Having him spend more time in Derry had to be the best decision though, right...? It was difficult convincing him, stressful making him shift back into his regular form, and a little lonely having to say goodbye in the end. However, at least he'd be able to recover now - both from his...unhealthy nutrition and unexpected outbursts. So with that, you left your bedroom and shut the door behind you; heading downstairs so you could socialise with Billy, Stu, Norman, Chucky and Michael again. You would've spoken to Hannibal too, but for some reason he wasn't in the living room with the others. Huh. Guess he'd left to communicate with his assistants online and complete his prior tasks like he was planning to do. Everything would be okay from now on, as long as Norman wouldn't let his jealous streak strike up against Billy and Stu, those two wouldn't destroy Chucky, and he wouldn't pull any other pranks on Michael. Speaking of which—

"(Y...Y/n)...! (Y...Y/n)...! Y-You're alive...! You're alive...!" Norman cried aloud cheerfully, racing towards you as he flung his arms right around your waist. "Oh, thank g-goodness y...you're alive...! I was...I was...s-so worried...a-about you...!"

"It's good to see you too, Norman. But like I said, I wasn't in any danger up there." You warmly reminded him; not wanting them to think that Pennywise was a threat while you wrapped your arms around him in return.

"You sure about that, girlie? Because whatever that thing was didn't really sound like it was very...stable up there." Chucky cut in curtly, narrowing his eyes and glaring into the hallway with suspicion.

"Really. Penny's back in Derry at the moment. Or at least, for now. He's made the decision to bounce back and forth - to fix his...feeding situation. He won't be losing it anymore." You calmed the rest of the slashers down sympathetically, Norman appreciating your embrace whilst he kept on nuzzling and snuggling.

"That don't mean he's doing the right thing, babes." Stu spoke in a solemn tone of voice, hugging you from your right side as he looked away and up towards the ceiling with distain.

"Just because he's switched back to his regular means of feeding doesn't make what he is now acceptable. I-I'm sorry, (Y/n)." Billy sided with Stu defensively, shaking his head while hugging you from the left instead. "I...I love you far too much to trust that...that mother-fucking clown."

"But still, Pennywise is NOT a threat—"
"You do realise that you've just put the kids of Derry back in danger though, now don't you?" Grinning, Chucky pointed out the obvious, finding this to be hilarious and deciding to lean in front of the sofa.

"I know that, Chucky. I'm not stupid." You fiercely retaliated, breaking free from everybody's hugs only to be scooped into one by Michael. Of course you'd get a hug from him, considering he'd 100% want a cuddle. "I know what I've done is basically murder, and I know what I've done is unbelievably selfish. But I had to save Pennywise, and...and if I hadn't offered Derry, Maine back to him, then Penny would've—"

Before Chucky, Norman, Billy or Stu could even respond, Michael pulled out his notepad and unwillingly broke apart; plainly not wanting to push away from his hold as he roughly scratched down his thoughts on the matter. "YOᑌ ᗪIᗪ ᗯᕼᗩT YOᑌ TᕼOᑌGᕼT ᗯᗩᔕ ᖇIGᕼT. ᗷᑌT TᕼEᖇE Iᔕ ᑎO ᖇIGᕼT Oᖇ ᗯᖇOᑎG. ᑎOT ᗩᑎYᗰOᖇE. Iᖴ YOᑌ TᕼOᑌGᕼT TᕼᗩT TEᒪᒪIᑎG ᑭEᑎᑎYᗯIᔕE ᕼE ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᐯIᔕIT ᕼIᔕ ᕼOᗰETOᗯᑎ ᗰOᖇE OᖴTEᑎ, TᕼEᑎ TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩᔕ YOᑌᖇ ᑕᗩᒪᒪ. I'ᗰ ᒍᑌᔕT ᔕOᖇᖇY YOᑌ ᕼᗩᗪ TO ᗪEᗩᒪ ᗯITᕼ TᕼᗩT ᔕᕼIT. ᕼE'ᔕ OᑎE ᔕTᑌᗷᗷOᖇᑎ ᔕOᑎ Oᖴ ᗩ ᗷITᑕᕼ, I'ᒪᒪ GIᐯE YOᑌ TᕼᗩT ᗰᑌᑕᕼ. ᗷᑌT YOᑌ'ᖇE ᔕTᖇOᑎGEᖇ, (Y/ᑎ). YOᑌ'ᖇE ᔕTᖇOᑎGEᖇ, YOᑌ'ᖇE ᔕᗰᗩᖇTEᖇ, ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗰOᖇE ᔕᑭEᑕIᗩᒪ TO ᗰE Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG EᒪᔕE Iᑎ TᕼE EᑎTIᖇE ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ. ᗷᑌT YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᑎOT ᔕEᒪᖴIᔕᕼ. ᑎO ᗰᗩTTEᖇ ᗯᕼO TEᒪᒪᔕ YOᑌ ᔕO. GOT IT? YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᑭEᖇᖴEᑕT. Iᑎ EᐯEᖇY ᗯᗩY, ᔕᕼᗩᑭE ᗩᑎᗪ ᖴOᖇᗰ." [A/N: "YOU DID WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS RIGHT. BUT THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG. NOT ANYMORE. IF YOU THOUGHT THAT TELLING PENNYWISE HE SHOULD VISIT HIS HOMETOWN MORE OFTEN, THEN THAT WAS YOUR CALL. I'M JUST SORRY YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT SHIT. HE'S ONE STUBBORN SON OF A BITCH, I'LL GIVE YOU THAT MUCH. BUT YOU'RE STRONGER, (Y/N). YOU'RE STRONGER, YOU'RE SMARTER, AND YOU'RE MORE SPECIAL TO ME THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. BUT YOU ARE NOT SELFISH. NO MATTER WHO TELLS YOU SO. GOT IT? YOU ARE PERFECT. IN EVERY WAY, SHAPE AND FORM."]

"Nobody's perfect. Not even me." You smiled playfully, holding back a light laugh and hugging the notepad closer to your chest with both hands once you'd finished reading what he'd written. "But I think I got what you were going for. So thank you, Michael. Thank you. I won't forget. I promise. I won't."

After responding, you passed the notepad back over to the silent slasher and watched him tuck it into his boiler suit's pocket just like usual; Michael resuming the tight snuggle and resting his head on top of yours as soon as he possibly could. "So then...How'd you get the clown to just...leave the house, huh?" Chucky asked you curiously, flashing you a confused frown before crossing his arms.

"Does it really matter, man?" Billy hatefully retorted, grasping his knife and already showing his dislike for the doll.

"Yeah, just drop it, mate." Stu added coldly, reaching for his own weapon and behaving overly-protective towards you.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah. Chill the fuck out, you little shits. I was just curious." The ginger-haired doll spoke darkly, clutching his knife like the other two before pushing himself off the sofa.

"Okay, well why don't you shove that curiosity straight up your ass?" Billy snapped back in a bitter fashion; wanting him to head upstairs and leave the living room.

"Because I haven't fuckin' done anything, you sons-of-bitches." Chucky spitefully snarled, despising Billy and Stu just as much as they did.

"Now that's a joke." Stu laughed at him nastily, moving forwards and holding his knife out without a second thought. "You messed with our girl. You attempted to kill me. To kill Billy. Betcha tried to kill (Y/n) at some point, now didn't you? While we weren't here?"

"Norman...? Is that true...?" Billy asked with annoyance, his grasp on his knife growing stronger as he turned his attention towards the dark-haired male and decided to question him. "Did this bastard try to kill (Y/n) whilst we weren't here...?"