"Y-You...You did WHAT...!?" You gasped in shock, your mother's words dancing through your thoughts as they forced you to remember what you'd been through beforehand. "Are you...Are you serious...!?"

—

"My, oh my, you are a tough one to catch." "Too bad you won't make it out alive - you're no Nancy Thompson."
"I don't care who Nancy Thompson is, or was." "—But I'm not dying to a lowlife like you!"

"Who are you? Where am I? Isn't this just a dream?"
"I don't have to tell you anything, sweet-face." "And you can't make me."

"You little bitch." "You think you can outrun me?"
"That's not my plan." "My plan's to survive until morning."

"Well I hope you enjoy disappointment." "You won't make it until the morning, little girl~"
"What, you wanna bet?" "I'm not afraid of you."

"—Oh, and just for your information~" "~That stupid pipe-hit didn't piss me off or make me angry."

"Why don't you get on with killing me already?"
"I could kill you in an instant, princess, so I'd watch my tone if I were you." "I'll...I'll split you in two."

"Guess what—?" "—I don't believe you."
"No one can help you now."
"Why should I care?"

"You can't escape me." "I will kill you."
"—And take your little soul, too!"

—

"So that's why..." You figured out with a frightened expression, fear flooding through your body while your mind replayed those malicious memories. "That's why he was so intent on catching me...Because you and the parents of Springwood all ganged up on him...Because you all took matters into your own hands, and—"

"—It was Mrs. Thompson's idea. She even took his knives." Your mother tiredly interjected, wiping her eyes from earlier and trying to comfort herself. "That's why I despise him. That's why he should be dead. Because he's nothing more than a sociopath. Because he just doesn't care. I'm worried for you, (Y/n). I'm scared. But I just don't know what I can do for you. I feel so pathetic. I...I feel so...so—"

"Mom. Stop." You silenced her sternly, your expression softening at her tearful glance and seeing why she'd go along with such a vengeful plan. "Please. You are many, many things, but you are not pathetic. I don't think what you and the parents of Springwood did was right...I'm sorry. But I can see what made you - and them - act that way back then. I can see why you'd snap."

"Are you...Are you really going to carry on staying there...? Living with...with them...!?" She hysterically bursted out - her lack of trust in each and every slasher returning immediately. "I mean, I know you were coerced and all, but Krueger's psychotic, Hannibal proved that looks can be deceiving, and Michael over there is a straight-up psychopath...! You say they won't hurt you, but how can you possibly be sure...!?"

"I'm not sure." You calmly replied, repeating her panicked words before holding her hands in yours. "You're right. There's no way for me to possibly know that. But you're just going to have to accept that I live there now. That place is my home. I'm dating them and there's nothing anybody can do about it. But please...please don't concern yourself over the choice I've made. I mean...I mean...I'll visit you more often...! I'll even give you my new phone number when my new phone arrives if that'll make you happy...! Will that cheer you up...?"

"Your new...phone number...?" Your mother's eyes widened with surprise, plainly not expecting that response from you. "What happened to your old phone...? Did something happen...?"

"Yeah, that's somethin' that we'd like to know too. Know what we mean, (Y/n)~?" Stu added in amusement, shooting you an angelic smile before smirking a few seconds afterwards.

"After all, you never really told us~" Billy wickedly hummed, siding with your mother's bemusement and behaving as though they didn't know why your phone was broken.

"Don't you two even start. You both know why." You muttered under your breath sharply, embarrassment clouding your cheeks while you quickly remembered what you'd done to avoid the previous "unwanted admirers".

—

""I don't care what this is to you, but I am TWO seconds away from calling the—"
"They'd never make it in time. And I think you know that too. More than anyone."
"What do you want...?"
"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE."

—

"I just...Well, uh...Um..." You stuttered shyly, having trouble explaining and wondering how on Earth to tell her without spilling the truth. "It's sort of difficult to describe what happened. I kinda broke it...and then after I had, it ended up not working. But the others offered to buy me a new one, so that's good, isn't it...?"

"Of course that's good...! I'd wondered why you'd stopped texting and calling me all of a sudden...that must've been why." Your mother summed up contentedly, evidently happy that you were alright and that nothing bad had happened to you. "I'll give you my number right now - just so we don't forget or anything. Let me go and get my phone real quick..."

Once she'd left the living room, you breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed; resting your elbows on top of your knees before leaning against the palms of your hands lightly. But then you sent Michael a strict look - irritated by his aggressive attitude from a few minutes ago. "Look." You scolded him severely, trying to keep your composure and stay calm. "I know that you like to be unusually possessive of me...unnecessarily protective...etcetera etcetera, but throwing my Mom to the ground like that was WAY over-the-top...!"

"He's a complete and utter psycho." Stu commented with dark disgust, giving another shake of his head while watching Billy sit down on the sofa next to you, on the opposite side. "What'd you expect? He doesn't care about anybody, let alone their feelings."

"Sorry (Y/n), but I have to agree with Stu on this one." Billy tenderly agreed, sending you a regretful smile of his own whilst he held one of your hands between both of his. "I know you like to see the best in everybody - and I think that's amazing - but sometimes, you just have to admit that some people just don't have positive emotions."

"Mmhm..." Stu carried on dolefully, sitting on the same side of the sofa that your mother previously had. "You'll just end up getting yourself hurt or stressed-out, or somethin', y'know...?"

"Hey...! That's not entirely true...!" You fiercely disagreed, disagreeing with them right off the bat after you'd seen Michael glare at the others with the utmost of rage. "Michael does have feelings, just like everyone else does...! He just...He just has trouble containing them, that's all."

"Oh, (Y/n)...(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)~" Billy ended up chuckling slightly, your response evidently amusing him and Stu to some degree. "Why must you always act this way~? It's so cute~"

"He's certainly not wrong~" Stu hummed slyly, wrapping his arm around your waist and hugging you from the side instead of the front or behind. "You always act so sweet. It's absolutely adorable~"

"Hey...! What are you—!?"

"I'm back...! Sorry I took so long, I forgot that I'd left my phone in the kitchen instead of my bedroom, hahaha..." Your mother thankfully interrupted, entering the room while she unlocked her phone and passed it over to you. "Do you have something you can write the number down with...? I'd be more than happy to go and grab you a pencil and a piece of—"

"No, no, that's okay...!" You exclaimed with a flustered expression, shoving the two guys to the side before standing up yourself. "Michael has a notepad and pen I can borrow to copy everything down...don't you, Michael...?"

Begrudgingly, Michael dipped his head and deathly nodded; whipping out said items before passing them over and allowing you to write your mother's number down on said paper. But - for good measure - you delicately tore the piece of paper off the notepad and tucked it inside your pocket; making sure that Michael didn't try anything shady or fishy. "There we go. So don't worry, Mom, I'll be sure to message or call you as soon as I've gotten my new phone, alright...? That sound good...?"

"Mmhm." She feebly smiled, giving you a hug flowing with warmth right after you'd handed the notepad/pen back to Michael. "Sounds good to me~"