"Try to ignore Krueger's infantile way of behaving. I usually do." Hannibal respectfully remarked, trying to politely lighten up the mood after the dream demon had sulkily left. "He can't help but act like a complete and utter child from time-to-time, I'm afraid."

"Still...I can't help but feel like that doll has something to do with his underlaying frustrations." You worriedly pointed out, knowing that just like your devotion to Pennywise's situation - something wasn't right tonight, something was wrong.

"Well, at least Norman's injuries seem to be relatively patched up overall." The psychiatrist summarised pleasantly, pushing the med-kit back into the bathroom cupboard before finishing off the other killer's bandaging. "All he needs now is some rest and recovery, due to the sadistic shoulder slashing and unexpected ambush."

"Oh, I see. Thanks." You replied gratefully, giving Hannibal a warm-hearted hug once you'd thanked him for his genuine help. "Then I appreciate your intelligent assistance and current insight."

"Of course, mi amore. Anytime." Shooting you a soft smile in response, he took no notice of Norman whatsoever; disregarding his presence and deciding to show you back to your bedroom instead. "I'm more than happy to help you, with anything you may need, (Y/n). Please do remember that."

"Aw, thank you. I definitely will." You kindly smiled back, deciding to behave friendly in return and feel relieved after his polite mannerisms. "I might actually get a pleasant night's sleep for once, considering I decided to actually take some Hypnocil."

"Oh my, what a devious little decision, coming from you all of a sudden." Hannibal chuckled in amusement; finding your mischievousness to be devilishly entertaining. "Please do be careful however, I wouldn't want you to get hurt merely due to Krueger's inhumane jealousy."

"U...Ugh...K-Krueger's such a child..." Norman muttered under his breath moodily, rolling his eyes and therefore making you raise your eyebrows at his resentful remark.

"Norman, you have NO room to talk when it comes to Freddy's previous reactions." You sarcastically told him off, releasing a sigh before sitting on top of your bed and watching the dark-haired male enter your bedroom like usual.

"(Y/n) does have a point there, Norman. If anything, your behaviour is even worse than his when coming to childish—"

"H-Hey-! What's that s-supposed to m-mean...!?" The timid slasher snapped back tearfully, clenching his fists whilst clutching them against his chest at the same time. "Y...YOU'RE the one w-who's petty around here...!"

"I helped (Y/n) fix you up just now." Hannibal smoothly commented, reminding Norman of his former assistance before crossing his arms and flashing him a subtle smirk. "Remember? So to be perfectly honest, I'd hardly call that being "petty"."

"Oh p-please, g...gimme a break...!" Norman shouted at him with an unstable and strained tone, now angry at Hannibal as well as Krueger. "E-Everyone around here only knows that Y-YOU did that j-just to look good...!"

"I'd say you're both idiots." Pennywise chipped in casually; leaning against your room's wall and glaring at not just the other two, but the doll too. "We have a much bigger problem to deal with - rather than Krueger's babyish lack of intelligence, and everybody else's slow-witted stupidity."

"A much bigger problem to deal with, hmm...? Such as...?" The psychiatrist curiously quoted, tilting his head to the side a tiny bit whilst he questioned the evil clown's sharp words.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm certainly growing bored of this laughable, ludicrous, empty-headed piece of plastic." Penny carelessly insulted, shifting his glare back at the toy one last time before vanishing into thin air just like Freddy currently had.

"Wait, Penny—!" You called his name in alarm, your eyes widening from his glare and cold hatred. "It's nothing but a doll...!"

"Try not to worry about him, he'll come around. Besides, I think it's all coming to become fairly late...for you at least, dearest." Hannibal sweetly commented, mentioning the time and pointing out how exhausted you'd quickly grown over the last couple of hours.

"But he seemed so distressed over the doll, just as much as—" Before you could finish, Michael glared hatefully at the toy also, most of your partners now disliking and distrusting the plaything once they'd stared down the strangely soul-powered doll and realising what talents truly laid inside it.

"C-C'mon (Y/n), I...I really think we should g-get some sleep now..." Grasping your wrist gently, Norman lightly steered you away from those two and closer to your bed instead; Hannibal wishing you a softhearted Goodnight while Michael frustratedly left the room, the stalker still picking up on how you still hadn't regained any trust.

"Yeah...I'll catch you guys tomorrow..." You responded in a faint fashion, stifling a yawn before giving them a wave and shutting everyone out except Norman, due to him sometimes sleeping in the same bed with you.

Falling asleep with Hypnocil and therefore infuriating Freddy even further, you'd slept perfectly fine for the first time in a while - gaining rest just as well as Norman but waking up prematurely because of more stress from last night - sighing before sitting up and brushing unwanted bed-head strands of hair straight out of your face anyway. Brilliant. You'd slept without any night terrors, but woke up early and realised that you'd also forgotten to move the doll back on top of your drawers, standing up and deciding to do just that. Or had you forgotten to move him back...? Had he moved again? You couldn't even tell by this point. You'd gained a freaking headache after all of this time, stepping towards the doll as you picked him up. But the moment that you'd decided to pick him up - with both hands - this...this thing made up his mind to actually speak for once; his unanticipated actions causing you to jump and almost drop the astonishing toy hurriedly afterwards.

"Y-You can...You can talk...!?" You gasped aloud, shock spreading across your gaze whilst your entire body's veins suddenly flooded with fear. "I...I don't understand. There's just...There's just no way...That's just...That's just not possible, is...is it...?"

"Hi! I like to be hugged!" He brightly greeted a second time, his words making you freak out and speedily shush the doll again.

"Shush...! Shush...!" You freaked out with a high-pitched tone, attempting to silence him so you didn't wake up the sleeping Norman. "Please...! You...You have to be quiet...! There has to be...There has to be an actual answer for this. L-Like...Like hidden batteries in you or...or something—!"

So, after swivelling him around with both of your hands, you used your right hand to push up his rainbow-coloured shirt; revealing a little plastic door, labelled "Batteries Go Here". Curious, you pushed it to the side and released the catch, snapping open said plastic door as you became extremely interested in what exactly laid behind the doll's back. Of course the doll had a battery case - most toys do - but it was...it was empty. This strange plaything had not only talked to you...and switched spots in several places...but without any batteries inside himself too. The doll's head speedily spun a complete one-hundred and eighty degrees, so that he was now staring up at you from between his shoulder-blades; his eyes eventually snapping open whilst his mouth finally moved. He then spoke his third and final phrase, his last sentence sounding genuinely frightening to you.

"Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?"