Strangely enough, Michael simply stared at you before holding your other hand; giving it a comforting squeeze and then calmly pulling you in the direction of the bathroom. "Thank you." You thanked the quiet killer awkwardly - appreciating his assistance. "For your help earlier, and for your help now. It...It means a lot to me."

Michael didn't reply, the silent slasher only throwing you a soft shake of the head and instead guiding you towards the bathroom. Then, once you were both inside the room, he sat you down on top of the toilet seat and started dabbing at your arm; making sure to clean the droplets of blood from your skin with a lukewarm washcloth. It stung a little bit, but the pain was necessary - because what else could you've done? There wasn't any other way to escape the dream demon without thinking outside the box, and you were too tired to deal with his wicked antics right now. So you bit your tongue and let him wrap a bandage around the sharply-cut slash.

After that, you merely thanked the stalker for helping you and headed towards your bedroom - planning on getting dressed. "ᗯᕼY ᗩᖇE YOᑌ GETTIᑎG ᗪᖇEᔕᔕEᗪ? IT'ᔕ TᕼE ᗰIᗪᗪᒪE Oᖴ TᕼE ᑎIGᕼT." [A/N: "WHY ARE YOU GETTING DRESSED? IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT."] Michael shoved the notepad in your direction before forcing you to stop grabbing clothes; his fingers curling around your wrist and gripping you tightly.

"Well after that encounter with Freddy, I figured I could really use a breather. So...I'm going to go and visit Camp Crystal Lake. Y'know, to see Jason...?" You took a deep breath in and explained your intentions with slight exhaustion, taking your clothes out of his grasp and carrying on with what you were doing. "So please don't do this—"

But obviously, Michael shook his head and scribbled down his silent jealousy; clearly resenting the fact that you were even considering going to go and see the Crystal Lake killer. "ᑎO. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᑎOT GOIᑎG. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᑎOT ᗩᒪᒪOᗯEᗪ TO. GIᐯE ᗰE TᕼOᔕE ᑕᒪOTᕼEᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ GO ᗷᗩᑕK TO ᗷEᗪ. ᑎOᗯ." [A/N: "NO. YOU'RE NOT GOING. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO. GIVE ME THOSE CLOTHES AND GO BACK TO BED. NOW."]

"No." You threw Michael an icy glare and shook your head, placing them on your bed to get ready. "Let's get one thing right. You're NOT my father. I agreed to live here on the condition that I get to maintain my freedom. And that's final. So stop treating me like I'm nothing but a little kid, Michael."

The quiet male begrudgingly shook his head and backed away, leaving your bedroom to let you get dressed. Feeling lowkey proud, you quickly put on your clothes and hurriedly brushed your hair; cleaning the sleep out of your eyes before leaving the room yourself. Unsurprisingly, the stalker was patiently waiting for you - obviously wanting to stick right by your side whilst you left for Camp Crystal Lake. Holding in a sigh, you allowed him to join your side; Michael cradling either side of your face with his hands and caressing your cheeks for a moment before pulling away.

"(Y/n)! W-Where are you going-?" Norman's voice called from his own bedroom, the dark-haired teenager standing in the doorway and watching you with worried eyes. "Y-You're not leaving us...a-are you-?"

"I never said I was leaving." You huffed in frustration, feeling more and more on-edge. "So can you please stop thinking that? Please?"

"Then may I ask where you're going in the middle of the night, dearest (Y/n)?" Hannibal's smooth tone cut into the conversation with curiosity, making you want to curse under your breath.

"To go visit Jason..." You muttered while pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "I had a bad dream, so I just thought a walk around the lake might be somewhat therapeutic."

"Did Freddy bother you again, my dear?" Hannibal shook his head sympathetically; his eyes filled with concern whilst approaching you directly.

"No, I—"

"Oh, and just look at what Krueger's done to your arm." The psychiatrist placed the blame on the dream demon almost immediately; inspecting the bandaged part of your arm while delicately holding said limb between the palms of his hands.

"W-Wait...W-What did he do...?" Norman asked in alarm, worry washing across his face as he panicked on your behalf.

"Freddy didn't do anything! I...I did this to myself!" You admitted wearily, releasing a groan and causing all three of them to look at you with tremendous confusion.

"To yourself...?" Hannibal slowly quoted, releasing your arm and running his fingers through your hair instead. "But what on Earth would cause you to hurt yourself in such a dramatic manner?"

"To wake myself up." You answered truthfully, your heart hammering from the sweetness of his actions and also the stress the situation. "Sometimes you have to think outside the box to outsmart others."

"Indeed." The dark-haired psychopath agreed with a smile, leaning his head against yours whilst he acted somewhat intimate. "Exactly what I'd expect from someone as intelligent and intuitive as you."

"Oh, um, thanks..." Now feeling flustered, you mumbled your embarrassed reply and avoided his gaze completely; trying your best to keep your composure and stay assertive.

"Now would you mind awfully if I perhaps joined you on this therapeutic walk around Crystal Lake?" Hannibal politely requested, his tone remaining respectful as you suppressed a sigh.

After all, wasn't Michael already joining you?
"That's fine." You dipped your head and nodded while Norman grew excited - the happy-go-lucky boy clapping his hands together cutely. "Michael's joining too, so I suppose there's no harm in it becoming a group trip...Right?"

"Oh! Oh! C-Can I come too? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?" He desperately begged; clasping one of your hands between both of his and holding it against his chest as a huge amount of affection and hope glittered across his eyes.

"Sure, why not?" You responded tiredly, the awkwardness in the air rising as he then flung his arms around you. "H-Hey! What are you—?"

"Y-Yay! T-This is going to be s-so much fun-!" Norman exclaimed brightly, nuzzling into your cleavage and making you blush a colourful crimson colour.

"I-It's really just meant to be a relaxing walk..." You hesitantly explained, your heartbeat wildly out-of-control whilst you shyly hugged the overjoyed male back.

"Oh...I-I understand-!" He pulled away a minute or two afterwards - but his cheerful smile only proved to you that he didn't get the message you were sending at all. Of course.

"Why don't you two go and get ready then?Michael and I can just...y'know, wait here." You decided in a drained manner, leaning against the wall as you stifled a yawn and shut your eyes for a second, praying that things would go smoothly.

"Sounds like a lovely plan, mi amore." Hannibal flashed you a sweet smile of his own before lightly pressing his lips against the top of your hand - his charming attitude messing with not only your head, but your heart too.

"I-I can't wait-!!" Norman happily exploded, not seeming tired in the slightest as he bounded back towards his bedroom and behaved just like a little kid would. "B-Be right back~!"

"I too, will return shortly." Shooting you another one of his pleasant looks, Hannibal also departed to change clothes - leaving you all alone with Michael.

"Does Freddy usually leave the dreamworld during nighttime...?" You asked Michael timidly, wondering if the burnt male would be angry with your actions or not.

"YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK KᖇᑌEGEᖇ'ᔕ ᗩᑎGᖇY ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ ᖴOᖇ OᑌTᔕᗰᗩᖇTIᑎG ᕼIᗰ. ᑎOT ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗩ ᕼᗩᖇᗪ TᕼIᑎG TO ᗪO E᙭ᗩᑕTᒪY." [A/N: "YOU THINK KRUEGER'S ANGRY WITH YOU FOR OUTSMARTING HIM. NOT LIKE THAT'S A HARD THING TO DO EXACTLY."]

"I just wouldn't want to cause any more drama between you guys, that's all." You uncomfortably protested - defending your question and explaining yourself at the same time. "No more...unnecessary fighting or anything."

Michael didn't respond to that at first, the mute male marvelling at how wholesome your mindset was and how kindhearted you were before using his worn-out notepad. "GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."] He wrote with overwhelming obsession; wrapping his arms around your body and burying his pale face in the crook of your neck soon after.