"Ah (Y/n), welcome home. It's such a delight to have you back here again." Hannibal greeted you in his usual, charming fashion; flashing you one of his gentlemanlike smiles immediately after he'd opened the house's front door and watched you enter inside. "I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself over at Camp Crystal Lake."

"Oh, um, yes...That I...did." You hesitantly retaliated, giving him a pleasant smile in return and trying to calm yourself down due to your previous behaviour. At least, your bad attitude before you'd left. "Enjoy myself, I mean. It was definitely...relaxing...to unwind over by the lake and walk through the woods...like I usually do."

"How...nice to hear." He respectfully responded, taking one of your hands into his before planting a kiss delicately on top of your fingers. "I'd hate for Jason to cause you any more trouble, considering everything you already have to go through when visiting him."

"Everything I already have to go through...?" You quoted with sarcasm, raising your eyebrows before rolling your eyes and heading into the hallway.

"Please don't misunderstand, mi amore~" Hannibal softly murmured after placing one of his hands upon your shoulders and preventing you from heading directly upstairs. "I was just extremely worried about you when you...lashed out at us the way you did."

"O...Oh...Yeah...About that..." You mumbled apologetically, avoiding his gaze and staring at the hallway floor instead of the other killers. "I really didn't mean to burst out the way I did. I...I'm sorry..."

"O-Oh, (Y/n)...!" Norman exclaimed with ecstasy, happiness leaking from his tone as he bounced down the stairs to engulf you into an adoring embrace. "O...Of course w-we knew that y...you didn't mean it...! I...I'm just s-so...SO happy t-that you've finally c...come home...!"

"You are...? B...But I acted so...I acted so angry towards you guys..." You pointed out in a surprised tone, embarrassment swirling around your expression whilst you carried on biting your lip and awkwardly patting Norman's back. "I...I lost my composure, and...and I didn't behave like myself at all..."

"You were...upset with us. Personally, I think you had every single right to shout at us." The psychiatrist commented with an intelligent mindset, Norman nodding at his remark while Billy and Stu dipped their heads at the very same time. "Especially Pennywise, considering he didn't take your feelings about the doll into account, nor did he take your reaction very serious—"

"Okay, okay...! Point taken...! I see what you mean...about earlier and such." You dryly remarked, pushing yourself away from everybody before moving closer towards the stairs. "Anyway, if you'll all excuse me, I really need to unpack my backpack from today and get ready to cook for tonight's dinner."

"But of course. Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything though, mi amore." Agreeing to your simple demands instantaneously, Hannibal shot you an extremely sweet smile; acting strangely out-of-character as you stopped yourself from frowning. He was behaving like his entire character arc needed to be rewritten, or redesigned, or something of that nature.

However you were way too exhausted from this morning and your trip to Camp Crystal Lake to focus on the others right now. If anything, you had to unpack the things from your backpack, head downstairs again, cook a meal for dinner - considering you still hadn't converted over to Hannibal's culture yet - and then fall asleep -slash- deal with Freddy's crap. Not to mention forget about this entire creepy doll conflict. Though wait a minute...Glancing around, you hurriedly looked all over the place - the doll missing from where you last tossed it. The doll wasn't sitting on top of your bedroom drawers, where you'd previously shoved it. Fear flooded your veins when you noticed that the doll was secretly hidden inside your wardrobe; sitting at the bottom and slyly grinning. With a stunned gasp, you took a step or two back, internally panicking and silently wondering what the Hell you were supposed to do here. But then your horror cleared; hurt and hatred clouding your heart due to feeling het-up and taunted instead.

"Are you guys SERIOUS...!?" You hotly shouted, throwing your backpack straight next to your bed and clenching your fists as a consequence of losing your temper like the very last time. "This ISN'T funny whatsoever...! This is obviously ONE of you...! So just OWN up and ADMIT it already...!"

"—I agree, I do find my jokes the most amusing, if I had to pick out of all of these idiots~" Freddy drawled aloud, popping right into existence before leaning mischievously against one of your bedroom walls. "Hi again there, Sugar, how've you been~?"

"Don't mess with me. Your jokes aren't amusing. This isn't amusing." Gritting your teeth and retorting with resentment, you glared at the dream demon angrily; catching him off-guard and causing him to behave oddly bewildered. "I've had just about enough of your immature behaviour."

"I'm sorry, bitch WHAT? Care to explain? Because I don't know what the FUCK you're going ON about right now." He sharply snapped, pulling himself away from the wall so he could hold his knifed hand menacingly out.

"Just own up to it...! I know for a fact that you placed that doll in my wardrobe...!" You blamed him furiously, pointing your finger at the doll whilst directing his attention over to the smirking doll.

"Why the HELL would I waste my time playing around with such a shit-looking object? I mean LOOK at it, sweetheart. I'm NOT a loser." Insulting it rudely, Freddy shook his head and stared at you with rage; the demonic killer plainly offended by your sudden accusations while the others entered your bedroom one-by-one.

"(Y-Y/n)...!? Is...Is everything alright...!? Wh-What's wrong...!?" Norman anxiously cried aloud, hurrying inside first before clasping his hands against his chest and staring at you with distress.

"Well it wasn't Jason. So therefore it was either you, Penny, Michael, Norman, Hannibal, Billy or Stu." You spoke towards Freddy stubbornly; narrowing your gaze as you watched Pennywise pop into view, Michael swiftly move into sight, noticed Norman burst into tears and then saw the psychiatrist sigh after entering your bedroom himself.

"(Y/n), dearest, why don't you...head back downstairs, and we'll handle the doll dilemma from here on out...?" Hannibal offered softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he attempted to calm you down to some degree. "That way you don't have to worry about finding out the person...responsible for...cruelly trying to pester you."

"W-Well it had to be one of you guys...!" You protested in a desperate tone, still sounding relatively infuriated while your stubbornness continued to stay. "I mean c'mon...! Jason's not allowed into this house - not to mention he was by my side the whole afternoon...! So who else could've entered my bedroom whilst I was at Camp Crystal Lake...?"

"Oh, so THIS is what this is all about. You're still scared." Chuckling evilly, Freddy smirked just like the doll; losing his confusion while you kept glaring at him. "You're still placing the blame on us because you're still insecure."

"I'm NOT insecure. I'm just...pissed-off." You fired back in a fierce fashion, reacting to his words without any hesitation and breaking free from Hannibal's hold to confront Freddy instead.

"D'aww, of course you're not insecure, doll-face~" The dream demon maliciously mocked, making a pun about your problem and taunting you on purpose before going on. "After all, it's not as if you're losing your mind or constantly losing your temper, or anything like that~"

"Enough, Krueger." Hannibal scolded the demonic slasher coldly, raising his voice whilst defending you. "Honestly. You are the worst source of comfort I've ever been forced to even stumble across."

"Ugh, whatever. It was probably either the FUCKING clown or the FUCKING stalker. This has got absolutely NOTHING to do with ME. Got that, bitch?" Freddy answered without any further interest; shrugging carelessly as he aimed his finger-knives' forefinger at not only Pennywise, but Michael as well.