"Mmm...!" Norman cheerfully bursted out, clapping his hands together before bounding over closer and flinging his arms around you in a very tight hug. "T-Thank you SO much, (Y-Y/n)-! Y...You always make the BEST d-dinners-!"

"I have to admit, despite my rather particular diet preventing me from participating in your...select variety of foods - your cooking levels are definitely above-par. I'm incredibly impressed by your efforts this evening, angelo mio." Hannibal praised pleasantly, sending you one of his respectful smiles whilst picking up one of your dirty dishes to be polite.

"Why thank you, kind sir." You playfully replied, releasing a light laugh as you stood up and pushed your chair in. "Though I think now I'll probably just—" Before you could finish your sentence however, a certain stalker scooped you into his arms from behind and hid his face in your hair; the silent male clearly having missed you whilst he held you close to his chest.

"Wait, Michael...!?" Your eyes widened in shock; not expecting him to be back so soon while surprise filled your facial features. "I-I don't understand. I thought...I thought that you'd headed back into the forest."

"What, Michael didn't bother to fully walk you home this time around?" Hannibal commented casually, throwing indirect shade at Michael while he watched the white-masked killer embrace you possessively. "How...unthoughtful."

"No, it's...it's not like that!" You hurriedly defended, feeling silently guilty as Michael twirled you around obsessively. "He...Well, I mean, he walked me most of the way home."

"What happened earlier has nothing to do with you." Pennywise snapped at Hannibal childishly, staring the psychiatrist down with a cold and threatening glare. "So back off, earthling."

"If it has nothing to do with me, then I'm assuming it has nothing to do with you either. At least, not anymore." Hannibal deduced cleverly, trying to push Pennywise away from the recent state of affairs also.

"What do you mean "What happened earlier"?" You suspiciously quoted, glancing from Pennywise to Michael with uncomfortable curiosity.

"What, you're not going to tell her?" The killer clown summed up with aggravation, his mind clouded with frantic confusion whilst his bemusement blossomed towards Michael. "Why not? Do you really think keeping her in the dark is the best way to keep her safe? Because I certainly don't."

"Keeping me in the dark...? Michael, what is he—?" You didn't get to actually finish your question; due to Michael moving at the speed of light and shoving the other slasher straight into the wall with extreme rage.

"ᒪEᗩᐯE IT ᗩᒪOᑎE, ᑕᒪOᗯᑎ. ᑎOᗯ." [A/N: "LEAVE IT ALONE, CLOWN. NOW."] Michael wrote furiously, holding it up so Penny could see a few moments later.

"You've got to be joking." Teleporting a few metres to the side, Pennywise half-laughed and then lunged back at him in return; intent on revenge. "You can't just tuck it under the rug! Are you nuts?"

"Penny, don't!" You unhappily pleaded, hugging his arm and holding onto him as you looked up at him with a worried glance. "Please. Don't start. Just...Just tell me what's going on. C'mon..."

"I-I'd tell you i-if I could..." Norman remarked tearfully, his gaze glued to the ground as his expression twisted into one of shame. "I...I'm sorry, (Y/n)..."

"It's alright, Norman." You comforted the upset male in a sympathetic voice, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before you swivelled your attention over to the others. "Hannibal? Do you know anything about this?"

"Believe me, mio fiorellino." Folding his arms, the psychiatrist threw you a pitiful smile and shook his head - plainly having no idea either. "If I had any insight, I would inform you immediately." 

"I'm sure you would." Your tone dripped with sarcasm as you doubted his response, unsure whether or not to take his reply seriously. "Penny? Will you tell me what's going on...? I mean, you were standing right next to me before Michael decided to leave."

"Why, of course~" The clown agreed at once, his wicked grin and deceitful attitude causing the conflict to feel even more chaotic. "I would've told you sooner, except—"

Michael interrupted Pennywise as quickly as he possibly could; wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you back into his chest face-first. "Michael!" You huffed his name in annoyance, staring up at him with desperation while struggling to unravel the truth. "Please. I just want to know what's going on. That's all."

Once he'd released his hold on you, Michael scribbled his next response in frustration - showing his answer to you a second or two afterwards. "I'ᗰ ᒍᑌᔕT TᖇYIᑎG TO ᑭᖇOTEᑕT YOᑌ. ᑕᗩᑎ'T YOᑌ ᔕEE TᕼᗩT?" [A/N: "I'M JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"]

"I...I can see that." You cautiously responded, watching your words and not wanting to rile Michael up any further. "Believe me. I can. But I'm begging you. Can you please, just please tell me what happened back there in the forest...?"

"I think we'd all like to know, to be perfectly honest." Hannibal sided with you sternly, curiosity filling his facial features as he attempted to move you away from Michael. "After all, this is all starting to seem rather suspicious. Even going by your standards."

"What the FUCK are you talking about, Myers? Because I'm getting kinda bored by this point." Freddy joined in fiercely; the dream demon leaning against the wall and complaining without any kind of restraint or control whatsoever.

"Y-Yeah-! What's going on, huh-!?" Norman boldly demanded, the timid male wanting to find out and help you in any way that he possibly could.

"Well if YOU'RE not going to tell her, then I guess it's up to me~" Pennywise angelically purred; purposely trying to provoke Michael and cause conflict.

The pale-faced slasher severely shook his head, plainly not wanting Pennywise to be the one to tell you. "ᗪOᑎ'T. YOᑌ. ᗪᗩᖇE. ᒍᑌᔕT ᔕᕼᑌT ᑌᑭ." [A/N: "DON'T. YOU. DARE. JUST SHUT UP."]

"Go on then." Penny grinned creepily, his dark-gold gaze glinting with evil enjoyment. "Unless, you plan on lying to sweet, sweet (Y/n) over there, Mikey-boy~"

"Woah, woah, woah, let's not start something that I'll have to finish." You wearily cut across the clown, glancing from one slasher to the other with an uneasy expression. "I'm sure Michael will explain. Won't you...?"

Feeling infuriated, Michael icily glared and decided to just give in; taking a while to write before passing the notepad around and informing the others first. "I see...So that's what's going on." Hannibal mused over Michael's response thoughtfully; handing it over to Norman next while you wondered what could possibly be happening.

"I don't understand, is everyone—"
"O-Oh no, no, NO-! W-What do we DO-!?" Norman sobbed in distress, breaking down into dramatic tears before cuddling into your side fearfully.

"Oh, gimme that." After rolling his eyes, Freddy snatched Michael's notepad straight out of Norman's hands and skimmed right through the silent stalker's scrawl - the dream demon demanding answers.

"Why are you all stressing out...? What's the problem...?" You asked anxiously, shifting from foot-to-foot as you struggled to stay calm and collected.

"(Y/n) dearest, I really don't think this is something you should know about." Hannibal soothingly spoke, placing his hand gently on top of your shoulder whilst sending you another one of his courteous smiles.

"I want to know." You stubbornly persisted, facing Hannibal head-on and growing more troubled by the minute.

"We may as well tell her. After all, she's bound to find out anyway - and besides, we can't hide it from her forever. Ain't that right, sweet-cheeks~?" The dream demon drawled out with dark amusement, his green-eyes gleaming deviously while he tossed the notepad in your general direction.

Choosing to ignore him completely, you instead held the notepad between both hands and focused on reading what Michael had wrote; surprise fluttering across your facial features as you wondered how to react. And why was that, exactly? Because—

"ᔕOᗰEOᑎE ᗯᗩᔕ ᗯᗩTᑕᕼIᑎG ᑌᔕ. ᗯᗩTᑕᕼIᑎG (Y/ᑎ). ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯIᑎG ᕼEᖇ ᗷᗩᑕK ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼE ᑌᑎIᐯEᖇᔕITY." [A/N: "SOMEONE WAS WATCHING US. WATCHING (Y/N). FOLLOWING HER BACK FROM THE UNIVERSITY."]