealousy isn't attractive, you know."

"Jealousy...?" You echoed curiously, seeing Hannibal bring out his knife as well.

"O-Oh, (Y/n)." Norman spoke softly, "M-Michael was jealous of the hand h-holding. A-And...I guess I was a little bit jealous t-too." He shyly admitted.

"But it was just hand holding..." You were bemused by what was going on, just wanting to get to their house and settle in.

"Can't you both just stop? Please?" You were tired enough, not wanting to deal with even more fighting. "It's late, and I have my psychology class to go to tomorrow."

"I suppose I can stop for now." The psychiatrist decided, tucking away his knife and turning his back on the stalker. "I am above such behaviour, after all."

"L-Let's just go home and show (Y/n) her new room." Norman suggested whilst he held your hand again - happy that you weren't stopping him

Michael narrowed his eyes at Hannibal and then returned to your side, sticking close to you as he wanted to prevent Hannibal from trying anything. He wouldn't allow it. You were his, and nobody else's. "You're absolutely right. Now let's get you some well-deserved rest." Hannibal directed his last sentence at you, the four of you heading in the direction of their house as silence settled between you all.

Once you'd finally arrived at their house, you saw Freddy leaning against the wall in the hallway; flashing his usual dark grin at you. "Well, well, well, you sure took your time." He mischievously remarked, "Welcome home, sweets~"

"Yeah, thanks." You muttered, avoiding eye contact and looking away from him.

"Aww, must you be so cold?" The dream demon breathed into your ear as he teleported behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Don't start, Krueger." Hannibal ordered in annoyance, shooting him a stern look.

"Y-Yeah, we don't have time for this." Norman agreed, using his hand to pull you out of Freddy's arms.

"Oh? And why's that, Momma's boy?" The dream demon shot back as he grew irritated by Norman's actions. What right did that stuttering little sissy-boy have to pull you away from him like that? You belonged to him.

"If you must know, we're showing (Y/n) to her room and helping her settle in." Hannibal explained, locking eyes with Freddy sternly. Huh...guess they really didn't like each other. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Whatever. I couldn't care less." Freddy started to walk away, but then stopped himself and turned to face you again. "See you in your dreams, baby girl~" After he's said that, he winked and blew you a kiss before vanishing into thin air.

"Come now, my dear (Y/n)," Hannibal said pleasantly, "Like you said, it's getting to be very late. We should let you get some rest and recover from today's stressful series of events."

"Right." You dipped your head and followed him upstairs, Norman still holding your hand as Michael shadowed your every step.

Once Hannibal had opened the door and lead you inside, you looked around curiously; liking how...normal it seemed to be. "I'm terribly sorry if it's not to your liking. You see, it's one of our spare rooms - so we didn't have much time to decorate it."

"That's alright, I don't mind." Your voice turned flat - emotionally and physically exhausted. "I'd just like to unpack and head to sleep, if that's okay."

"I understand. Now Michael, Norman, why don't we leave (Y/n) alone to unpack and get ready for bed?" Hannibal turned to the other two and ushered them out the door, sending you a sweet smile.

The silent stalker shook his head and so did Norman, neither of them wanting to leave. "I-I can help you u-unpack-!" The shy boy offered, "I-I'd like to spend more time t-together-!"

"I...um..." All you wanted was to be by yourself at the moment, too worn out to interact with any of them right now.

"I think (Y/n) just needs some time to herself." Hannibal spoke to them both with a casual tone of voice, causing the other two to pause and think about it.

"I...I guess you're right." Norman gave in, a smile spreading across his face. "G-Goodnight then, (Y/n)-! S-See you tomorrow-!" And with that, he waved before leaving, obviously happy about seeing you tomorrow.

"Come on, Michael." The psychiatrist placed his hand on the stalker's shoulder - the mute male giving a curt nod and leaving the room too. Then, Hannibal faced you again. "I wish you pleasant dreams and a good night's sleep, my darling (Y/n)." After he'd said that to you, that sweet smile of his returned for a split second. But once a few seconds had passed, you were eventually left alone - the only company being your thoughts.