Still feeling salty, Michael narrowed his eyes and shook his head; silently telling you that whoever you saw WASN'T him, but in the end he let it go, realising that there wasn't really any way he could mainly convince you. So after hugging you back, he rested his head on top of yours and then disappeared, the stalker obviously either having enough for tonight or waiting to watch you sleep tonight - which either way you were fine with. With a weary sigh, you politely said Goodnight to Hannibal, Norman and Pennywise, rolling your eyes towards Freddy before giving him a sarcastic wave and leaving him to vanish into thin air a minute or two later. Heading into your bedroom, you wished everybody else sweet dreams - with Norman tagging behind you like a little lost puppy, and Freddy plainly wanting to mess around with your nightmares - but you definitely demanded every single male to turn around whilst you got changed into your pyjamas. After you'd headed into the bathroom again, you brushed your teeth and fell excessively more exhausted as the time passed; flicking your bedroom light off and shutting the door before flopping onto your bed, right next to Norman as he curled his arms around your waist and hugged you abruptly from behind.

Falling asleep, you dealt with Freddy almost immediately afterwards; the dream demon messing with your mind during the dreamworld while also attempting to make you feel even more tired. Fighting against new nightmares, you freaked out and woke up around 9:30/10AM, feebly gasping and sitting up before Norman had even woken up. Stifling a yawn, you rubbed at your eyes and glanced at the time - recognising that it was earlier than your usual waking hours. Goddammit Freddy. Ah well, it's not like falling back asleep would fix any of your former conflicts. If anything, that would cause more and more problems between you and the demonic slasher. Yeah...It would probably be best if you just— Hold on a second...No...Wait...That wasn't possible. Slipping your feet over to the other side of the bed, you curiously stood up; now approaching the "Good Guy Doll" and noticing how the doll had changed position. Because the doll wasn't in the box anymore, he was sitting on top of your drawers and creepily smiling.

Was this a prank...? Was one of the others messing with you or something...? Because if so, this wasn't very funny. At least, not to you. Wanting to make sure that the others definitely weren't joking with you, you cautiously advanced the clean toy and pushed the soft spot on the back of his head; surprised when gears whirred and the doll's baby blue yet tony eyes snapped open. Weird...Should you speak to the doll...? What were you supposed to say...? Staring at the back of the box, you saw the main phrase that you were told to tell the "Good Guy Doll": "Hi, I'm (Your Name). What's your name?" - so that's what you said, telling the doll your name in a soft tone of voice so that Norman could stay asleep. The doll now peculiarly activating towards you, he suddenly replied in a high-pitched, little voice of his own; his lips badly out of sync with his words as his head swiftly swivelled in the direction of where you were standing. Was he just terribly programmed...? Or was it all because you needed to fix him...?

"Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend 'till the end...! Hidey ho, ha-ha-ha...!" The Good Guy Doll greeted in a bubbly and bright manner, his words making you jump and feel startled out of absolutely nowhere.

"Well, aren't you something...?" You spoke to the toy softly, giving the doll a good-natured high-five and doing your best to be civil. "Pleasure to meet you, Chucky. I guess I'm your friend now too, huh...?"

"(Y...Y/n)...? Y-You're already...awake...?" Norman mumbled sleepily, rubbing at his eyes before sitting up and speaking to you.

"Oh, um, yeah...I've been up since nine-thirty, slash, ten..." You sheepishly admitted, turning your attention away from Chucky and talking to Norman instead. "How'd you sleep anyway...? You feeling okay this morning...?"

"I-I slept great last night...! A...And all thanks to those Hypnocil Pills y...you lent me t-too." The dark-haired male mentioned with immense gratitude; swinging his legs over to the opposite side of the bed and standing up moments after.

"Hey, no problem...I guess that it both worked out for us in the end, anyway." Laughing lightly, you wrapped your arms around Norman and gave him your usual morning hug, happy that he wasn't massively tired. "You - finally - got some good sleep, and I - finally - managed to pacify Freddy. Well...to some degree."

"A...Are y-you seriously going t...to keep t-that creepy thing...?" Norman coolly inquired; flashing a cautious glance towards the "Good Guy Doll" and growing oddly uneasy.

"Norman relax. It's just a silly, old doll. It calls itself Chucky, and it only says the three phrases that it's supposed to. That is all." You comforted your boyfriend casually, doing your best to keep him calm and console him all at once.

"I...I don't know...I-It seems unusually...different than the rest of its kind..." He unsteadily declared, insulting the toy and eyeing the doll with ultimate dislike.

"Here, he can learn your name and everything. You just have to give him a chance and inform him. C'mon, Norman." You argued with a pleading tone of voice, waiting for him to turn around while you got dressed into your usual clothes for the day.

"I...s-suppose so..." Norman agreed, picking the doll up and spinning around whilst you got changed out of your pyjamas. "But K-Krueger and Pennywise e-even sensed Soul Power i-in it. D-Don't you...Don't y-you think that's strange...?"

"Well, maybe Freddy and Penny were just messing." You commented nonchalantly, shaking your head as you completed getting ready. "Or perhaps they just didn't know what they were talking about."

"I...I don't know, (Y/n)...T-This doll seems—"

"Ah, angelo mio, good morning." Hannibal called from your doorway politely, shooting you an incredibly sweet smile and gentle gaze. "My apologies. I tried knocking after I called your name the very first time, but it appeared that you didn't seem to notice. I'm extremely sorry, I probably shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and assumed that—"

"Assumed...? How come you assumed...? I was just about to head downstairs, regardless." You curiously remarked, dropping your hairbrush down on top of your drawers before flashing him a shy smile in return. "But a good morning to you too. I pray you slept well last night...?"

"I certainly received the required amount." The intelligent male respectfully responded, showing you another soft smile before replying to your first question and telling you the real truth. "And to answer genuinely, I'd just assumed that Krueger had given you even more nightmare terrors, to be perfectly honest."

"Oh, Hannibal, Freddy may be irritating, but he swore not to cause my exhaustion to become overly excessive or extreme. So, really. I'll be fine." You replied to him with mischievous amusement; placing your hands atop his shoulders after pressing your lips delicately against his own. "Just fine~"

"Well, as long as you're sure, Mia Cara." Hannibal murmured in deep amusement of his own, holding you by your waist and hugging you close at the same time. "I wouldn't want some childish dream demon putting you in danger all because of his pathetic lack of compassion and consideration towards others."

"And I wouldn't want to start a fight between all of you merely because of how easy it is for you to provoke others." You dryly retaliated, rolling your eyes and becoming sarcastic after you broke free from his grasp; brushing past him and heading into the hallway.

"Touché~" The psychiatrist chuckled devilishly, Norman throwing him a smug smirk and following you out of the room almost immediately.