Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 68: Leaving The House Late-

"Then may I ask where you're going in the middle of the night, dearest (Y/n)?" Hannibal's smooth tone cut into the conversation with curiosity, making you want to curse under your breath.

"To go visit Jason..." You muttered while pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "I had a bad dream, so I just thought a walk around the lake might be somewhat therapeutic."

"Did Freddy bother you again, my dear?" Hannibal shook his head sympathetically; his eyes filled with concern whilst approaching you directly.

"No, I—"

"Oh, and just look at what Krueger's done to your arm." The psychiatrist placed the blame on the dream demon almost immediately; inspecting the bandaged part of your arm while delicately holding said limb between the palms of his hands.

"W-Wait...W-What did he do...?" Norman asked in alarm, worry washing across his face as he panicked on your behalf.

"Freddy didn't do anything! I...I did this to myself!" You admitted wearily, releasing a groan and causing all three of them to look at you with tremendous confusion.

"To yourself...?" Hannibal slowly quoted, releasing your arm and running his fingers through your hair instead. "But what on Earth would cause you to hurt yourself in such a dramatic manner?"

"To wake myself up." You answered truthfully, your heart hammering from the sweetness of his actions and also the stress the situation. "Sometimes you have to think outside the box to outsmart others."

"Indeed." The dark-haired psychopath agreed with a smile, leaning his head against yours whilst he acted somewhat intimate. "Exactly what I'd expect from someone as intelligent and intuitive as you."

"Oh, um, thanks..." Now feeling flustered, you mumbled your embarrassed reply and avoided his gaze completely; trying your best to keep your composure and stay assertive.

"Now would you mind awfully if I perhaps joined you on this therapeutic walk around Crystal Lake?" Hannibal politely requested, his tone remaining respectful as you suppressed a sigh.

After all, wasn't Michael already joining you?
"That's fine." You dipped your head and nodded while Norman grew excited - the happy-go-lucky boy clapping his hands together cutely. "Michael's joining too, so I suppose there's no harm in it becoming a group trip...Right?"

"Oh! Oh! C-Can I come too? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?" He desperately begged; clasping one of your hands between both of his and holding it against his chest as a huge amount of affection and hope glittered across his eyes.

"Sure, why not?" You responded tiredly, the awkwardness in the air rising as he then flung his arms around you. "H-Hey! What are you—?"

"Y-Yay! T-This is going to be s-so much fun-!" Norman exclaimed brightly, nuzzling into your cleavage and making you blush a colourful crimson colour.

"I-It's really just meant to be a relaxing walk..." You hesitantly explained, your heartbeat wildly out-of-control whilst you shyly hugged the overjoyed male back.

"Oh...I-I understand-!" He pulled away a minute or two afterwards - but his cheerful smile only proved to you that he didn't get the message you were sending at all. Of course.

"Why don't you two go and get ready then?Michael and I can just...y'know, wait here." You decided in a drained manner, leaning against the wall as you stifled a yawn and shut your eyes for a second, praying that things would go smoothly.

"Sounds like a lovely plan, mi amore." Hannibal flashed you a sweet smile of his own before lightly pressing his lips against the top of your hand - his charming attitude messing with not only your head, but your heart too.

"I-I can't wait-!!" Norman happily exploded, not seeming tired in the slightest as he bounded back towards his bedroom and behaved just like a little kid would. "B-Be right back~!"

"I too, will return shortly." Shooting you another one of his pleasant looks, Hannibal also departed to change clothes - leaving you all alone with Michael.

"Does Freddy usually leave the dreamworld during nighttime...?" You asked Michael timidly, wondering if the burnt male would be angry with your actions or not.

"YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK KᖇᑌEGEᖇ'ᔕ ᗩᑎGᖇY ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ ᖴOᖇ OᑌTᔕᗰᗩᖇTIᑎG ᕼIᗰ. ᑎOT ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗩ ᕼᗩᖇᗪ TᕼIᑎG TO ᗪO E᙭ᗩᑕTᒪY." [A/N: "YOU THINK KRUEGER'S ANGRY WITH YOU FOR OUTSMARTING HIM. NOT LIKE THAT'S A HARD THING TO DO EXACTLY."]

"I just wouldn't want to cause any more drama between you guys, that's all." You uncomfortably protested - defending your question and explaining yourself at the same time. "No more...unnecessary fighting or anything."

Michael didn't respond to that at first, the mute male marvelling at how wholesome your mindset was and how kindhearted you were before using his worn-out notepad. "GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."] He wrote with overwhelming obsession; wrapping his arms around your body and burying his pale face in the crook of your neck soon after.