"Why SHOULD I leave him alone...? AFTER all, I'M not the one who's still FUCKING hu—"

"(Y/n)? Is everything alright in here, dearest?" Hannibal interrupted Freddy calmly, entering the room without a second thought before leaning immediately against your bedroom's doorframe. "These two aren't giving you any trouble, now are they? If so, please don't be reluctant to confirm."

"Giving me any trouble...? Oh...Um..." You stammered from former shock, your eyes still wide from surprise once you'd turned back to the dark-haired male. "I just need to clean out and give Norman actual bandages, before his bleeding dips into an even worse state."

"I doubt that Norman nor Krueger will tell me what's happened during the last few minutes, so would you kindly inform me as to what managed to cause this regrettable chain of events, mia cara?" The psychiatrist pleasantly inquired; directing his question towards you after Michael had instantly shot past him at the speed of light and moved straight next to your side within nothing but seconds.

"I was convinced that Freddy was the one moving the doll around the house - from the living room, to the bathroom, to my bedroom, etcetera etcetera..." You sighed from disappointment; feeling not only dispirited, but disheartened too.

"And what exactly made you think that Krueger was the one held responsible for that?" Hannibal gently asked, taking the palm of your hands in his and giving them a very soft squeeze straight afterwards.

"W...Well, because...because..." Trailing off, you had no idea how to answer - or even how to respond - due to the fact it was clear now that Freddy seemed to be definitely not the creep that you were looking for. "Because he was the only person not at dinner tonight, and Jason would never leave Camp Crystal Lake simply to mess with me...!"

"Listen bitch, JUST because I wasn't at your silly little supper earlier, doesn't mean that I was the one who fucked around with you before. Understand?" The dream demon snapped stubbornly, throwing a temper tantrum and gritting his teeth whilst planning on attacking Norman a third time.

"H-How DARE you..." Norman furiously cut in; pretending not to feel pain while he glared towards the raging slasher. "W...Why don't you E-EVER show (Y/n) ANY sort of respect, huh...? H-HUH...!?"

"And WHAT exactly is going ON here...?" A certain clown called out curiously, teleporting to your other side straightaway before shifting into his darker form and starting to become stressed-out himself.

"I blame little Momma's boy entirely." Freddy lied uncaringly, raising his finger-knives' forefinger and pointing it in Norman's direction with nothing but an unstable smirk. "After all, he's the son-of-a-bitch who keeps annoying me for absolutely NO reason."

"Freddy, that's NOT a reason." You pointed out in annoyance, biting your lip and attempting to keep everyone calm. From Freddy, to Norman, to Penny, to Hannibal, and finally M—

"WHAT'S not a reason...? WHAT did he do...?" Penny possessively demanded; worry washing throughout his expression as he shot a suspicious look towards the demonic slasher.

"H-How was t-this MY fault...!? Krueger s-slashed at my s-shoulder, and then t...took this w-whole situation out o-on (Y/n)...!" Norman cried out to the clown spitefully, shifting Freddy's obfuscated sentence into an even more obscured version of the truth.

...Oh. Great. "I believe you might be stretching the sincerity of your last statement a tiny bit there, Norman." Hannibal summarised with a smooth manner, already being able to shut down the childish fighting between Freddy, Norman and soon-to-be Pennywise too.

"ᗩᖇE YOᑌ OK?<3 I'ᗰ GᖇOᗯIᑎG ᗯOᖇᖇIEᗪ ᗩᗷOᑌT YOᑌ. TᕼEᖇE'ᔕ OᑎᒪY ᔕO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ OᑎE ᑭEᖇᔕOᑎ ᑕᗩᑎ TᗩKE. YOᑌ KEEᑭ GOIᑎG ᑌᑭ ᗩGᗩIᑎᔕT TᕼEᔕE TYᑭEᔕ Oᖴ ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕᖴᑌᒪ TᕼIᑎGᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ'ᒪᒪ ᗷᖇEᗩK. ᔕTOᑭ ᑭᑌᔕᕼIᑎG YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ TOO ᕼᗩᖇᗪ. TᕼIᔕ Iᔕ ᖴᗩᖇ TOO ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ. ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE TᕼIᔕ Iᔕᑎ'T ᒍᑌᔕT ᔕOᑌᒪ ᑭOᗯEᖇ TᕼᗩT YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗪEᗩᒪIᑎG ᗯITᕼ, YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗪEᗩᒪIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᑕᕼIᒪᗪᖇEᑎ ᒪIKE TᕼOᔕE TᕼᖇEE ᗩᔕ ᗯEᒪᒪ. ᑕᗩᑎ'T YOᑌ ᑌᑎᗪEᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪ? ᗷE ᗰOᖇE ᑕᗩᖇEᖴᑌᒪ. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE?<3 ᖴOᖇ ᗰE?<3" [A/N: "ARE YOU OK?<3 I'M GROWING WORRIED ABOUT YOU. THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH ONE PERSON CAN TAKE. YOU KEEP GOING UP AGAINST THESE TYPES OF STRESSFUL THINGS AND YOU'LL BREAK. STOP PUSHING YOURSELF TOO HARD. THIS IS FAR TOO DANGEROUS FOR YOU. BECAUSE THIS ISN'T JUST SOUL POWER THAT YOU'RE DEALING WITH, YOU'RE DEALING WITH CHILDREN LIKE THOSE THREE AS WELL. CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND? BE MORE CAREFUL. PLEASE?<3 FOR ME?<3"] Michael scribbled to you furiously; shaking his head once shoving you the notepad and doing his best to stop potential danger from befalling you.

"Children like THOSE three? Hah. What a fucking JOKE. Speak for YOURSELF, motherfucker!" The hateful dream demon spat back at the stalker in uncontrollable rage, smacking Michael's notepad straight out of his hands and onto your bedroom floor instead.

"Yeah, I think I'm done here." You muttered underneath your breath before turning to Norman and checking that his bleeding hadn't increased or gotten any more serious. "Let's get you into the bathroom now, m'kay...?"

"Y...You really d-don't have to y-y'know, (Y/n)..." Norman mumbled with embarrassment, looking to the side while faintly blushing and shyly smiling at your support. "R-Really, it...it's n-not that big o-of a deal—"

"H...Hannibal...? Would you...Would you mind helping me fix Norman's wounds now...? Please...?" Requesting the psychiatrist's help and stumbling over your words in the process; you prayed that he'd agree to assist you, despite obviously not liking any of the other males that you were dating.

But to your surprise he casually accepted, supporting Norman from the other side whilst also shooting you an incredibly soft smile. "It would be my pleasure, mia amata." Hannibal gently answered; his response causing Norman to narrow his eyes and grow coldly suspicious as the three of you entered the bathroom and left the other room.

"Y-You're helping me n-now...?" Norman questioned defensively, not trusting him in the slightest and deciding to glare at Hannibal from the top of the toilet seat instead.

"Why wouldn't I...? I did just agree to help and heal you after all." The other male reminded him casually, shrugging before throwing Norman an insanely amused smile.

"This should only take a few minutes at most." You comfortingly reassured the dark-haired boy, finding medical supplies in the bathroom cupboard and handing them towards Hannibal directly afterwards. "I may not be the best Nurse in the world, but here, you should be able to fix him up fairly well, shouldn't you...?"

"While I may not be one as of late, I have become a former Surgeon in one of my previous occupations, believe it or not mi amore." The psychiatrist brought up cleverly, taking the necessary things out of your grasp as he smartly explained how skilled he was at restoring others back to their original health states.

"Oh, so you've fixed people up like this before...? You're not just a psychiatrist then...?" You curiously inquired, watching him clean out Norman's wounds and bandage them up in return as well.

"Indeed. I would repair others back to their natural, accustomed physical conditions, and their usual, mental mannerisms usually every other day." Hannibal told you intelligently, his words sounding more and more condescending with each sentence he spoke.

"Oh...is that so...?" You responded with a dry tone, doing your best not to roll your eyes and to help Norman in the meantime. "How...thoughtful of you."

"More like selfish." The dream demon insulted rudely, scraping his finger-knives against the bathroom's doorframe and sounding strangely jealous all of a sudden. "Honestly, I'd show Lecter's true colours, if it weren't for little Momma's boy over there behaving like a baby and just using her via childish emotion."

"H-HEY...! A...Am NOT...!" Norman retaliated with a high-pitched voice, hating the demonic slasher's offensive insult right off the bat. "Y-YOU'RE the one w-who's just USING her...!"

"Guys, please..." You sighed in despair, stress flooding through your veins as you decided to just call it a night. "Can't we all just leave this alone...? Norman's almost healed and it's getting late. I just want to go to sleep and head off."

"Perfectly fine by me, bitch." Freddy declared angrily, hating on each and every one of the other slashers within a single second. "I'm more than done with these losers. Besides, it's all the stupid toy's fault anyway."

"Freddy, wait—" Before you could say anything else to console him, the burnt slasher vanished into thin air; clearly salty from more loss of pride, or so it appeared.