"He didn't...? How come...?" You asked Billy and Stu hesitantly, surprised by what he'd told you. "Don't tell me that Jason grew jealous of Michael and Chucky for simply following me over here."

"No, no, no...I think he just misses you like the rest of us do." Stu brought up with uneasiness, Billy lapsing into silence while you wondered what to say in response to their words.

"But he knows where I am, doesn't he...?" You double-checked with those two real quick; Brahms still sitting in one of the living room chairs, Chucky shoving himself into one of the opposite ones and Michael staying by your side without a single word. "You, Billy, and the others all told Jason where I'd gone, didn't you...?"

"We did, we did." Stu quickly reassured you, still speaking for both himself and Billy. "I promise we did. We might not have wanted to - but when he lost it like a child, we told him the truth and how long you'd be over there for. He didn't seem all that happy, I'll be honest, so uh, when you end up visiting Camp Crystal Lake, I'd personally be on guard. Just in—"

"I know, I know, just in case." You interrupted dryly, knowing exactly how most of the slashers back home would react to upcoming conflicts and / or issues. "I'll be sure to. Thanks for keeping Jason updated. I know you probably didn't want to, so I'm glad you did anyway. Well, I'm hoping you did, and didn't lie to me."

"Hey, I didn't lie...!" Billy cut in wildly, behaving almost as if he was offended by your comment and sounding oddly hurt. "I may not like Voorhees, but I at least keep my word...!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you." You sighed with slight annoyance; shaking your head whilst you thought about wrapping up the phone call and starting on food for you four. "Sheesh...Anyway, isn't it growing rather late for you guys...? Haven't you two eaten dinner yet...?"

"Well, not really...But that's not important, silly...! Especially since when we're talking to you." He playfully laughed, brushing it off and causing you to raise your eyebrows to yourself throughout the meantime.

"Yeah, sure. Speaking of which, I'd say that you should go and make some. I have to go and make some dinner for us over here regardless." You pointed out pleasantly, trying to get them to go and get something to eat at the same time.

"Sounds like you don't want to talk to us." Stu replied in an emotionless fashion, his psychopathic personality and possessive attitude both kicking in while you internally panicked.

"That's not true...Is it, (Y/n)? You still want to talk to us, don't you...?" Billy pressed with desperation, both boys hanging onto the phone call and making you feel partly bad.

"Of course I do. I just feel like you two should both go and get some food, relax for the night - y'know, call it a day...?" You told them calmingly, wanting to cheer the two up and finish the conversation also. "I have to eat too."

"I suppose that makes sense..." Stu uncertainly trailed off, releasing a sigh while Billy did as well. "Guess we could always text you instead."

"Exactly...!" You brightly agreed, siding with Stu and awaiting Billy's answer. "I'm always down to text. Well, as soon as I've finished cooking and eating dinner. Once I'm done with that - and with taking care of the kid - I'll definitely message you guys."

"Okay...Speak to you soon then, (Y/n)..." Billy unhappily spoke, Stu saying a disappointed farewell shortly afterwards before the two teenage boys hung up from the unexpected phone call.

"So who the fuck was that...?" Chucky wondered in his usual blunt manner, still sitting in the living room chair next to the doll.

"Oh, it was just Billy and Stu. They just felt like checking up on me from home, that's all." You answered hurriedly, tucking your phone back into your pocket once you'd read the time again.

"What a couple of weirdos..." He rudely insulted, hopping off the chair and moving closer to your side. "I still can't believe you manage to put up with their crap."

"Okay, okay...! Let's just go and enjoy tonight's dinner instead. Then, we can all head to bed, alright...?" You suggested with haste, picking up Brahms and quickly heading into the kitchen; Chucky and Michael following speedily behind.

After placing Brahms in one of the dining room's chairs instead of the living room ones, creating dinner wasn't all that difficult; deciding to cook up some fresh chicken korma the moment you'd found the right ingredients to do so. "And you're really okay with cooking dinner for us a second time...?" Chucky demanded to know fiercely, watching you complete cooking and place each bowl carefully in front of everybody.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be...?" You blankly thought aloud, curious about what he wanted to know and why he was acting so cautious all of a sudden again.

"Well, it's just, it doesn't seem very...I don't know...doesn't seem very fun sometimes..." Chucky declared in a dark tone, muttering a thank you curtly afterwards and delving into dinner nonetheless.

"I...don't know about that." You lightly laughed, digging into your own food and watching Michael echo your movements next to you. "I wouldn't call cooking not fun, per se, I just saw the right ingredients for the recipe inside the kitchen cupboards and that's when I remembered how to create said dish."

"Really...?" The red-headed doll questioned you with narrowed eyes; his careful and cautious attitude striking you as unusually sceptical. Still though—

"Really. Besides, korma is pretty easy to cook. Perhaps I could teach you how to make it sometime. That is, if you actually like it." You wondered hesitantly, Chucky glancing away before continuing to eat.

"H-Hey...! It...It's not that...! I-I mean...at the end of the day, food is just food, isn't it...?" He bounced back viciously, carrying on eating and acting like his previous confusion hadn't bothered him in the slightest; even though his past words plainly had.

"True...You're not wrong." Casually smiling, you tried to calm the unanticipated dispute down and keep eating, realising how uncomfortable this must be making the Michael and Brahms. "Let's just finish the rest of dinner and get ready for sleep, 'kay...?"

"Fine by me." He huffed after finishing his meal, folding his arms and pretending not to enjoy himself. "The sooner you take care of that freakish kid and head upstairs is better in my opinion."

"Is that so...? Well, Norman's not around, so I have to take care of the dishes for now. If you'll excuse me—" Before you could finish, Michael collected all of the dirty dishes and cutlery within a single heartbeat, indicating that he'd do it again instead; the silent slasher not wanting you to have to take on another unnecessary, household chore.

"Oh...Uh, thank you, Michael. I appreciate that. I guess I'll take care of Brahms while you do that then." You appreciatively stated, picking the doll up and heading towards his bedroom.

So while Michael was washing all of the dishes and handling the other household chores for the night, you changed Brahms into his pyjamas and tucked him into bed; kissing him sweetly on the side of the cheek as you began saying goodnight. "God bless, Michael. God bless, Chucky. God bless, Me. And God bless, Brahmsy." You lovingly sung, wanting to be as supportive and sympathetic towards this eight-year-old as possible. "You were such a good boy today. So...Sweet dreams."

Once you'd said that, you switched off the light and exited the bedroom entirely; entering your own room so you could meet up with not only Chucky, but Michael too. "Oh, Michael...! That was fast." You chuckled a little bit, placing a hand over your heart whilst you breathed out. "I don't think I've ever seen someone complete cleaning dirty dishes that quickly before. Jeez, you startled me."

Michael merely stared towards you, not understanding what he did or what the problem was; so in the end you just shook your head and smiled, finding his response to be rather amusing. "Well, I'm going to change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth...get ready for the night, so..."

Then, you grabbed your nightwear and moved into the bathroom, ordering those two not to peek even though you knew Michael wouldn't. Although you didn't know much about Chucky, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and mildly shut the door; switching clothes and brushing your teeth as speedily as you could, knowing that Michael despised not being by your side. Seriously, at times he behaved almost like your personal bodyguard. You couldn't even tell if it was unbelievably cute, or partially exasperating. Perhaps both...? Oh, well. It's not like you could do anything about it anyway. It just meant that he cared for you. Insanely. Picking up on when you'd finished brushing your teeth, turning the tap off, and placing the toothbrush back down, Michael was already behind you; only entering once he knew you were done and standing only a few inches away. So technically, he wasn't behaving like a peeping Tom.

"What are you doing in here...? I told you both to wait in the bedroom. Surely I wasn't that slow, I tried hurrying up and all—" Without letting you finish your sentence, it was like Michael knew what you were going to say - already handing you his notepad so he could wrap his arms tightly around your body and pull you roughly into his chest.

"I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ. ᗷEIᑎG ᗩᑭᗩᖇT ᖴᖇOᗰ YOᑌ ᑭᗩIᑎᔕ ᗰE. ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ ᒪOOK ᔕO ᑕᑌTE Iᑎ TᕼOᔕE ᑭYᒍᗩᗰᗩᔕ. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗩᗪOᖇᗩᗷᒪE. I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ<3" [A/N: "I MISSED YOU. BEING APART FROM YOU PAINS ME. AND YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN THOSE PYJAMAS. YOU'RE ADORABLE. I LOVE YOU<3"] He'd written in an obsessive scrawl; his words making your heart skip a beat after you'd carefully placed his notepad on top of the bathroom cabinet, so it would stay safe and wouldn't become damaged.

"Look, I...I love you too." You shyly announced, embarrassed to bring up the flustering subject whilst you held his shoulders and glanced up at his pale-shaded mask. "Y-You know that. I'm not sure why you have to bring this up in the bathroom though. Especially since Chucky is in the other room, and Brahms is sleeping. I-It makes me feel sort of...sort of self-conscious..."

Without grabbing his notepad, Michael used one hand to pull up his mask a tiny bit; a sadistic smirk spreading across his face the second you'd said that, your sarcasm starting to show as well. "Uh-huh, why am I not surprised..." You muttered under your breath, your cheeks glowing pink as the silent male adoringly pressed his lips against yours; continuing to hold his other arm possessively around your waist so he could keep you close at the exact same time.