"The...Good Guy dolls...did?" You repeated blankly; surprise not just taking control of your voice, but your expression too. "Are you telling me that a...a little kids' toy-line can mess up the very same business that created them...?"

"Yup." Dipping his head as a quick nod, Stu agreed with you; a sly smirk sliding across his facial features once he'd seen how you'd responded. Because in his eyes, you were just far too cute sometimes. "Sounds like bullshit, I know. But their history is 100% legit. I'm not even joking."

"Uh...Sure. Because that totally doesn't sound crazy or anything..." You replied in a sarcastic fashion, rolling your eyes at his remark and wondering whether or not to actually continue with your intrigued, interested inquiries. "So then...How did the "Good Guys" ruin their publicity...?"

"Well, there wasn't much to them. They said three sentences, moved their heads, and blinked their eyes. Along with the dolls, multiple accessories were made to be bought with them, such as a fireman, a soldier, and a construction worker set." Stu explained lightly, giving a small shrug straight afterwards and letting Billy carry on with the conversation.

"While being pursued by Mike Norris almost a decade ago, 30-year-old Charles Lee Ray - the same one that was being chased on the News - used it to start up killing again, placing it on different shelves and pretending that the doll was behind said murders." Billy continued with amusement, pointing at the Good Guy doll and finding the history funny. "He called himself the "Lakeshore Strangler" back in the day, and was finally caught a few weeks ago, due to being betrayed by his friend and accomplice Eddie Caputo."

"Seems like this Charles Lee Ray guy really was a dangerous serial killer, after all..." You mused aloud dryly, taken aback by his dark history and coldhearted past.

"You should take it home." Billy playfully commented, his remark throwing you off and surprising you.

"What...!? Why me...!?" You exclaimed in embarrassment, wondering why on Earth those two wished for you take it back with you. "It's a children's toy...! Why the Hell would I take a kid's toy home with me...!? It looks like something that was tossed and thrown away to begin with...!"

"I believe that would be what you'd call "recycling"." Stu responded pleasantly, chipping in and causing you to feel even more awkward.

"Why not one of you guys...? You both seem to know more about this toy than I do." You suspiciously brought up, narrowing your eyes before flashing another cautious look towards the doll.

"It might be a good learning experience." He replied breezily, a mischievous grin spreading across his face whilst he stifled a chuckle.

"A Good Guy experience." Billy joined in with a devious smile, finding your confusion entertaining while you bewilderedly laughed.

"Uh, right..." You spoke hesitantly, curious as to whether or not you should actually take said doll. "A "learning experience"."

"It's pretty strange though, isn't it Stu...?" Billy inquisitively questioned, glancing back at the doll before growing puzzled again. "I mean, if they died out all those years ago, then how come there's one here...? That doesn't really make any sense. And it looks like it just got created. Like it just got made."

"Really...? You guys can tell just from that one...?" You asked nervously, hugging the sides of your arms while you attempted to feel less freaked out by the child's toy. "You two can tell that it's been recently created...?"

"Uh-huh. That's definitely been made as of late. Just look at it. There's not a single scratch or dirt on that thing." Stu mentioned with a sceptical glint in his eyes, frowning at the doll and finding that strange. "Doesn't that seem oddly bizarre to you...?"

"I mean, I guess..." You decided quietly, averting your eyes before pushing your concerns to the side. "Perhaps I should take it home...for recycling purposes—"

"—Hang on, wait. How do we know that this thing isn't stolen...?" Suddenly stopping yourself from picking up the box, you fretted about the item's origins and whether you should actually take it back or not.

"Well, it looks to me like this thing just got thrown away." Billy mulled thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side a little bit and checking how clean the box seemed to be.

"Seriously...?" You sighed, raising your eyebrows whilst worrying. "This doesn't give you any horror movie vibes...? We find a suspicious-looking doll in the middle of a weirdly long alleyway, and it seems to be the very last of its company's toy-line...?"

"You may have a point there..." Stu devilishly chuckled, a smirk sliding across his face after he heard you say that. "Still though, I can't help but be interested in said doll. Why would somebody make a Good Guy doll, when they died out so long ago...?"

"Stu's got a point. This looks brand new, when the Good Guy dolls lost popularity years ago. The Play Pals toy factory stopped creating them back in 1988." Billy stated with an amused tone of his own; standing up before leaning against a building's walls with his arms crossed.

"Stopped creating them...in 1988..?" You echoed in a stunned voice, your eyes widening at his explanation and not being able to believe it. "But that's so long ago...! How come there's one right here then...!?"

"Who knows...?"
"Who can say...?" Both males answered you at the same time; both of their responses being nonchalant and casual as the two of them shot you an extremely smug smile. "Perhaps the company's bringing them back...?"

"I doubt that." You scornfully scoffed, picking up the toy box once you'd digested the history fully. "I think some family's just tossed it away because their kid didn't want it anymore."

"Damn, that's brutal." Stu declared with another grin, finding your slight insult towards the toy hilarious. "Who knows, the doll might still work. You never know."

"I'll try it out when I get home. If it's this clean, it probably still does." You tiredly decided, glancing up at the sky and noticing how dark the clouds had suddenly become.

"Need any help carrying it home...? It seems to be a little too...heavy for you." Billy asked worriedly, holding his arms out and offering to carry it for you.

"Oh, um, sure...Thank you..." You politely thanked him, passing the Good Guy toy box over into his arms before the three of you continued your walk back towards your house. "I appreciate the help."

"So you really are taking it home, after all." Throwing you a smug grin himself, Billy joined your side; you, him, and Stu carrying on.

"Well, if it really has been recently made, then it most likely does still work, which means someone from the University will want it - y'know, for nostalgia or something like that." You theorised cleverly, grasping the strap of your backpack while moving.

"Oh, so you're thinking about selling it then...?" Stu quizzed curiously, holding it between his hands as he kept on moving through the forest's secret trails.

"I mean, if it actually does still work." You timidly told them both, approaching your home before being engulfed into a bear-hug by Michael straight afterwards. That made you smile. "Hi Michael."

"(Y...Y/n)...! Welcome h-home...!" Flinging open the front door, Norman bounded through the doorway and also curled his arms around you; nuzzling against your neck whilst blatantly showing how much love he felt for you at that very moment.

"Ah, thank you." You shyly smiled, wrapping your arms around Michael's body in return first before doing the same with Norman. "It's uh, good to see you guys too. Hopefully you guys had a good day as well...?"

"Well, I'd say that mine was pretty...mediocre...as far as days tend to go." Hannibal's polite voice called from the front door, the psychiatrist stepping towards you after Norman had literally leapt into your arms.

"Mediocre...? Did something bad happen...?" You asked self-consciously, concern clouding your expression as you tried to console him somehow.

"Oh, no, no, no...Nothing like that." His gentle tone replied calmly; cradling your left side of your face with his right hand before his thumb delicately brushed over your cheek. "My days just end up repeating themselves...becoming rather repetitive and...uninteresting, I suppose you could say."

"Ah, I...I see..." Deciding not to question his dark response, you appreciated his affectionate embrace and instead continued to greet everyone.

"Are you sure you don't want us to come in and help you place this in your room, (Y/n)...?" Stu questioned with a worried look, holding your hand in both of us before giving it a loving squeeze.

"P-Place what in her r-room...?" Norman cut in coldly, hating Billy and Stu almost immediately.

"None of your business, Bates." Billy retorted back at him, recalling their last fight and still holding a grudge against Norman too.

—

"God, you are SO annoying, you probably make your Happy Meal cry every day...!"
"H-How DARE you—"
"—Okay, okay...!" "I think that's enough. Don't you guys...? I mean, it's getting late...None of us have had any dinner yet...And besides, you two have to feel somewhat tired by now, right...? Right...?"

"T-This ISN'T over-!" "J-JUST because you g-got l-lucky tonight, D-DOESN'T mean—"
"Hey, hey, hey...! Let's not stress ourselves out too much...!" "Why don't you...Why don't you calm yourself down by getting a glass of water or juice, and wait for me in the dining room...? Dinner won't be that long anyway, so try to relax, alright...?"

—

"It's nothing to worry about, Norman." You hastily informed him, raising your hands up and shooting the dark-haired male a sheepish smile at the same time. "It's...It's just a kid's toy that the three of us found in an alleyway on the way back from the University. It...Well, I thought that it looked...cute...? I decided to take it back here and learn more about it - y'know, just to see if anybody from the University was interested about buying-slash-taking it off my hands."

"O...Oh...I-I see...!" Clapping his hands together, Norman cheered up, smiling back at you and losing his sour attitude as his mood changed completely. "S-So...So you're just going t-to sell it t-then...?"

"O-Only for nostalgia...!" You told Norman and the others timorously; suddenly feeling oddly embarrassed by the Good Guy Doll and the box it was contained in. "I'm not going to just keep on looking for things on the street so I can sell them...!"

"Of course you wouldn't. We understand, dearest. Please don't assume that we'd jump to such a trivial conclusion." Hannibal spoke soothingly, his right hand's fingers now stroking through the strands of your hair whilst he did his best to calm you down.

Though a few minutes later, the intellectual male turned towards Stu and shifted his attention over to him; Hannibal's previous, passionate actions leaving your cheeks to glow a dark-heavy pink as your heartbeat decided to accelerate exponentially. "Thank you for your generous offer, but we'll take it from here." Rejecting Stu's previous offer that was obviously intended for you, Hannibal flashed him a fake smile and gestured for Michael to take the Good Guy box; the stalker tearing it away from Stu and holding almost at once.

"We were asking, (Y/n). NOT you freaks." Billy viciously snapped, gritting his teeth before he gripped his hands tightly together too. "So back off already."

"Michael just wanted to...to help me out, that's all...!" You blurted out in distress; preventing Hannibal from provoking everybody even further and then having both Michael, Norman, Billy and Stu all end up attacking each other. "I'll um...I'll see you guys on Sunday...?"

"You don't wanna hang out tomorrow...?" Billy questioned with an insatiable amount of disappointment, his gaze now gleaming gloomily as he glanced down at the ground.

"Sorry, but I'm spending time with Jason tomorrow." You admitted loyally, remembering that you spent days with him on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. "I spend every other day at Camp Crystal Lake. Stalking me for the last couple of weeks, you should know -slash- remember that."

"So they forced you to create a schedule...? Just so they could wreck your so-called "freedom" even more?" Stu mentioned sulkily, bringing up what you'd promised Jason before throwing it immediately back into your face.

"That's not it at all...! I made it, NOT the others." You defended your partners icily, sending them a dark glare and causing them to become off-guard. "I created said plan, so Jason felt less lonely. Not because I was coerced into anything."

"But that...that just gives you less free-time...I...I don't understand..." Billy's heated argument weakened, his gripped hands and angry twitching making him emotionally unstable again.

"Let's just leave it alone, bro. We...We don't have the numbers to start something right now..." Stu murmured into Billy's ear cautiously, placing one hand onto his shoulder and attempting to move him a step or two back.

"B-But—!"
"Besides, we'll see (Y/n) on Sunday...Right...?" Carefully double-checking with you, Stu looked back in your direction and away from Billy's, both eighteen-year-olds continuing to show massive amounts of salt.

"Yeah...! Yeah, you...will..." You wearily promised, showing them another strained smile while also trying to keep everyone's composure under control. Luckily, your steady effect calmed the slashers down, waving at them both when Stu eventually managed to steer Billy away from the house, both stalkers waving at you in return before they finally left the slashers' domain.