"Like apologise to someone. Someone important." You declared in a determined tone of voice; asking everyone except Michael to leave your bedroom.

"Wha-huh...?" Chucky questioned confusedly, curiosity dribbling from his tone as he drew more and more bewildered by your unanticipated and unexpected request.

"Please guys...? This is important. If not to you guys, then to me." You begged helplessly, despair and distress flooding through your veins whilst you glanced pleadingly from slasher to slasher.

"Certainly, angelo mio." Hannibal agreed immediately, flashing you a sweet smile before planting a gentlemanlike kiss on the tip of your hand and turning around to politely leave your bedroom.

"B-But—!" Norman hatefully protested, his selfishness and obsessiveness towards you shining through. "Y-You ALWAYS l...let M-ME stay—!"

"And why does Myers get to stay, huh...? The fuck's up with that...?" Freddy chipped in with furious jealousy, his usual dark mirth crumbling as he decided to stand directly where he was; his knifed glove held out with strange aggravation.

"Because this is something I just have to do." You strongly explained, doing everything you could to fight back and show your will power. "Besides, I already promised you that I'd visit you in my dreams - well, my nightmares - so do me a favour and leave me be. At least for this morning."

"Oh, this ISN'T over, princess." The dream demon drawled darkly, possessiveness gleaming throughout his tone while he snatched at your wrist with his left hand. "You have a LOT to fucking make up for. Actually~"

"Krueger, leave (Y/n) be. Now. She doesn't need to be pestered by a lowlife like you anymore this morning." Hannibal interjected coldly, literally wrenching Freddy's left arm backwards and freeing your wrist a second or two later. "If she says she has something she needs to attend to, then that means we should give her the time and space she requires."

"But that's BULLSHIT." The demonic male snapped, losing his temper out of nowhere and behaving unexpectedly frustrated. "If the stalker gets to stay, then—"

"N-NO way...!" Norman shrieked in childishly, breaking down as he joined their petty argument. "T...That's S-SO unfair...! If FREDDY a-an MICHAEL g-get to stay, t-then I do TOO...!"

"So, this happens often, does it...?" Chucky asked you carelessly, slightly amused once he'd promised to leave you alone for a bit.

"Don't worry about it." You muttered towards the doll with tiredness, wondering if the slashers would actually listen to what you wanted, and if they'd actually leave you and Michael to yourselves.

"Norman, please stop acting like such a child. You're causing our dearest (Y/n) to feel uncomfortable. And you would never want to purposely do that, now would you...?" The psychiatrist pleasantly pointed out, forcing Norman to stiffen up and feel guilty instead.

"O-Of course not—!" Norman stammered tearfully, throwing you a panicked look and flinging his arms around you from the side from alarm. "I-I would NEVER w-want to do t-that—!"

"Well then, if you would rather not be the cause of that, then wouldn't it make more sense to give her what she desires, and just leave her be...?" Hannibal continued in a respectful fashion, leading him on and messing with his mindset at the same time.

"Does that tool even know what that psycho's true intention is with those words...?" Chucky muttered back towards you quietly, standing halfway between you and the bedroom door.

"Probably not." You replied softly, finding Norman's obliviousness and overbearing hug to be oddly adorable. "But I don't think it really matters. Not anymore, anyway."

"B-But Krueger—!" Norman wailed woefully, his weeping forcing the dream demon to smugly smirk and wiggle his finger-knives at him as a fake-friendly wave.

"Freddy will be leaving too. So Norman, please leave the room while I discuss something important with Michael." You sighed with annoyance, your response making Norman feel upset once more. But even so, he finally gave in and left your side, heading into the hallway after saying a sad little "fine".

"What? You expect ME to just bounce?" Freddy sneered at you spitefully, leaning back against your wall with crossed arms. "Not gonna happen, bitch."

"Read my mind and you'll change yours." You responded uninterestedly, already knowing the sadistic slasher would react this way.

"Why? What's in it for m—Oh. Oh...I like the sound of that~" He psychotically grinned, his evil hum making you roll your eyes while he pushed himself off the wall and stood straight in front of you instead. Then, once he'd curled his left arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him, he caressed your hair wickedly with his gloved hand; his gaze suddenly gleaming with unhinged and creepy excitement. "You promise~?"

"Yeah, sure. Now bounce." Raising your eyebrows with sarcasm, you accepted what he wanted and grasped his shoulders; pushing him away so he'd actually vanish into thin air. "I'll catch up with you later, 'kay devil spawn...?"

"Catch you later, sweet-face~" Freddy purred seductively back at you, blowing you a flirty kiss before popping literally out of existence.

"I assume that means I'll talk to you downstairs then. Whenever you're ready, mia cara." Hannibal mentioned delicately, shooting you another smile before leaving your bedroom himself. But Chucky sort of just stood there, a puzzled look plastered across his face as he stared back up at you.

"Is everything alright...?" You wondered worriedly, bending down to his level and deciding to talk to him so he didn't think about fighting the others or simply going ballistic as a whole. "You're looking a little lost there. I hope you don't think I'm kicking you out of the house or anything like that. You don't, do you...?"

"Nah, I don't." Chucky cut you off without any look of care or consideration, "It's just...Well..."

"Well, what...?" You shyly echoed, praying that he wasn't going to attack you, Michael, or say anything that was slightly unneeded.

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go...?" He questioned bluntly, his remark causing you to lightly laugh before covering your lips.

"Sorry, sorry. How about you just wait in the hallway for now...? Then I'll cook you some breakfast, like I usually do for the others." You decided warmly, stopping your giggles for a minute whilst you watched him abruptly nod and follow your words - leaving you and Michael to be the last two people in the room.

But then the smile rapidly drained from your face, remembering the serious task you had forced yourself to endure. And that...was to clear things up with Michael. So after taking a deep breath and shutting your bedroom door uneasily behind Chucky, you spun around and faced the familiar, pale-faced stalker head-on, highly scared about how this would go. Still though...this was no time for cowardice. This was no time for backtracking. So...So... "M...Michael...?"

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Silence passed.
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"So I...We all know who...who did it now." You anxiously mentioned, folding your arms and averting your eyes to the side with an excessive amount of embarrassment. "It...It wasn't you. It was Chucky. The...The doll."

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More silence passed.
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"It was...It was wrong of me to blame you. To...To accuse you. When I had no proof. No...No evidence."

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Even more silence passed.
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"So, what I mean...What I mean to say is...is that I'm...I'm..." Fumbling over your words, tears streaked down your cheeks; your thoughts freaking out from stress and your hands clasping at your chest as you ended up whispering your last part of your apology in a tiny tone of voice. "I'm sorry."