"I do have a reason, actually." You confidently replied, acting firm and continuing to cross your arms as you faced all of the slashers in your room at the very same time. That meant Freddy, Hannibal, Penny, Michael, Norman, and the infamous Charles Lee Ray / aka Lakeshore Strangler himself - also known as Chucky.

"Oh, you do, now do you...?" Hannibal repeated softly, his unstable smile twisting into one of dark playfulness when he mischievously decided talking to you instead of the doll. "And would you perhaps mind sharing that specific piece of information with us, by any chance...?"

"Well, um, sure...I guess not..." You agreed with a hesitant tone of voice, feeling slightly intimidated once the psychiatrist curled his left arm around your waist and cupped the left side of your cheek delicately with the palm of his right hand.

"I'm glad. I'd hate to be a nuisance and become an inconvenience to you, after all." He sweetly murmured against your lips, his hold on you being excessively more gentle than the other slashers' embraces. "I'm not, am I, (Y/n)...?"

"No, no, no, you're not...! You're not...! That's not what I meant...!" You quickly protested, internally panicking due to not wanting to sound like a bully and provoke the dark-haired male. "All I meant was that I could see why you were purposely trying to push him out...!"

"So you weren't trying to intentionally insult me, and attempting to accuse me of being a sorry excuse for an adult, like you had with those other three over there...?" Hannibal questioned politely, behaving almost as if your previous remark had hurt him in some sort of way or another.

"No...?" You responded with an unsure attitude, shifting from foot-to-foot and feeling your embarrassment rise by every passing second. "I just didn't want you - or the other three - to act so rude towards someone I offered a safe-place to."

"So if we were to accept what you wanted - and agree with your most recent deal between you and that other serial killer - would you please go back on your word and take back what you said about me, mia amata...?" He tenderly inquired, caressing your cheek with his thumb as lightly as he possibly could before continuing on with the conversation. "I - personally - don't mind if your thoughts about everybody else stays the same. In fact, I actually think you were partially correct when making that statement beforehand, but—"

"That's QUITE enough of THAT." Just as Hannibal was about to finish his condescending comment regarding the other killers, he got shoved straight across the side of your bedroom; crashing right into your room's back wall whilst somebody else stepped directly in front of you and glared.

"Penny...!? Why did you...Why did you do that...!?" You exclaimed in alarm, your eyes widening after you saw a certain clown smack Hannibal and growl his words ferociously. "We were only talking about our past conversation, and about the previous deal I was just about to discuss with Chucky...!"

"Oh, Sweet-Pea, why do you always have to act so, so adorable...?" Pennywise cooed affectionately; releasing a sigh of adoration shortly afterwards once he spun around to speak to you. "I mean really, it's like you're trying to make me take out everyone here. Well, except for Hannibal, he was just asking for what just happened to his sorry-ass."

"Asking for it...? How so...?" You asked with a sarcastic tone of voice, looking a tad bit annoyed by Penny's cold remark while also feeling relatively concerned over Hannibal's unforeseen assault. "I don't recall him even doing anything...! At least, not in particu—"

"Couldn't agree more." Freddy smugly cut in, disappearing and reappearing to the left side of you before he possessively played with a few strands of your hair; running his finger-knives seductively through the rest of your beautiful-looking locks. "In my opinion, that motherfucker got exactly what he deserved. Toying with your feelings like that and trying to change your mind about him as long as he did what you wanted. Seriously, what a di—"

"S-Shut UP...!" Norman shouted at the dream demon selfishly, jealousy dripping from his sudden shriek whilst he flung himself instantly at Freddy; dragging his pocketknife slowly but surely through the sadistic slasher's chest. "H...Hannibal isn't t-the ONLY one w-who's trying t-to MESS around w-with (Y...Y/n)'s feelings...! Y...YOU ARE T-TOO...!"

"Delusional. Completely and utterly delusional. To think that I'd stoop to such low levels, simply to switch your mindset." Hannibal talked after he'd swiftly regained balance and climbed to his feet again, shooting you a sorrowful smile seconds later. "Of course, you can obviously tell that this is all out of - not only Krueger's and Pennywise's - present jealousy, but Norman's too."

"No. This is not "all out of" their present jealousy." You argued sternly, standing your ground and stepping into the middle of your bedroom; breaking away from the group and forcing Hannibal to stay where he was, Chucky staring you down with a bewildered expression as he tilted his head with nothing but the utmost of confusion.

"No...? Then what do you think their words and remarks towards not just Mr. Ray, but myself as well, are based on...?" The intelligent psychiatrist asked you with an innocent smirk, his multiple questions making you feel uneasy while you attempted to calm down everybody in the room.

"Their words are based on you being manipulative again. Because for one I'm not blind. And two, all I wanted to do was offer Chucky a place to stay, to avoid the current Police Officers and Cops." You stubbornly explained, taking a deep breath in before breathing straight out a second time. "Anyway, being betrayed by your former friend doesn't sound very fun - at least not to me. Besides, you even told me when I first moved in here, "What's yours is mine", remember...? Therefore, I'm allowed to invite any guest I want over."

—

"What's ours is yours."
"Well, thank you very much then." "That really is kind of you."
"On the contraire, it's the least we can do - considering you live here now."

—

"B-But...! But h-he's...he's nothing b-but a...nothing but a D-DOLL...!" Norman wailed rudely, flinging his arms around your waist whilst he resorted to crying and hiding his face into your chest instead. "H...How is H-HE a...a PROPER g-guest...!? What gives H-HIM the r...right to S-STAY here...!?"

"This isn't about "rights" and/or "privileges"." You reprimanded the upset killer strongly, throwing Norman a serious stare before carrying on with what you decided to go for. "This is about what I want. And all I ask is that you guys don't argue - or go against - my latest offer towards somebody else. Alright...?"

"That has got to be the DUMBEST request I've EVER heard. Why the FUCK would I EVER agree to something like THAT...?" Freddy snapped heatedly, slashing at your bedroom wall with his finger-knives and causing several rips to ruin your wallpaper in the process.

"What's the problem...? You live in the dream realm. Chucky lives in the real world. I don't understand why you're so upset by my decision." You annoyedly retorted, ignoring the dream demon's childish temper tantrum as you casually rolled your eyes.

"Krueger, at least try to keep your babyish and emotional outbursts to yourself." Hannibal slightly sighed; disapproval flickering across his facial features once he'd noticed how immature Freddy was reacting to the outcome of the conversation's certain...results.

"Yeah, Jeez. It's not that bad." Although suspicious of the doll, Penny shrugged and dipped his head as a nod; deciding to go along with what you wanted. For now. "It's not like what she wants is going to cause the end of the world or anything."

"Listen, I'm sorry, okay...? I'll make you a deal. I'll drop the Hypnocil. You can come into my dreams again. I won't go back on my word. I promise." You guaranteed truthfully, offering him something in return.

"Hmm..." He slyly hummed, interested by what you'd presented and such. "How do I know that you'll keep your word...?"

"I'll do it right now. Watch me." You spoke in a bold tone of voice, going into your drawer and receiving the pills. "See...? Look. Norman can have them."

"B-But (Y/n)—!" Norman protested with alarm, panicking over your health and freaking out. "What about...What about y-you...!?"

"Don't worry," You consoled him kindly, "I'll be just fine. They're just pills."

"And you're sure about this...?" Chucky double-checked doubtfully, shifting from foot-to-foot as he socialised with you again.

"Mmhm. I've done it before. Besides, didn't you want somewhere to hide from the police and the cops...?" You brought up a second time, shooting him a thoughtful smile before you crouched down and held out your hand as a friendly sign -slash- peace offering.

"You're sure you won't regret it...?" Narrowing his eyes and sounding suspicious, he cautiously agreed to your compromise; shaking your hand reluctantly while he behaved not only unsure, but hesitant too. "You could get into lots of trouble for this, y'know."

"Oh, believe me," You declared in amusement, "This wouldn't be the first time I've gotten into trouble with the authorities before."