"Oh please don't leave (Y/n)! Please! I know you have flaws but we can fix them together! You're the only blood relative I have left!" Your mother howled as she followed you to the door, trying to cling to you.

"That's funny, you weren't saying that earlier." You sharply retorted, opening one of the double doors.

"Things got...out of hand. I'm not as healthy as I used to be! I'm seeing two therapists! And it's all because of you! So do me a favour and stay." She wildly shrieked. You stopped and turned to face her, giving her an icy glare.

"First you call me a freak, then you throw things at me and strangle me against a wall, and now you want me to stay with you? Ferris was right, of course you wouldn't accept me." You shook your head at her; repulsed by her fake attitude.

"Who's Ferris? Did he put you up to this leaving shit?! I'll-I'll pay you to stay! I need my dearest daughter, my pretty little princess; my beautiful little baby..." Your mother wept at the doorstep as you walked down the steps, your suitcase trailing behind you.

"-Then you'd better resurrect Marianna." You cruelly responded and continued walking - ignoring the loud cries of pain coming from the house. You didn't know where you were going, but you planned on heading into town and looking for your house - trusting Ferris with his house claim.

"I take it the talk didn't go too well then, huh princess?" A wicked drawl came from behind you and you turned around to see the man himself, Ferris. There was no one anywhere near this road; how did he get behind you-? Had he been stalking you?

"I...I'd rather not talk about it." You deflected his question, patiently waiting for him to catch up. He sauntered towards you, a smug smile spread across his features and a jaunty aura radiating around him.

"Noted. So where are you off to then?" He asked in amusement; both of you knowing that you didn't have a clue where your old house was located.

"I don't know... I'm looking for the house you said I owned. Can you show me the way?" You pleaded hopelessly, and he nodded.

"I guess I could do that." Ferris slyly agreed. Silence came after your short conversation, both of you walking into Springwood and pushing past the busy streets of people to get to where you needed to go.

After following Ferris for a little while he paused outside of a house; 1428 Elm Street. It looked a bit beaten up but overall it was a neat home to live in, so you wheeled your suitcase up to the porch and turned to your fedora-wearing friend.

"Thanks for helping me." You thanked shyly, pushing open the door as you realised it wasn't locked. Wonder why the past you didn't lock it...

"Anytime. I'll give you a grand tour if you like." Ferris offered, following you inside without permission. It's not like you minded - he was your closest compadre at the moment.

"Sure. Lead the way, Cap'n." You saluted him jokingly and he chuckled, tickled by your antics. He then showed you each room; ending with the bedroom. The whole house had a relaxing vibe to it - the open space calming you right down and making you feel brighter. But-

"Hey you missed a door. What's in there?" You pointed towards the room on the left side of the upstairs hallway, the doorknob glinting at you innocently.

"Shotgun!"
"Fine, I'll take this room."

"A-Ashley."
"What's up?"
"...Holy shit."
"I-I thought he couldn't enter the real world."
"Yeah, well, I'm guessing he's gotten stronger. Come on, school starts in an hour."

Two memories played out in your mind, sudden jolts of pain stinging your head as you leaned against the wall. What were those memories...? Who was Ashley? And who was "he"? Whoever he was, he sounded like bad news. It definitely had something to do with that room...

"You alright, doll?" You jerked out of your heavy thinking when Ferris touched your shoulder, his eyes clouded with concern and confusion. But for some reason it felt fake - the suspicion surrounding him strengthening.

"Mmhm." You dipped your head and gave a faint smile, trying to play it all off. He'd probably think you were crazy if you tried to explain it to him anyway. This whole thing was a mess.

"As I was saying - it'd be a good idea to stay out of that room." Ferris stated, holding up a key as he strolled towards the door in a leisurely manner.

"-There." He locked the door and placed the key back in his pocket, seeming to be satisfied by the hidden room. You on the other hand were extremely curious to see what was in there, cocking your head to the side slightly whilst you tried to think about it.

"Why'd you lock it? And what's in there? It can't be that bad, in fact I think-"

"Curiosity killed the cat." Ferris interrupted you seriously, his superior persona getting replaced by a stern one.

"Well satisfaction brought it back." You stubbornly retaliated; causing him to grin.

"No. The dead stay dead. You're not getting the key to that door." His smile grew wider as he saw the fiery determination swirl within your eyes. Ah, how he loved that fire.

"I don't need the key." You were the smug one this time, having already thought of a plan.

"Oh? Do go on~" He purred; acting kind of...sadistic.

"It doesn't take much to break down a wooden door. There're many ways I could get into that room - and ways that you couldn't stop me." Triumph trickled from your tone as you turned away from the direction of the door, going back downstairs to pick up your suitcase.

"Touché." Ferris gave in, secretly admiring your quick thinking and smugness. You got both of them from him after all.

"Well I have to unpack and then go to work. See you there, stalker." You playfully nudged him before opening the front door again, gesturing for him to leave.

"See you around, kitten." He shot you a sinister smile and then left, giving a small wave as he shut the door behind himself. Kitten-? Kitten.

"You're my little kitten."
"Please stop..."

"So you're just...gonna watch me...bleed out and...die?"
"Who said I was gonna let you die kitten?"

"Your virginity is mine~"
"Thank you."
"Anytime, kitten."

You promised."
"Oh, for fucks sake. Fine."
I'll cheer you up tonight, kitten~
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

"I need you."
"That's right kitten, just me."

"I need the Springwood Slasher to discipline me~"
"My, my, you're even more of a turn-on when you're drunk, kitten."

"What's wrong, kitten?"
"DON'T call me that."
"Are you mad at me? Perhaps because your little boyfriend is in the hospital?"

"I think you need a little sleep, hmm baby?"
"No~!"
"Sleep well kitten~"

Your mind was flooded with memories - the word kitten triggering different parts of conversations, moments and events. The shock and pain of the frantic flashbacks caused your body to shut down; your legs collapsing as you crashed to the ground.

Hours passed and you eventually came to, your head aching and your joints sore from sleeping in such a cramped position. What the fuck was that? Glancing at the clock on the wall, you realised you didn't have time to think about it - work started in less than an hour.

You opened your suitcase and slipped into your work clothes, making sure you looked okay before leaving the house. Your footsteps were shaky, your breathing uneven as you forced yourself to remain calm. But it was immensely difficult - those twisted memories playing back in your head.

They were blurred and hard-to-see, but you caught a glimpse of a knifed glove on someone. The same someone you saw last night; the hallucination of a burnt male. Who was the Springwood Slasher? Who was the guy with the glove? What was going on-!?