Finding your flustered state to be highly amusing, Hannibal's smile darkened, his sadism dancing into play as he clearly debated on whether or not to help and explain himself. But then— "Oh, mio fiorellino, wouldn't you rather tell them the truth yourself~?" He devilishly hummed, blowing you a heavenly kiss while he focused on you instead of Billy and Stu.

"Tell them...myself...?" You repeated with a tired-out expression, feeling incredibly stressed once you feebly felt fear flood through your veins. Crap. Tell Billy and Stu yourself. How on Earth were YOU supposed to explain about Chucky's...maniacal mannerisms by yourself...!? Would the other two even indulge your idea...? Take it seriously...? This was plainly going to end up growing ridiculously out-of-hand, no matter what you said or did.

"(Y/n)...? What's the matter...? You look like you've seen a ghost or somethin'." Ignoring Hannibal's words, Billy waved his hand straight in front of your face; both him and Stu now sounding moderately concerned about how you'd reacted to not only Stu's previous inquiry, but the psychiatrist's prior remark as well.

"Well, I...I..." Stumbling over your sentence self-consciously, you had no clue how to start when it came to Chucky. But after taking a deep breath in, you breathed back out again; counting to three inside your head before beginning. "No...It's nothing like that. It's just...Not going to be easy, that's all."

Curious as to what exactly you planned to say, Billy pushed the red-haired doll to the right side of the sofa and sat down in the middle; motioning for you to take a seat between them and chat. "You can tell us anything. What's up?" Stu asked loyally, waiting patiently for you to explain rather than Hannibal.

"What I'm about to tell you guys is the honest truth. So you have to trust me. You have to believe me. No matter what. M'kay...?" You demanded in a stern fashion; clasping your hands together against your chest before you sat down on the sofa.

"Why wouldn't we?" Billy warmly replied to you, curling his arm around your waist and giving your body a gentle squeeze as he carefully awaited your upcoming response.

"Because you're going to think that I'm crazy..." You mumbled with humiliation, thinking about what to say first as you released a heavy sigh.

"Don't worry, we've thought you were crazy ever since you started dating these six freaks." Stu teased playfully, shooting you a grin and lightening the atmosphere altogether.

"Besides, we all go a little mad sometimes..." Billy wickedly added, wanting to cheer you up and calm you down at the same time; his comment therefore causing you to smile, just a little bit.

"I mean...I guess that's true..." You shyly responded, glancing in front of you and out of one of the living room's large windows. "Well...I guess I won't hold back then. What I'm trying to tell you both is that the reason I won't sell that doll to anyone in the university is because he's...it's...it's alive."

"Uh...Did I hear that right...? Or are you just fuckin' with us...?" Stu spoke with surprise, taken aback by what you'd just told them.

"I'm telling you guys the truth...! Honestly! His name is Chucky, and he can walk, and talk, and—!"

"Oh...So you mean he can still function correctly...?" Taking your answer the wrong way, Billy stared over at the doll and turned him around; casually interested in what you meant while he flipped open the doll's back and searched for where the batteries were supposed to be.

"Not in the way you'd expect him to—!" You answered anxiously, becoming increasingly more alarmed when you watched him spot Chucky's empty battery space. "Billy, w-wait...! You...You don't understand...!"

"Understand...? Understand what...? You said he could walk and talk still, but how is that possible if he doesn't have any power...? Any batteries...?" Stu slowly pointed out, not comprehending what you were trying to prove.

You were about to open your mouth and desperately attempt to answer again, but as if on command; Chucky suddenly came alive, almost like he'd been personally offended by the "doesn't have any power" statement. In fact, he seemed so enraged by Stu's...lack of subtlety, that Chucky decided to go right for him at first; lunging immediately towards him as he gripped a random, sharp knife. Stunned by his unanticipated anger, you leapt to your feet and gasped - shocked by how fast Chucky had given himself away -slash- how quickly he'd decided to attack your other partners. Had he really grown that hurt by what Stu had said about him...? Did he really have that much pride...? Worrying about what to do - or how to stop said conflict - you flicked your terrified gaze over to Billy, scared about how he'd reply. Horror filled your heart when you took note of how he'd reacted however; the dark-haired male yanking out a Buck 120, modified, hunting knife, and instantly attempting to protect his friend.

"Stu!" Billy shouted protectively, slashing at the doll before shredding his weapon angrily down its side.

"Woah, give me an aneurysm, why don't you!?" Stu yelled with shock of his own, stopping Chucky from strangling him by accepting Billy's help and flinging him across the lounge.

"Hi, I'm Chucky." The doll brightly bursted out, doing his usual greeting once climbing to his feet and spinning around to face them. But then his face twisted into an insanely dark grin, taking a step or two closer to them both again. "And I'm your friend to the end. Hidey-ho. Hahaha!"

"You okay mate!?" Billy questioned in alarm, watching as Stu pulled out his matching knife and nodded seconds later.

"Never been better." He retorted fiercely; him and Billy standing completely in front of you so they could keep you safe.

"Should we be concerned...!?" You cried aloud, speaking to the psychiatrist while also growing hysterical.

"I personally wouldn't be." Hannibal mused over your question honestly, moving away from the doorframe and next to your side; shooting you a very sweet smile as he held your hand in his, giving the tip of your fingers a very soothing kiss for a swiftly brief moment. "But then again, trivial matters such as these would hardly even trouble me, let alone peak my interest."

"Then how do we stop this...!?" You coldly asked, pink colouring your cheeks once you averted your gaze away from Hannibal's gentlemanlike intimacy and towards the other three fighting.

"Who proposed that we should...? Or that we were even supposed to...?" He spoke in an angelic tone, still smiling towards you whilst watching Chucky, Billy and Stu too. "After all, it's not like we began all of this babyish bickering, now is it?"

"It doesn't MATTER who started it...! I just DON'T want someone INJURED in the MIDDLE of my living room - on an EARLY Sunday afternoon...!" You shouted yourself, feeling your sanity snap as you stood in front of everybody and forced them to stop. Whether they wanted to or not.