"Are you serious...?" You asked with a disbelieving laugh; shaking your head as sarcasm trickled throughout your tone. "That's what you're complaining about...? Because I spent a little more time with Jason and ate dinner with the others instead of you...?"

"Complaining? You think that I'm...complaining?" Freddy slowly sneered, his unstable voice and creepy chuckle causing you to feel slightly uneasy. "What a sweet, but stupid thing to say."

"Well, what else would you call it...?" You fired back fiercely, flashing him a feisty glare before pulling away from his grasp. "You're acting like a child all of a sudden, just because I visited Crystal Lake after my Uni class."

"I'd call it being a bitch, to be honest." The dream demon snapped maliciously, snatching up your wrist with his left hand a second time and losing his mischievous attitude. "After all, who said you could just "go and visit Voorhees" whenever you feel like it?"

"I did." You sternly declared, staring him down with a stubborn train of thought. "So why don't you just back off, Krueger?"

"Oh, you did, did you~?" The sadistic slasher hummed wickedly; his evil, emerald eyes practically glowing with dark amusement whilst he dipped into his obsessive frame of mind once more. "Do you even REALISE the amount of danger you're in, sweet-cheeks? Or are you acting reckless and irresponsible on purpose?"

"Excuse me?" You sharply questioned, shooting him an icy glare as your hurt feelings increased. "How am I behaving reckless and irresponsible!? Jason would NEVER hurt me! And that thing with Michael - that only happened on a whim! You're just—"

"I'm just WHAT? Go on, Princess. Say it. SAY it! What am I? Jealous? Oh please, gimme a fucking break." Freddy hissed viciously, his hostile tone throwing you off and making your eyes widen.

"I just don't understand where this is all stemming from." You retorted defensively. "I mean, if this is all because I spent time with Jason this afternoon, then—"

"This isn't JUST about Voorhees!" The demonic male shouted in frustration, losing his deranged temper and self-control. "Are you really THAT naïve!? Are you really THAT blind!? Because at the moment, I couldn't give a less of a FUCK about that childish motherfucker!"

"Then tell me what the FUCK the problem is!" You coldly yelled, continuing to glare at Freddy while struggling to escape his iron-like grip. "Heck, he can probably protect me better than YOU can!"

"Is that so...?" Smirking slyly, the unhinged killer carefully caressed the right side of your face; his razor-sharp, finger-knives cradling your cheek as he seductively stroked your skin. "Better watch what you say to me, baby girl, because right now you're not putting me in a very good mood."

"I couldn't care less about your current mood." You unkindly replied - behaving unusually rude whilst you gritted your teeth and ignored the sudden shade of scarlet that spread across your face. "Actually, all I care about now is getting some sleep, and figuring out who my unwanted admirer is."

"And I can help you with that." He smoothly spoke, his erratic change of emotion causing you to frown as you watched him pause for a minute. "In fact, I already know who the two of them are~"

"Wha-huh...?" Stammering slightly, surprise sparkled across your gaze like shocked stars; not expecting his response to be so unnerving. "Two of them...? You mean, my unwanted admirer is actually unwanted admirers...?"

"Mmhm~" Freddy informed you mischievously, amused by how startling his remark seemed to be. "And you want to know the funniest part about all of this, Doll-face~? Is that Myers knew from the get-go. He knew straight from the start that whoever they were, there was more than one. Yet he never told you."

"Yeah, well...He probably just...didn't want me to worry. I...I don't even care..." You mumbled under your breath miserably, trying to remain strong while you shoved Freddy away. "And how do I even know that you're telling me the truth, huh?"

His bad-boy grin returning, Freddy whipped out a crumpled note from his pocket and held it between his fingers; indicating for you to take it as he leant back against your bedroom doorframe once again and crossed his arms. Suspiciously, you cautiously took the note and unfolded said piece of paper - feeling anxious when you noticed that it was another message from Michael. But if that was really the case, then why hadn't he shared it with you? The silent male didn't even like Freddy, yet alone tolerate him. So why tell the others, but not you...? What could be so worrying about your current situation...?

Holding the note with both hands, you stared down and started to read it - growing absolutely horrified by what was written down. "ᗯᕼOEᐯEᖇ TᕼEY ᗩᖇE, TᕼEY ᗩᖇEᑎ'T ᒍᑌᔕT OᑎE. TᕼEY'ᖇE TᗩKIᑎG ᔕᕼIᖴTᔕ. TᕼEY'ᖇE ᗰOᐯIᑎG ᗩᖇOᑌᑎᗪ. TᗩKIᑎG ᑎOTE Oᖴ ᕼEᖇ ᒪOᑕᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT 24/7. TᕼEY KᑎOᗯ ᔕᕼE ᒪIᐯEᔕ ᗯITᕼ ᑌᔕ. TᕼEY'ᖇE TᖇYIᑎG TO ᒪEᗩᖇᑎ ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG ᗩᗷOᑌT ᕼEᖇ. ᗷᑌT ᗩᔕ ᔕOOᑎ ᗩᔕ I ᔕᑭOT TᕼEᗰ, TᕼEY ᔕᗯITᑕᕼ ᕼIᗪIᑎG ᑭᒪᗩᑕEᔕ. IT'ᔕ IᑎᖴᑌᖇIᗩTIᑎG.

TᕼEY'ᖇE ᑌᔕIᑎG TᕼE ᔕᗩᗰE ᗰᗩᔕKᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ OᑌTᖴITᔕ ᗩᔕ Eᗩᑕᕼ OTᕼEᖇ TOO, ᔕO I ᑕᗩᑎ'T TEᒪᒪ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ OᑎE Iᔕ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ᗩT ᗩᑎY ᔕᑭEᑕIᖴIᑕ TIᗰE. ᗯE ᕼᗩᐯE TO TᗩKE ᑭᖇEᑕᗩᑌTIOᑎ. TᕼEY'ᖇE ᗰEᔕᔕIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᗰY ᔕTᖇEᑎGTᕼᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ TOYIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᗰY ᗯEᗩKᑎEᔕᔕEᔕ. ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE TᕼEY ᔕTᗩᒪK TOO. TᕼEY ᕼᗩᐯE TᕼE ᔕᗩᗰE ᔕKIᒪᒪᔕ TᕼᗩT I ᗪO. TᕼEY'ᖇE ᗰOᖇE ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗯE TᕼOᑌGᕼT.

ᗷᑌT ᗪOᑎ'T TEᒪᒪ ᕼEᖇ."

[A/N: "WHOEVER THEY ARE, THEY AREN'T JUST ONE. THEY'RE TAKING SHIFTS. THEY'RE MOVING AROUND. TAKING NOTE OF HER LOCATION ALMOST 24/7. THEY KNOW ABOUT US. THEY KNOW SHE LIVES WITH US. THEY'RE TRYING TO LEARN ALMOST EVERYTHING ABOUT HER. BUT AS SOON AS I SPOT THEM, THEY SWITCH HIDING PLACES. IT'S INFURIATING.

THEY'RE USING THE SAME MASKS AND OUTFITS AS EACH OTHER TOO, SO I CAN'T TELL WHICH ONE IS WHICH AT ANY SPECIFIC TIME. WE HAVE TO TAKE PRECAUTION. THEY'RE MESSING WITH MY STRENGTHS AND TOYING WITH MY WEAKNESSES. BECAUSE THEY STALK TOO. THEY HAVE THE SAME SKILLS THAT I DO. THEY'RE MORE DANGEROUS THAN WE THOUGHT.

BUT DON'T TELL HER."

"I...I don't understand..." You whispered in a tearful tone, shaking from shock as you finished reading Michael's private warning. "Why...? Why wouldn't he tell me...?"

"He probably thought you couldn't handle it." Freddy carelessly answered, shrugging whilst he threw the other stalker under the bus. "Well, that and he didn't like how much he was being shown up."

Angry, hurt tears swirled around the edges of your eyes; the creased piece of paper falling to the floor while you became progressively more upset. Michael tried to keep this from you...? Did he really believe that you were that weak...? Did the others believe that too...? Were you nothing but a pastime after all...? Nothing but a plaything? A joke? A...A laugh? Hiding your face in your hands, you didn't say a single word; beginning to break down as strands of hair swiftly flew from your shoulders and covered your fingers. Couldn't you be trusted...? Did your partners truly think that you were reckless and irresponsible...?

"D'aww, Beautiful, there's no need to cry. It's not your fault the others aren't telling you the truth~" The dream demon cooed deceitfully, wrapping his left arm around your waist and tugging you closer to him. "I mean, the way they're treating you...They're treating you like trash. Only telling you things when necessary...Only telling you things when it's relevant to their side of the story. Like you're nothing but a plaything. Nothing but a joke. Nothing but a laugh."