"Now then, why don't you tell me exactly what happened between you and Michael...?"

"There's not really all that much to tell, to be perfectly honest with you..." You awkwardly admitted, holding the glass of water in the middle of both hands before taking a sip or two. "I was taking my daily shower, and as I was, a flash of white flickered from behind the door. You can't say that doesn't sound suspicious."

"Mmm...True. You have every single right to be on-edge, slash, distressed." The psychiatrist calmly agreed with you, folding his legs while also holding his hands together. "After all, what Myers did was certainly no laughing matter."

"I guess...I just...I just didn't think that Michael would try something like that, right out of the blue..." You sighed unhappily, placing the glass of water down on the table so that you could tuck a stray strand of hair back behind your ear and console yourself at the same time. "And right after promising not to peep at me too...!"

"Could it be possible that it might've been one of the others...?" Hannibal mused in a casual manner, causing you to bite your lip and ponder over said conflict. "To borrow one of Michael's masks so they could prank you from behind...?"

"You really think that one of the others would actually go that far...?" You questioned with the intellectual male uneasily, wondering if their cruelty and boredom would stem that far.

"Believe me, I definitely wouldn't doubt it. It wouldn't surprise me if this was one of Krueger's silly little schemes, or something along those lines." He seriously stated, shaking his head before raising his eyebrows and slating the dream demon off almost immediately.

"But then that would mean that I threw Michael under the bus for absolutely no reason." You bursted out in a frantic fashion, freaking out and worrying about how hurt the stalker must've felt.

"Though you can't necessarily know that for sure, mia amata (Y/n)." Hannibal brought up mildly, leaning back a little bit whilst he mulled over his previous words for you. "You can't know for sure whether or not Myers truly or really was behind your Peeping Tom crimes or not. It's highly likely that he was, however jumping to conclusions wouldn't be such a good thing to do at this time."

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"Well, well, well, I certainly didn't think that you'd have that left in you, Mikey-boi~" The dream demon wickedly hummed, acting unbelievably smug while he messed around - and mocked - Michael some more. "What an unusually bizarre surprise."

"ᗯᕼOEᐯEᖇ (Y/ᑎ) ᔕᗩᗯ ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗰE. I ᗪOᑎ'T ᑕᗩᖇE ᗯᕼᗩT - Oᖇ ᗯᕼO - ᔕᕼE ᔕᗩᗯ Iᑎ TᕼE ᗪOOᖇᗯᗩY. TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗰE. TᕼEY ᗯEᖇE ᗩ ᖴᗩKE. ᔕOᗰEOᑎE ᗰᑌᔕT'ᐯE ᔕTOᒪEᑎ OᑎE Oᖴ ᗰY ᗰᗩᔕKᔕ. ᗷᑌT ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG Iᔕ ᗯᖇOᑎG. ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG Iᔕᑎ'T ᖇIGᕼT." The pale-faced stalker scribbled down fiercely; holding it up so that Freddy, Norman and Pennywise could all see. [A/N: "WHOEVER (Y/N) SAW WASN'T ME. I DON'T CARE WHAT - OR WHO - SHE SAW IN THE DOORWAY. THAT WASN'T ME. THEY WERE A FAKE. SOMEONE MUST'VE STOLEN ONE OF MY MASKS. BUT SOMETHING IS WRONG. SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHT."]

"So what, you're saying that our precious (Y/n) could possibly be in danger~?" Freddy cooed in an angelic tone, acting all high-and-mighty as he taunted the silent killer. "What are you suggesting that you do then? Apologise? Demand forgiveness? I highly doubt that bitch is going to forgive you round about now, considering what she thinks that you did at this very moment."

"D-Did you actually do w-what (Y/n) accused you of...? B-Be honest. Now." Norman demanded firmly, narrowing his eyes and finding Michael oddly suspicious.

"ᗯᕼY ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ I ᒪIE!? OᑎE Oᖴ YOᑌ ᑭᖇIᑕKᔕ ᗰᑌᔕT'ᐯE ᔕTOᒪEᑎ OᑎE Oᖴ ᗰY ᗰᗩᔕKᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑌᔕEᗪ IT TO ᑭᖇᗩᑎK ᕼEᖇ ᗯᕼIᒪE ᔕᕼE ᗯᗩᔕ Iᑎ TᕼE ᔕᕼOᗯEᖇ. ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ Iᔕ ᑭᖇETTY ᒪOᗯ ᗷY TᕼE ᗯᗩY, ᗰᗩY I ᗩᗪᗪ." Michael scrawled towards them next; holding his notepad up before whipping his kitchen knife out and clutching it with his right hand menacingly. [A/N: "WHY WOULD I LIE!? ONE OF YOU PRICKS MUST'VE STOLEN ONE OF MY MASKS AND USED IT TO PRANK HER WHILE SHE WAS IN THE SHOWER. WHICH IS PRETTY LOW BY THE WAY, MAY I ADD."]

"Well it wasn't me." Freddy deceitfully responded, leaning against the hallway as he scraped his finger-knives vigorously against the wallpaper. "I would've admitted to my felony and took all of the credit~"

"I-I would NEVER...!" Norman snapped dramatically, sounding extremely hurt and aggravated by the recent accusation. "And just for the r-record, Krueger, that's d-disgraceful."

"Why would I do something that I didn't even know was that offensive...? I wasn't even around during that time." The clownish killer denied in a excessively bored tone of voice, releasing another sigh while he watched you and Hannibal exit his office once you were finished speaking.

"ᗯEᒪᒪ IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᑕᒪEᗩᖇᒪY OᑎE Oᖴ YOᑌ. ᒍᑌᔕT ᗩᗪᗰIT IT ᗩᒪᖇEᗩᗪY, YOᑌ ᗷᗩᔕTᗩᖇᗪᔕ. I ᗪOᑎ'T ᗪEᔕEᖇᐯE TO ᗷE TᕼᖇOᗯᑎ ᑌᑎᗪEᖇ TᕼE ᗷᑌᔕ ᒪIKE TᕼIᔕ." Michael venomously wrote, showing his notepad to everyone else before shoving it back into his boiler suit's pocket a couple of seconds later; so that he could just swing his kitchen knife at the others furiously and violently. [A/N: "WELL IT WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOU. JUST ADMIT IT ALREADY, YOU BASTARDS. I DON'T DESERVE TO BE THROWN UNDER THE BUS LIKE THIS."]

"Woah there, asshole, don't blame me for something that I didn't do." The dream demon darkly retaliated, swiping his gloved hand straight back at Michael and growing slightly pissed off by the sudden attack. "Understand?"

Michael ignored Freddy's warning and swung at him a second time; the stalker slicing through his striped sweater and losing his temper during the process. The demonic killer swore under his breath, growling at how the stalker had gone for him and him specifically. Feeling threatened by everybody, the white-masked male ended up attacking each and every one of the serial killers; Norman, Pennywise, Freddy - again - and even Hannibal too. Prepared for this, the psychiatrist used his pocket-knife and cleverly dodged Michael's outburst; curling his arm around your waist and protecting you at the very same time. You, though, were shocked by how malicious your mute partner was reacting - not realising just how insulted Michael really was. But if you didn't do something quick, this situation would just spiral completely and utterly out of control. You had to do something to calm Michael down, and you had to do something to calm Michael down now...!

"Michael wait a minute...! There's no need for this...!" You exclaimed in a stunned manner, your eyes widening at him swinging his knife around erratically. "What are you doing...!?"

Your questions caused Michael to stop for a moment, the quiet killer pushing his weapon back into his pocket so he could chat to you once again. "I'ᗰ TEᗩᑕᕼIᑎG TᕼEᔕE ᒍᗩᑕKᗩᔕᔕEᔕ ᑎOT TO ᖴᑌᑕK ᗯITᕼ ᗰE. ᗩKᗩ, TEᗩᑕᕼIᑎG TᕼEᗰ ᗩ ᒪEᔕᔕOᑎ. ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᗪIᗪᑎ'T ᗪO ᗯᕼᗩT YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK I ᗪIᗪ, (Y/ᑎ). ᖇEᗩᒪᒪY. I ᗪIᗪᑎ'T. I ᗪOᑎ'T KᑎOᗯ ᕼOᗯ EᒪᔕE TO ᑭᑌT IT, Oᖇ ᕼOᗯ TO ᑭᖇOᐯE ᗰY IᑎᑎOᑕEᑎᑕE. ᗷᑌT IT ᒍᑌᔕT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗰE, OKᗩY???<3" He replied as truthfully as he could; genuine tears of desperation pricking at the edges of his gaze while he answered you. [A/N: "I'M TEACHING THESE JACKASSES NOT TO FUCK WITH ME. AKA, TEACHING THEM A LESSON. BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO WHAT YOU THINK I DID, (Y/N). REALLY. I DIDN'T. I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO PUT IT, OR HOW TO PROVE MY INNOCENCE. BUT IT JUST WASN'T ME, OKAY???<3"]

"Okay, okay, okay...! I believe you...! I'm sorry...!" Finding honesty in his words, you were able to forgive him - breathing out in relief when you wrapped your arms around Michael and gave him a gentle hug afterwards. "Let's just not have a repeat of earlier, m'kay...? I'd rather not be peeped on in the shower a second time. It's not fun."