"Hannibal...? You were worried too...?" You asked in bemusement, surprise shooting across your face as you became perplexed by the psychiatrist's words. "I...I don't understand. All I did was go visit Jason in Camp Crystal Lake. And he would never hurt me—"

"Nonetheless, we can't be sure of that." Hannibal gently interjected; holding your waist with both hands and whirling you around to face him before leaning his forehead lightly against yours. "He's emotionally unstable. Not to mention he's shown to behave like a child most of the time."

"But he's never hurt me before." You retaliated stubbornly, not understanding where all this backlash towards Jason was bubbling from. "Really, the only thing he did earlier was twirl me around and give me a hug. I - personally - don't find that to be emotionally unstable."

"Besides, if you want to blame anyone for trying to attack (Y/n), I'd say blame her." Pennywise sarcastically drawled, rolling his golden eyes and shaking his head.

"Oh? And what would I want to blame her for?" Hannibal inquired curiously, shifting his attention towards Pennywise instead.

"For wanting to play heroine." Penny scoffed with slight resentment - still sounding annoyed by your previous actions.

"He's irritated because I stood in front of Jason." You sighed in exasperation, moving back so you could converse with all four slashers and explain. "I didn't want Michael to attack him - so I tried to prevent the fight from happening in the first place, that's all. Anyway, Penny saved me, so—"

"(Y-Y/n)-! Why would you even t-try something l-like that-!?" Norman worriedly cried, hugging you from the side and snuggling into your shoulder. "That's just so...so dangerous-!"

"But I was just—"

"Norman's right, (Y/n). That sounds extremely hazardous." Hannibal criticised seriously, the psychiatrist clearly not pleased by your behaviour as he shot you a very stern stare. "Michael and Jason are both ridiculously violent. You could've gotten severely hurt back there, had - I'm assuming - Pennywise not intercepted."

"I ᗩGᖇEE. YOᑌ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᕼᗩᐯE ᔕTOOᗪ Iᑎ ᖴᖇOᑎT Oᖴ ᐯOOᖇᕼEEᔕ ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT. ᗰY ᗩTTᗩᑕK ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ'ᐯE ᖇEᗩᒪᒪY ᕼᑌᖇT YOᑌ." [A/N: "I AGREE. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE STOOD IN FRONT OF VOORHEES LIKE THAT. MY ATTACK COULD'VE REALLY HURT YOU."] Michael swiftly wrote, passing you his notepad a second later and gazing at you with an icy expression.

"But it didn't." You protested feebly, handing the stalker's response back to him before heading into the slasher house with a sheepish look. "I'm fine. Really, all I need is some food and then some sleep."

"A-At least let us - m-me - cook for y-you-!" Norman desperately begged, following you from behind and clutching one of your arms with both of his. "Please...! Y-You must be e-exhausted-!"

"I'm only a little tired." You timidly admitted, mulling it over in your thoughts and realising that he wasn't entirely wrong. "But fine...I mean...if it wouldn't cause you too much trouble or anything—"

"My dear, sweet (Y/n), you could never bother us, nor cause us any type of trouble." Hannibal spoke soothingly, his charming tone and gentlemanlike personality throwing you off completely. "So please don't think that way."

"O-Oh...Um, alright then..." Stammering faintly, you struggled to keep your composure; a heavy pink now dusting your cheeks whilst you replied to the psychiatrist.

Then after that, you took a seat at the dinner table; Michael standing protectively behind you and Pennywise taking a seat next to you, just like last time. And once Norman had made you some food, you accepted said dish while thanking him gratefully; the dark-haired male sitting on your other side as Hannibal finished creating his meal and sat opposite you. Surprisingly, this evening was strangely peaceful - no fights or arguments striking up between anyone and nobody losing their temper over anything. It was certainly...unexpected, that was for sure. Or perhaps that was just because Freddy wasn't around to provoke the others.

Enjoying the food that Norman had made, you ate everything he'd cooked before standing up; moving over to the kitchen counter and deciding to casually clean your plate. But all of a sudden— "Oh, il mio bel fiore, you certainly don't have to concern yourself with doing that." Hannibal sweetly remarked, wrapping both of his arms around your waist from behind and causing you to blush harder. "Besides, didn't you say you wanted to rest once you'd finished eating...?"

"W-Well, um yes, but I just-It's just that-I thought cleaning up after myself was merely the polite thing to—"

"I-I'll do your dishes f-for you, (Y/n)-!" Norman volunteered lovingly, clapping his hands together and becoming extremely excited. Who knew someone could grow so excited about doing another person's dishes...?

"You...You really don't have to..." You shyly trailed off, spinning around to face them both with enormous embarrassment.

"I-I'd LOVE to-!" Norman carried on with complete and utter adoration, his eyes sparkling with uncontrollable endearment while he took your plate and cutlery away from you. "I-It would be my...my h-honour-!"

"Oh, well, then...I'm flattered." You gently responded; resting both of your hands on top of his shoulders before giving them a soft squeeze and pressing your lips lightly against his own. "...Thank you, Norman~"

"N-No problem...!" Norman stuttered in shock, his eyes suddenly widening due to him not expecting you to squeeze his shoulders and give him a kiss out of the blue.

"I'll be going to bed now." You delicately announced - flashing Hannibal, Michael and Pennywise a friendly smile whilst you raised your hand as a wave and tried to treat them all with the same level of respect.

"N-Night (Y/n)-!" The dark-haired male exclaimed happily; now looking tremendously pleased from your unforeseen kiss. "I-I...I'll sleep with you s-soon, 'kay...?"

"Okay, okay. Goodnight." After smiling in amusement, you blew him an air kiss before finally heading upstairs - your heart melting by how cute Norman had acted.

"You'd better rethink what you've just said, sweet-cheeks, because this certainly won't be such a "good" night for you." A vicious voice taunted from directly in front of you; their tone sounding half-malicious and half-mocking.

"Oh...? And why's that...?" You asked with raised eyebrows, not showing any sort of fear or fright towards Freddy as you brushed directly past him and entered straight into your bedroom.

"Well now, let's see..." Grinning darkly, the dream demon dragged his knives sharply down one side of your doorframe and gripped your right wrist with his left hand; yanking you relatively closer to him. "First off, you didn't come right back after your pathetic, little psychology class. Instead, you went to go and visit that stupid Voorhees down at the lake. Then, you almost got yourself killed by that freak Myers, and NOW you're asking me "Why's that...?"?"

"Yeah...I guess I am." You fiercely fought back, eyeing him with a feisty glare. "Honestly, why is everyone SO against me visiting Camp Crystal Lake...? I already promised you guys that I would spend time with each and every one of you, so what on Earth's the proble—"

"What's the problem? Aww, how...cute. Did you really think that I would actually honour my agreement with the others, Princess~?" Freddy psychotically purred, growing more and more unstable by the minute. Here we go.

"Okay, then tell me, what're you whining about this time...?" You dryly quizzed, rolling your eyes while his grasp on you tightened.

Though a couple of seconds later he creepily chuckled; caressing the left side of your face with his finger-knives before running them obsessively through your hair. "What am I "whining" about this time~?" He hummed seductively, pushing his lips against your own whilst your heart skipped a beat.

"I'm whining about the fact that you're spending more time with the others than with me~"