Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

Once you'd finished eating, you glanced at the clock on the wall and saw the time; noticing that at this rate, you'd be late for your university class. Perhaps your psychology lesson could calm you down after what'd taken place last night and this morning. At any rate, it would give you an emotional outlet - something to soothe your stressed-out thoughts, so to speak. So you placed your knife and fork back down on the plate neatly, murmured a soft 'thank you' to everybody, and then stood up - heading towards the hallway. You would've made it too, except—

"Wait, (Y-Y/n), wait!" Norman sprung up from his seat and tightly gripped your arm with both hands, staring up at you with anxious eyes. "W-Where are...W-Where are you g-going...!?"

"Well I was just going to..." You trailed off uncertainly, surprise fluttering across your facial features as you tried to comprehend his uncalled-for clinginess. What was he—?

"Just going to what?" Hannibal smoothly interjected, walking over to where the two of you were standing.

"I was just going to get ready for my uni class." You responded with truthful intent - eyeing him with an innocent expression. "Y'know, because I'm running late...?"

"N-No! N-No, no, NO-!" Norman cried out wildly, tugging on your arm with desperation. "You...You can't leave-!"

"I-It's only for the afternoon—"

"H-Hannibal-! DO something-!!" Norman tearfully sobbed, turning his attention to the smartly-dressed male and trying his best to gain some sort of support. "PLEASE!"

"Norman," Hannibal decided to step-in and intervene; placing his hand on the younger boy's shoulder lightly as he forced Norman away from you a little bit. "Calm down. I agree with you on this one."

"Wait what!?" You flashed the dark-haired male a confused look - not understanding why Hannibal would agree with Norman. "What's so bad about me going to my uni class...?"

"You need to recover from last night, my dear." You could tell that Hannibal had purposely used that as an excuse; a faint glare working its way into your gaze whilst you tried to come up with some sort of retaliation.

"Y-Yeah-!" Norman immediately sided with Hannibal's argument, clasping your hand with the two of his instead. "Y-You need rest! A-And...And proper time to recover too...!"

"You're kidding me..." You sighed in despair, slowly pulling your hand away as you grew irritated. "...aren't you?"

"Your face is somewhat paler than usual, the bags under your eyes have worsened slightly, and you've just been through a traumatic experience." Hannibal pointed out in a professional manner, acting more like a psychiatrist than a regular person.

Before you could argue any further Michael joined in; gripping your opposite wrist and hauling you away from the hallway. Once he'd done that, he pinned both of your wrists against the dining room wall - preventing you from going anywhere. Because in his eyes, it was clear as day. You weren't. You on the other hand, didn't even try to escape - too stunned by his sudden actions and how he'd acted altogether. Why didn't any of them want you to leave? It's not like you were running away and breaking your promise right off the bat. That would be a death sentence for your mother - no doubt about it. Maybe even yourself!