"Oh my arm's fine, thank you." You shyly answered, unable to prevent a burgundy blush spreading across your face like wildfire. "So um, please don't worry about it."

"That I am very glad to hear." Hannibal spoke with another one of his soft smiles, sending you a very gentle glance and soothing your stress levels ever-so-slightly.

"S-So what do you wanna do once we get there...?" Norman innocently piped up, squeezing your hand and eyeing Hannibal with nothing but an insane amount of dislike. "I-I mean we could play tag, or hide-and-seek, or—" Before he could finish, Michael shoved the notepad in Norman's direction and shook his head; clearly irritated by something the younger boy had said.

Curious, you moved your head to the side a little and peeked at the piece of paper - wondering what the stalker had silently said. "ᔕᕼᑌT ᑌᑭ. ᔕᕼE ᔕᗩIᗪ ᗷEᖴOᖇE ᗯᕼᗩT ᔕᕼE ᗯᗩᔕ GOIᑎG TO ᗪO, ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ. ᔕᕼE'ᔕ GOIᑎG TO GO ᔕEE ᒍᗩᔕOᑎ." [A/N: "SHUT UP. SHE SAID BEFORE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO, STUPID. SHE'S GOING TO GO SEE JASON."]

"D-Don't be so mean to me-!" Norman lashed out in tears, crumpling the note into a ball with his fist and glaring at said slasher viciously. "(Y/n) and I are on a date, s-so stop trying to ruin it! Y-You jerk-!"

"Guys, c'mon—" You tried to tiredly intercept but they were too focused on fighting; Norman bringing out his sharp pocketknife and Michael gripping his kitchen knife tightly. "Crystal Lake's right over there! So please don't start."

"W-What are you, jealous-!?" Norman shrieked at the stalker hatefully, swinging his weapon around multiple times and trying to land a hit on the older male.

"Norman. Michael. I'd advise the two of you to stop if I were you." Although Hannibal had stepped in with a professional personality, you could tell that he wasn't too pleased with the way they were behaving.

"S-Shut up-!" Norman yelled at the psychiatrist furiously, ignoring his words completely due to his fixation on attacking Michael. "Y-You're nothing but a...a selfish, twisted, psychopath-! Y-You've lied to (Y/n) about almost everything, s-so don't even start with me, H-Hannibal-!"

"I did what I did in the past to protect her from you lowlives. And unlike you degenerates, I've never failed to show (Y/n) the highest amount of respect. So if I were you Norman, I'd watch what you say." Hannibal coldly retaliated - his sharp retort causing your eyes to widen.

"H...Hannibal..." You couldn't even form a proper sentence, your feet glued to the ground whilst you stared at all three slashers with an anxious look. "Don't you think that was a bit unnecessary...?"

"I do apologise for the unusual lack of manners dearest, but I refuse to allow someone like him disrespect me in such a repulsive way." The smartly-dressed male smoothly replied, holding your waist with his left hand and delicately cradling the left side of your face with his right. "So please don't presume that I usually act like that towards others."

"I...I wasn't planning on it." You stammered faintly, your blush brightening because of the unexpected act of intimacy. "I just thought that was going a bit too—" Before you could continue speaking, you were shocked by Michael's sudden behaviour; the quiet killer grabbing Hannibal by the throat and slamming him against a tree.

"Michael! Why would you—!?"

"(Y...Y/n)...! Y-uh...ou...c-uh...am-uh...e...b-uh...ah...ck-uh...!" A rough voice that you recognised called from behind, scooping you into a very happy bear hug. "Wel...c-uh...om-uh...e...b-uh...ah...ck-uh...! Wel...c-uh...om-uh...e...b-uh...ah...ck-uh...!" [A/N: "(Y/n)...! You came back...! Welcome back...! Welcome back...!"]

"L-Leave her ALONE, J-Jason-!" Norman turned his attention away from Michael and instead towards Jason; jealousy dripping from his tone as he quickly noticed the hugely affectionate hug. "S-Seriously, WHAT'S your p-problem-!?"

A gasp left your lips when you watched the psychiatrist bring out a pocketknife of his own - Hannibal stabbing Michael in the shoulder and managing to escape his malicious grasp. "What childish behaviour." He sighed before shaking his head and dusting the dirt from his shoulders. "And here I thought Jason and Norman were the only immature ones in our group."

Growing angry again, Michael began to lunge at Hannibal but stumbled; Norman forcing his knife into the stalker's side and crazily twitching. "I-I hate you ALL-!" He shouted - all three of them joining in the furious fight and attacking one another.

"Wait!" Your voice shook with alarm, not understanding where all this animosity came from. After all, Hannibal rarely fought, so what caused all this commotion? And another thing, it was the middle of the night! All you wanted to do was cool off and calm down with a walk around Crystal Lake. Was that too much to ask for...!?

Picking up on your panicked state, Jason pulled away from the hug and lightly held your hand, moving you back a few steps to create distance between you and the barbaric hostility. "Ju...st-uh...ig...n-uh...ore...th-uh...em-uh..." He spoke soothingly, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head against yours with endearment. [A/N: "Just...ignore...them..."]

"But it's stressing me out!" Tears trickled down your cheeks as you gripped Jason's shirt and hid your face in his chest - slowly losing it. You...You just couldn't take this anymore. The stress...The tension...The whirlwind of chaos... - it was emotionally draining.

"It'll-uh...be...oh...k-uh...ay..." The childlike killer sweetly comforted, ruffling the top of your hair and trying his best to distract you from the toxic fighting. "B-uh...B-uh...ec-uh...ause...B-uh...B-uh...ec-uh...ause I...I l-uh...ove..y-uh...ou...(Y...Y/n)...I...I l-uh...ove...y-uh...ou...N-uh...ever-uh...ev...er-uh...f-uh...or...get-uh th-uh...at-uh... [A/N: "It'll...be...okay... Because...Because I...I love...you, (Y...Y/n)...I...I love...you...Never...ever...forget that..."]

"I...I won't..." You whispered warmly, wiping the tears from your eyes whilst they gleamed with gratitude. "I promise. And...And just so you know, I...I love you too."

"R...R-uh...eal...ly-uh...?" Jason seemed to grow extremely excited by your response; the masked male dropping his machete and deciding to whirl you around like a little kid. [A/N: "Really...?"]

"M-Mmhm." You stuttered slightly after he'd placed you back down, embarrassment taking control of your expression straight-after.

"(Y-Y/n)..." Norman stared at you with immense hurt, shocked by what he'd just heard from you. "Y-You...You can't mean that...C-C'mon..."

"Norman, hold on a minute!" You faced him with worry, sensing how unstable he was and wondering how to handle this. "I care about you all, I promise you—"

"I...I thought y-you loved ME-!" The dark-haired boy heartbrokenly sobbed, gazing at you with a massive amount of devastation. "Y-You CAN'T choose HIM over ME-! I...I won't LET you!"

"Wait a second now, I'm not choosing anyone over anyone!" You held your hands up in front of you and looked at him with desperation - wishing you knew how to calm him down.

"I-I...I can't..." Norman gripped his knife as tightly as he possibly could before glaring at Jason, his eyes filled with nothing but intense loathing. "N-No...I WON'T let him tear us apart...!" After that, the enraged male lunged towards Jason venomously; aiming right for the heart as he raised his knife without a second thought.

Thinking fast, Jason grasped your wrist and yanked you behind him; using his other hand to twist Norman's and force him to drop said knife uncaringly. "L-Let me go, you...you JERK-!" Norman feistily hissed.

"N-uh...oh..." Jason snapped back darkly, taking it one step further and raising him up in the air by his throat. "Ah...po...li...gise...t-uh...o...(Y...Y/n)...N-UH...OW-UH..." [A/N: "Apologise...to...(Y...Y/n)...NOW..."]

"B-But I...I didn't do anything wrong-!" Norman wept emotionally, "Y-You're the one who's doing something wrong-! (Y/n) wants to be with me and you're bothering her-!"

"Apart from our sweet (Y/n), I think we're all letting things get a little out of hand here." Hannibal moved to Jason's side and placed his hand onto the other slasher's shoulder, gesturing for him to release Norman from his hold and pacify said situation.

"Hannibal's right." You wearily agreed, breaking free of Jason's hold on your wrist and struggling to stay composed. "All I wanted to do was forget about what happened earlier and calm myself down. I mean really, is that so much to ask for?"

"B-But (Y/n)—!"
"Is that," You repeated in a stern tone of voice, "So much. To ask for?"
"I-I guess not..."