"M-Michael does own s-several masks..." Norman agreed unwillingly, siding with Freddy before shooting Michael an icy glare himself. "N...Not to mention P-Pennywise h...has hurt (Y-Y/n) in t-the past. S-So Krueger's accusations d-do seem to make sense...to some sort of d-degree..."

"I can vouch for that. Considering you're a known stalker and the clown is a killer too, it's pretty obvious to everyone where your...certain skills lie." Billy chipped in with a fake sigh of disappointment; Stu shaking his head while also joining in with the other slashers' thoughts on said matter.

"You'd better be joking about this being me, little boy, because I don't take lightly to pathetic claims such as these." Pennywise spoke up psychotically, shifting into his darker form as he also unstably grinned.

"Well, like our precious (Y/n) plainly pointed out, it has to be one of us, right sweet-face~?" Freddy deceitfully drawled out, curling his arms around you from behind before deciding to pull you directly into his chest. "I blame Myers personally~"

"Now hold on just a second—" You protested in a panic, noticing how hurt and het-up Michael was becoming. "I-I don't know who to blame yet. All I know is that one of you did it while I was hanging out with Jason, and that is all—"

"I blame Krueger myself. He's untrustworthy, twisted, two-faced, and dishonest. Completely corrupted. Of course he'd lie and throw somebody else under the bus. He'd do that without any regret whatsoever. He's nothing but a...but a sociopath...!" Penny pointed out spitefully, showing his dislike and overall hatred for the dream demon shortly after joining in.

"Oh, and YOU aren't?" Freddy laughed in furious disbelief, his arrogance arising due to Pennywise's insults. "I wasn't the one who turned her friends against her, made her temporarily depressed, poured blood all over her, stole her soul from her, and threatened to kill her below some tacky tunnels."

"You actually did that...?" Stu asked Pennywise curiously, raising his eyebrows whilst folding his arms and looking skeptical.

"That's pretty low dude." Billy commented in an awkward tone, sounding suspicious of the clown and changing suspects. "I'm starting to think that you did this. Not Myers or Krueger."

"Oh? And WHAT evidence do you have exactly to prove that I'M the one responsible for this? Hm...? HM...?" Slyly giggling, Penny sounded slightly insane for a second; his darker form taking over while you became increasingly more stressed-out by everybody's inner rage.

"Uh...You can do the exact same thing that Krueger can, mate." Billy brought up sarcastically, stepping closer to you and making sure that Freddy didn't try anything suspicious.

"Yeah. You can dip in-and-out of reality in a flash." Stu sternly mentioned, standing on the other side of you before continuing. "You can sense Soul Power just like Krueger can."

"So what? What does that have to do with anything?" Pennywise scoffed rudely, sounding bored by their accusations and deciding to just grip a knife in his hand instead.

"Not to mention that you're known to have Telekinesis." Billy remarked with a self-satisfied look and superior attitude. "I mean think about it, Telekinesis and being able to Teleport within mere seconds would make it more than easy to mess with (Y/n). Don't you think so?"

"What, YOU think I'M using my Telekinesis and Teleportation skills to mess with the ONE person I care MOST about? REALLY?" Laughing crazily, Penny remained in his second form; not only grasping the knife that he'd materialised into his hand, but also twitching after he'd possessively and lovingly responded.

"Okay...! Okay...! Let's take this discussion down a notch...!" You called out alarmingly, distress clouding your head while you struggled to keep it together. In fact, you didn't know if you could even keep it together much longer. "We don't have enough clues to wrap this up yet, so if everyone could just—"

"—I-I blame Michael...!"
"—I'm not only going with Krueger, but those weak little Earthlings now too...!"
"—Sorry fuckers. I wish I gave an actual shit about what you guys think, but the truth of the matter is I just, don't."
"—I think the Clown did it...!"
"—Couldn't agree more, Stu...!"

"—GUYS...!" You screamed out in rage, losing your composure and complete calm. "STOP PLACING THE BLAME ON EACH OTHER, AND JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR A MOMENT...!"

"Didn't you just place the blame on Krueger an hour ago though...?" Penny inquired with a puzzled face, bemusement flooding his features after he witnessed your exploding wrath. "And place it on Myers continuously during these last couple of days...?"

"Well, yeah. I...I did." You admitted ashamedly, averting your gaze and losing your anger for a couple of seconds. "But that was out of stress. Out of pressure. And I am very sorry about that. But I'm positive we can figure this out."

"I'm certain we can as well, my dear." Hannibal warmly agreed with you, finally deciding to speak and voice his opinion. "Very well said."

"Thank you." You sighed in relief, sitting down on your bed while also tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear too. "Jeez..."

"I still blame either the Clown or Myers." Freddy rudely announced, throwing both of them a twisted smile as he purposely tried to wind the other two slashers up. "I mean, come on, LOOK at those sorry excuses for characters—"

"Oh, you WEAK disgrace for an actual dream demon—"

"Everyone, please." The intellectual male interjected smoothly, shutting each and every killer down before deciding to continue. "You two are both being completely ridiculous here."

"How so, bitch?" The dream demon retorted bluntly, sending the psychiatrist a glare and trying to pretend as if he didn't even care about being insulted.

"Because both of your speculations towards one another make absolutely no sense." Hannibal smartly showed, shaking his head before sighing himself. "For starters, Michael and Pennywise were both escorting our lovely (Y/n) over to and from Camp Crystal Lake, just like they usually do. Therefore, unless (Y/n) noticed one of them disappear from her side during said time, Krueger's allegation doesn't add up at all."

"One of them could've moved the doll while she was spending time with Voorhees in the camp though, idiot. Didn't think about that, now did you?" Freddy jeered in return, attempting to 1-up Hannibal and prove his theory was correct.

"I hardly doubt that. However, Norman, would you answer something for me?" Hannibal asked calmly, gesturing the worked-up killer to come forth and join his side.

"Uh, s-sure...W-What's going on...?" Norman cautiously replied, narrowing his eyes before he agreed to his simple request.

"As I recall, your room is directly opposite (Y/n)'s, is it not?" Hannibal suddenly noted out of the blue, startling everyone in your bedroom at the same time as he confounded Norman also.

"Y-Yep...Wait, w-what does t-that have to do w-with anything...? W-With the doll...?" Norman snapped back defensively, feeling attacked and quickly blamed.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought that you - of all people - would've noticed somebody suspicious enter her room during the afternoon." Hannibal innocently responded, calming Norman down and causing the blame game to bubble down.

"Yeah...I-I would've." Norman agreed with his remark protectively, nodding his head before clenching his fists. "One...O-One hundred percent. I...I would've n-noticed. B-But nobody did. The door d-didn't open or close, I d-didn't hear anyone e-enter her room, I...I didn't even h-hear the doll get p-picked up, or...or moved."