Pulling out your phone, you looked at the time and stifled a soft yawn, knowing that you should really get to sleep. 11:30. But you still had to unpack. You unzipped your suitcase, then stopped - feeling too exhausted to actually unpack properly. You'd just...You'd just unpack in the morning. So instead, you changed out of your clothes and slipped on some pyjamas from said suitcase; flicking off the light before climbing into bed. Though, you wondered how your mom was doing. Was she alright? Was she in pain? Had she attempted to go to the police anyway, despite Hannibal's remark?

Were you overthinking things? It was difficult to tell at this point however, considering your nerves were completely out of control. You rolled over onto your side, finding it hard to get to sleep and leave reality behind. Today had been utterly insane. How on Earth were you meant to live with them? It wasn't like you'd willingly decided to come here. Sighing, you simply stared at the wall, different emotions spiralling around your heart. How did they all even live together like this? Hannibal, Michael, Freddy, Norman...their personalities were just so unalike and unfitting. How were you meant to fit in with them?

Whilst you were brooding over this, the four killers were gathered in the living room; Hannibal and Michael standing up straight, Norman huddled on the sofa, and Freddy leaning against the wall as per usual. "So what the fuck did you call us here for again? There'd better be a damn good reason for this, I'm missing out on kills here." The dream demon folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the psychiatrist, annoyed by him.

"I truly despise your distasteful language, Krueger." Hannibal wrinkled his nose and carried on, "But that's besides the point. After the...persuasion we used to get sweet (Y/n) to agree with our request, you three must've noticed by now how upset she is with us at the present time."

"Y-Yeah but...but what are we meant to do about it-?" Norman clasped both hands to his chest as his face became clouded with sadness, the teen wanting nothing more than to have (Y/n) love him.

Michael clenched his fists, also annoyed by how unhappy she was around them. All he did was attack her mother - it's not like he hurt her or anything. In his mind, that was perfectly acceptable. "I for one think Stockholm Syndrome will eventually take effect." Hannibal angelically replied.

"S-Stockholm...S-Syndrome...?" Norman slowly repeated after the smart male; not understanding what that meant.

"Yes." Hannibal dipped his head as a nod, calmly crossing his arms. "It's typically described as a mental condition, one where a hostage eventually develops positive feelings towards their captor - regardless of whether or not they felt said emotions at the start."

"B-But (Y/n)'s not a hostage-!" Norman piped up nervously, "S-She...She's a person-!"

"Of course she is. I never implied she wasn't." Hannibal immediately agreed. "I was simply telling you how Stockholm Syndrome usually worked, that's all."

"B-Besides, (Y/n) already likes me-!" Norman proudly declared, his previous anxiety fading away whilst his mind flashed back to spending time together in her bedroom. "She loves me. M-Mother said so-!"

His announcement caused Freddy to cruelly laugh, taking his declaration with a pinch of salt. "Oh please," The killer retaliated heartlessly, "Why don't you fucking listen to us for once? Your mother is fucking R.I.P up in this bitch. And right now, (Y/n) doesn't even like you, let alone love you."

"S-Shut up-!" Norman snapped back, "S-She likes me more than y-you-!"

"Both of you, quiet down. Now." Hannibal darkly commanded, "(Y/n) is trying to sleep, remember? So if she was to overhear us, that would worsen the situation at hand. Don't you agree?"

Michael gave a nod of agreement, glaring at the dream demon in particular due to the fact that the stalker really didn't like him. "So, does everyone understand our new strategy?" Hannibal spoke to all the slashers; Freddy pushing himself off of the wall and still acting arrogant, like usual.

"I-I suppose..." Norman gazed at the ground in shame, not wanting to twist (Y/n)'s feelings in such an underhanded way.

"Constantly mess with how she feels?" Freddy's devilish grin returned to his facial features; looking forward to playing around with her emotions. "Oh~ho~ho~ I like it, I like it. This is more my style."

Hannibal nodded seriously, finishing up the meeting/conversation and leaving the room; deciding to get back to his work. Freddy vanished into thin air as he entered the dream realm and slithered his way into a certain someone's dreaming state, entertained by the task they'd been given. Michael headed upstairs and opened (Y/n)'s door a crack, seeing that she was fast asleep by this point. This - of course - was great for the killer, knowing that now he could stalk her. And as for Norman, the dark-haired teen stayed in the living room, deliberating on whether or not what they were about to do was right. Was what Hannibal said true? Was this the only way? He...He didn't know.

Freddy on the other hand had slipped into your dream successfully; catching you off-guard as he was quite late. "I didn't think you were coming tonight. You're usually a lot earlier than this." You pointed out, the boiler room suddenly appearing around your body.

"I can cum anytime you want, princess~" Freddy joked smoothly, giving you a flirty wink and causing you to groan.

"That was terrible. Besides, I don't even want you in my dream. Not after tonight. So go pester somebody else." You spoke sharply, turning away from him.

"Oh, don't be like that, doll-face~" He psychotically purred, grasping your shoulders and spinning you back round while his smugness increased by the second. "C'mon now. What the fuck's the problem? You were the one who agreed to stay in this house with us all."

"Only because I wasn't given a choice!" You retorted with a resentful tone.

"You were too." Freddy's response made your eyes widen from surprise - confused by his words as you pushed him away.

"Excuse me?" You coldly questioned, gritting your teeth when you saw his smug-filled smile. God, at the moment he had no likability whatsoever sometimes. None!

"You're excused." His smile grew into another one of his cruel smirks once he'd acted like a complete and utter smart-ass; grabbing both of your wrists and forcing you to stay where you were.

"Don't be such a dick! You and I both know I didn't get a—"

"—After all, you could've just chosen the consequences option, y'know?" The dream demon mischievously interrupted, his green eyes glowing with malice whilst his comment struck a nerve.

"Why in God's name would I ever let my mother stay in harm's way!?" Your voice rose without you even noticing; instead focusing on trying to tug your wrists out of his grasp. "Unlike you, I actually own a heart - and I'm not selfish, unlike some people."

"Bitch please." Freddy rolled his eyes and tightened his hold on you - his smirk switching over to a dark grin as he pulled you an inch or two closer. "I do whatever, as long as I get what I want. Understand?"

"You make me sick." You looked at him with the utmost dislike, your expression contorting into one of disgust. "And you expect me to fall for you? Don't make me laugh."

"I make you sick, huh?" He drawled, snatching up the top of your chin with his left thumb and forefinger. "I don't think someone's telling the truth~"

"You do, you really really do." Your voice died down when his gloved hand caressed the left side of your face; the blades toying with a few strands of your hair as he enjoyed your newly-embarrassed state.

"So why do you grow so nervous when I touch you?" The burnt male cooed in a superior tone, your uneven heartbeat and heated cheeks entertaining him.

"Because you touched me out of nowhere!"
"Then why didn't you try and stop me?"
"Because I wasn't expecting it!"
"So why haven't you done anything?"
"Because—!" Before you could finish your sentence, Freddy forced your chin closer to his and smashed his dry lips against yours; not giving you any time to come up with any sort of retaliation whatsoever.