Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

"Done already?" Hannibal's friendly voice caught your attention, the smart male standing in the living room still. "That was fast." Your eyes swivelled to the sofa, noticing that your mother's neck had been taken care of. She was unconscious, but that was to be expected.

You dipped your head as a nod - not being able to say anything, due to Freddy's words messing with your mind. "None of this would've happened if you'd just agreed in the first place." Lowering your gaze, you thought about it properly, guilt swirling around your heart as you stood still. "If you'd have accepted what we wanted from the start, your mother wouldn't have gotten hurt." No... Were you too slow on making your decision...? "So I guess what I'm saying is—" "It was technically your fault." It couldn't have been your fault...

...could it...? "Your mother's hurt because you didn't listen to us. Because you let it happen. God, she could've died because of you." His dark remarks made you feel even worse; toying with and twisting your thoughts to the point where you had no idea what you should or shouldn't have done.

"(Y/n)?" Your eyes widened while your head snapped back up - Hannibal softly touching your shoulder and sending you a soothing smile. "You look terribly disturbed." He commented in concern, using his forefinger to delicately wipe away the tears you didn't even know were there. You flinched at his touch, but didn't do anything about it. "Did Norman trouble you up there? Or are you still recovering from before?"

"Norman didn't trouble me. At least, not intentionally." You quietly replied, "And what, you think I'd just brush off what happened before? You could've killed someone I loved! How am I meant to recover from that?" You questioned coolly, staring at him in disbelief.

"You will, my dear." Hannibal used his other hand to cradle your cheek, "Traumatic events such as this always fade with time. Besides, (Y/n), the four of us are always going to be here to help and protect you from any sort of danger."

"Protect me from danger...?" You couldn't even comprehend what he meant. In your mind, you were already in a perilous situation. "What kind of danger could I be in?"

"You never know," His voice became more serious, now running his first hand through your hair as his second hand still cupped your face. "Danger often resides in the darkness of other people's thoughts and actions. Not to mention it can lurk within the shadows." He spoke ominously, his persona changing from pleasant to pensive.

"Oh..." You didn't really have a reply to that, finding it to be a very melancholy topic.

"My apologies, I do believe I made that far too dismal." Hannibal switched back to his regular self, smiling once more. "All that aside, are you ready to leave quite yet?"

"How do I know that my mother will be alright?" You spoke suspiciously, glancing back at your mom. "I mean, I literally just watched Michael attack her." Your tone was unintentionally sharp; your trust for all of them having vanished from the previous event.

"I understand your distrust, but please, the only reason we had to go that far was because you were leaning towards the consequences option." Though his voice was silky-smooth, his reply sounded like he couldn't care less - like it was of little interest to him. "Though fear not, at the current time your mother will be just fine."