"You alright?" Chucky asked awkwardly, rubbing your shoulder before looking relatively concerned for your well-being.

"Yeah, why do you ask...?" You sleepily replied, ignoring Freddy's previous behaviour and switching your alarm off, so that way you actually looked punctual in front of the Heelshires.

"Well, you looked really embarrassed when you was sleepin'." He remarked uneasily, his comment reminding you of your other partner's actions and causing you to become bashful.

"I just deal with Freddy from time-to-time. Don't worry about it." You quietly explained, your embarrassment rising after you talked to Chucky. "I gave my Hypnocil to Norman, because I promised Freddy that I'd let him into my dreams, in return for Norman's protection."

"Damn, so he's more of a tool than I thought." Chucky mused over your words casually, staying in your bedroom while you got dressed and used your deodorant in the bathroom.

"Well, I'd say we came to an agreement. I did it to protect Norman from his common nightmares." You told him in an honest tone, heading out of your bathroom and placing your pyjamas on your bed so you wouldn't lose sight of them.

"You protected Norman from Krueger. How come?" He trailed off quizzically, frowning and wondering what made you do it.
"Because when you care about someone, you—"

"No! How could you? What have you done?" You heard Mrs. Heelshire shriek in frustration, her loud shout causing you to panic and hurry over to Brahms' bedroom. "Wait till I tell daddy. Mommy must go now. You have to be a good boy. Because you promised us."

"I'm so sorry for the interruption, but is everything alright...?" You anxiously questioned, worried for Mrs. Heelshire's mentality as you watched her angrily pick up Brahms' scattered toys.

"I apologize for the rush, (Y/n). It's been so long since we've been on holiday and we're anxious to be off." Mr. Heelshire interrupted unhappily, entering the room with the rest of their things and leaving their suitcases in the parlour. "Besides Brahms seems so...so fond of you. I only wish we had an opportunity to...to explain to you the idiosyncrasy...of a child as unique as our Brahms."

"But..." He paused for a moment to nervously continue, fear filling his voice while he kept on speaking to you. "...you'll figure them out by now. I'm sure. While simply to...help you along. Here. A schedule. With rules. Mrs. Heelshire she was kind enough to write one out, you see. Now, it may seem a bit silly, but it is important that you...follow them because Brahms is not like other children."

"Oh, does he have any specific health disabilities that I should remember...?" You asked Mr. Heelshire politely, wanting to be respectful and avoid the fact that Brahms was well...a doll.

"He can be...particular." Mr. Heelshire responded tiredly, shakily laughing a moment or two later. "I'm afraid we may have indulged him a bit over the years. Go on, mommy!"

"Your groceries for this week will be on the kitchen table, and you'll find your payment there too, of course." He kept on talking to you minutes afterwards, his happy expression twisting into one of distress and desolation. "I'm sure you can answer any other...questions that you might...have. I'm sorry, I'm...I'm a bit off today. It's...It's so long since we've gone anywhere."

"I completely understand. Vacations are absolutely necessary." You tried to agree with him soothingly; feeling intimidated when Mrs. Heelshire appeared by his side, holding Brahms. "But isn't my payment a bit too early...? Aren't you afraid that I'll just take it and—"

"Be good to him and he'll be good to you." Mr. Heelshire told you exhaustedly, getting ready to leave in the parlour. "Be bad to him..."

"She will...be good to him, won't you (Y/n)...?" Mrs. Heelshire exclaimed in alarm, panicking and growing oddly scared.

"Yes." You announced kindly, "I'll...treat him like my own."

"I'm so sorry." She whispered to you out of nowhere, tears filling her eyes as she became strangely sentimental.

"Come along my dear, it's time we left." Mr. Heelshire warned her fearfully, Mrs. Heelshire passing you Brahms before they both headed towards their taxi. 

Then, once they'd left you alone, you sat Brahms down in a chair and flung a blanket over him; suddenly feeling extremely unnerved by his presence. "No offense Brahms," You admitted guiltily, "...but you kinda creep me out."

"So that's the kid, huh...?" Chucky curiously commented, appearing behind you and acting almost human.

"Chucky! Be more careful!" You warned him in distress, shushing the doll moment after and trying to keep him from being discovered.

"Why? Those two have already left and the kid's a doll. I think I'm in the clear." He carelessly shrugged, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms like he couldn't care less. "Besides, why should I care? Myers just got here too, y'know."

"Michael...!?" You wildly freaked out, anxiety filling your veins when you saw the stalker appear in parlour and acting like he couldn't care less. "What are you doing here...!?"

"I TOᒪᗪ YOᑌ I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᒪET YOᑌ GO ᗷY YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ. ᗪOᑎ'T YOᑌ ᖇEᗰEᗰᗷEᖇ ᗯᕼᗩT I ᔕᗩIᗪ?" [A/N: "I TOLD YOU I WOULDN'T LET YOU GO BY YOURSELF. DON'T YOU REMEMBER WHAT I SAID?"] Michael wrote over to you obsessively, passing over his note as soon as he pulled you into a possessive hug.

—
"ᑎO. I'ᗰ ᑕOᗰIᑎG ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᑎOT GOIᑎG ᗷY YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ. TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᖇIᗪIᑕᑌᒪOᑌᔕ." [A/N: "NO. I'M COMING WITH YOU. YOU'RE NOT GOING BY YOURSELF. THAT'S RIDICULOUS."]
"It's not that ridiculous. Stalk me if you really want to."
"ᖴIᑎE. I ᗯIᒪᒪ. TᖇY ᗰE." [A/N: "FINE. I WILL. TRY ME."]
—

"Oh...yeah. Now I remember." You murmured to yourself with slight irritation; annoyed by how you'd forgotten, and that you didn't even think he'd attempt to. Especially not so freaking fast.

"TᕼE OᑌTᔕIᗪE ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ Iᔕ ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ. ᗯᕼETᕼEᖇ YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗯITᕼ ᑌᔕ Oᖇ ᑎOT. ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰEETIᑎG ᑎEᗯ ᑭEOᑭᒪE ᗷY YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ Iᔕ ᒍᑌᔕT ᗩᗷᔕᑌᖇᗪ. ᔕO Oᖴ ᑕOᑌᖇᔕE I'ᗪ ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ YOᑌ. I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ TᕼE ᗰIᑎᑌTE YOᑌ'ᗪ ᒪEᖴT. ᔕO ᖴᑌᑕK ᑕᗩᒪᒪIᑎG. Oᖇ ᖴᗩᑕE TIᗰE. I'ᗪ ᖇᗩTᕼEᖇ ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷE ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ 24/7 <3" [A/N: "THE OUTSIDE WORLD IS DANGEROUS. WHETHER YOU'RE WITH US OR NOT. AND MEETING NEW PEOPLE BY YOURSELF IS JUST ABSURD. SO OF COURSE I'D FOLLOW YOU. I MISSED YOU THE MINUTE YOU'D LEFT. SO FUCK CALLING. OR FACE TIME. I'D RATHER JUST BE WITH YOU 24/7 <3"] Michael scribbled down after the overly-obsessive embrace, the silent slasher clearly concerned and bothered by the safety of your well-being.

"Michael..." You sighed sympathetically, losing your aggravation and instead picking up on just how worried he seemed to be feeling.

"Probably worried 'cause he saw me follow you." Chucky chipped into the conversation without any consideration or care, finding it funny and not important whatsoever. "He probs' just grew jealous or somethin'."

"Chucky, don't start. I'm pretty sure his only reason was to stay together, and you just so happened to hop into the taxi beforehand." You hesitantly summarised, locking the Manor's front doors while also making sure that everything else was too.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." He replied uninterestedly, rolling his eyes as he headed in the direction of the living room to sit down on one of the elegant-looking sofas.

"Hey, um, is there anything you'd like specifically for dinner...?" You called after him shyly, still intimidated by questioning the redheaded doll.

"Why're you askin' me? I couldn't give a damn. Cook whatever the Hell you want. You're the one doin' it." Chucky recklessly remarked, leaving the choice up to you and giving you one of his familiar-looking shrugs.

"It's just common courtesy. That's all." You explained with a smile, finding his response oddly kind and supportive underneath the surface. "Michael...? I'm guessing you'll have whatever I'm having, like usual...?"

Once Michael had nodded, you glanced at the time and noticed it was early evening; realising that after dinner, you could ring Rose and discuss what in the world was going on, before heading properly to bed. So that's what you did, using the natural ingredients the Heelshires had left you to create an enjoyable meal and therefore enjoying it yourself. You ate it at the dinner table; with Chucky joining you like he often did at the main house, and Michael sticking to you like glue, both of them eating what you'd made and unexpectedly appreciating said dish. And after you'd taken their plates, cutlery and empty glasses into the kitchen, Michael stepped up and demanded to wash all the dirty bits-and-pieces - instead of Norman - which, although you found surprising, you also found genuinely sweet. You put everything away however, considering that you didn't think either Michael or Chucky could figure out where each item went. Luckily you learnt quickly, shoving stuff into their specific cupboards so you could speedily head upstairs to dial Rose's number and speak to her directly.