But even though you felt shy, you bashfully kissed him back; lightly grasping his shoulders while you looked lovingly into Michael's beautiful dark-brown eyes. "Y'know, you're seriously going to get yourself killed by the others one day." You murmured against his lips after a couple of lustful minutes, the quiet slasher kissing you whilst you spoke and ignoring your warning about the rest of the killers. "I mean, really. If Freddy were to come into my dreams and see this memory, he would hold it against me - against you - for the rest of my life."

Michael merely shrugged, his uncaring attitude towards the others shining through his actions as he still held one arm around your waist and used the other to keep holding his mask up; just so he could kiss you for longer. It's not that you weren't worried about his well-being and safety around the rest of the killers, it was due to the fact that you already knew how they'd react if they were to find out. Freddy would probably start a fight straight off the bat, Hannibal would most likely call his manners crude and uncivil, Norman would burst into tears, Penny would attack everyone for no reason just to relieve anger and find out who was responsible for said crime, Jason would grow even more agitated than usual, Billy and Stu would take on Michael by themselves, and Chucky...Let's just say that he'd presumably feel somewhat betray—

"Yo, (Y/n). You alright in there...?" Chucky asked curiously, after knocking out of boredom and wondering what was taking so long. "You're taking forever. Myers bothering you or somethin'...?" 

"No, no, no...! I'm done, I'm done...! Really...!" You exclaimed with alarm, breaking apart from Michael and handing him back his notepad before flinging open the bathroom door.

"Uh, you okay...?" The redheaded doll questioned in a confused tone, following you into your bedroom again after tagging next to your side. "You seem a lil'—" He didn't even get to finish, Michael smacking the doll right across the room and therefore cutting him off within a few seconds.

"Michael...! There was no need to hit him like that...! He was just asking if I was alright, that's all...!" You defended Chucky firmly, worrying about what the stalker was about to start and whether or not Chucky himself was uninjured.

"Y'know, if you wanted a fight, all you had to do was ask, dickhead." He sneered back at Michael spitefully, pretending to think about his response once he'd stood up properly and held his trusty knife in his right hand. "Oh, my bad, I forgot. You can't talk, now can you?"

Major irritation danced across Michael's gaze; the mute slasher clearly frustrated by how the two of you had been interrupted and separated from one another all because of Chucky. At least, in his eyes. Though to you— "Please don't do this, you guys. It's growing late and I'm tired after today."

"He just FLUNG me across the room, and then silently DEMANDED to fight me...!" Chucky resentfully retorted; returning to your side whilst throwing the killer opposite him yet another hateful stare. "I mean really, do you HONESTLY expect me to TURN down a battle that HE started first!?"

"Well, no. I...I don't expect you to turn down a battle. I mean, I know what Michael did was wrong. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have smacked you all because his feelings grew out of control. Michael just...He doesn't know how to...How to handle things properly. So could you avoid starting up another fight...? This late at night...? Please...? For me...?" You wearily suggested, sitting on the edge of your bed and praying that the two killers would agree to your exhausted wish. "All I really want is to rest up a little."

"But you goin' to sleep means facing Krueger again, don't it...? Won't seeing that Jackass just tire you out even more?" Chucky wondered carelessly, flashing you a frown once he thought about it. "How in God's name could seeing him possibly help you rest...!?"

"I'll be fine, you'll see. Freddy's not that bad. I can handle him." You promised him in return, giving Michael another cuddle before letting him stalk you from the corner of your bedroom.

"Hey, uh..." The doll spoke uneasily, catching your attention and forcing you to look in his direction a minute or two later.

"Oh, um...What's up...? Something you need...?" You confusedly quizzed, slipping into bed and stifling a yawn after you'd spoken.

"Well, I-...It's just...I was wondering...I mean...I know you just sleep around...y'know, with Norman and Krueger...and stuff. So I was just going to ask if...y'know...you...you wanted to spend tonight together t—" Chucky was about to say something awkwardly; but his offer - or request - caused your eyes to widen from shock, his words making you feel massively embarrassed.

"H-H-HEY...! Now HOLD on a second...! I-I do NOT just sleep around...!" You bursted out with panic, shaking your head before freaking out from the accusation.

"But you do this, don't you...? And this...? What's this called then, huh...?" Chucky inquired innocently, tilting his head to the side whilst he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged himself directly next to your side; purposely smirking when Michael glared in frustration.

"T-T-That's called a hug...! Or a cuddle...! Or an embrace...! One of those three...! It's not as intimate as you were making it out to be...!" You hastily explained, noticing not only how infuriated Michael was feeling, but also picking up how toxic the atmosphere was becoming. How could you fix this though...? This was never going to end. Unless—

"Hey, Michael...?" You called him gently, sitting up in bed while you let Chucky still hug you. "W-Would you...I mean, I know Chucky's cuddling me and all...b-but would you mind joining us...? J-Joining me...? I...In bed...? I wouldn't be able to sleep without you here..."

Luckily your words worked, Michael frustration fading once excitement struck through his eyes like sheer lightning; the stalker snuggling beside you before you could blink. He even curled his arms around your entire body and dragged you into his chest; clearly deciding to carry on the close embrace that he'd started in the bathroom. Though for some reason, his behaviour seemed to be almost bothering Chucky - the doll losing some of his arrogance after watching Michael pull you into his arms with ease. To be perfectly honest, it looked to you like nothing but downright jealousy, but why would Chucky even feel that way...? He told you from the start that he was just using the house to hide from the authorities, and that he only hopped into the taxi because he had nothing better to do. So why would he become so pissed-off by Michael...? Didn't make much sense to you. Unless he really did care. He didn't seem like the sentimental type, but then again, he wasn't really all that good at hiding how he truly felt—

—

"Exactly...!" "See...? This bitch is so nice...! I like her already...!"

—

"You're asking if I want to join you...?"
"May as well. Got nothin' better to do. The other six won't let me hurt you anyways."

—

"You're still offering...?" "Why? What's in it for you? What do you have to gain from someone as cool as me...?"

—

"It doesn't matter to me! I couldn't care less! I was just askin'!" "And just for the record, I only said "I may as well", NOT that I actually wanted to. Got that, girlie...!?"

—

"You're leaving for a week...? The fuck...? Why...?" "Why are you leaving me behind with these freaks...!?"
"Oh my, seems as though you don't want (Y/n) here to leave." "How...cute."
"God, I hate you."

—

"And here I thought we were "friends 'till the end"." "Guess not."
"C-C...Chucky...!?" "How did...How did you get in here...!?"
"Wasn't all that hard." "I had nothing better to do, so I decided to go on your journey instead. What's the problem?"
"What's the problem...!? What's the problem...!?" "What if the taxi driver ends up spotting you...!?"

—

"Jeez, you need to relax lady. That motherfucker's wearing earbuds." "Y'know, listening to music...? And even if he wasn't, I'm not dumb. I'd still figure out a way in. Somehow."
"Oh my God." "What if the Heelshire couple end up seeing you...!? What if this Brahms kid ends up seeing you...!? Huh...!? Huh!?"

—

"So what if he does? I've always had a thing with kids."
"Yeah, something tells me that you're bullshitting me there. No offence, buddy."
"Damn girl, didn't expect you to reply like that. Perhaps I shoulda given you more credit."
"Don't worry, a lot of people tend to skip out on giving me more credit."

—

"Yeah...You're right. I guess I'm just nervous." "They didn't seem too impressed with me today."
"How so? What was their deal?"
"They just kept insulting me every time I couldn't do something right." "It was absolutely humiliating."

"Oh, so they're a pair of lovers with a stick up their asses."
"Yeah...I guess you could say that."
"See? All better."
"Well, goodnight Chucky. See you in the morning."

—

"Woah, woah, woah, just what the FUCK are you doing there!?"
"Hold on, haven't you ever had a hug before...?"
"My childhood was...very messed-up."
"Hey, that's alright."

"It just means that I can show you another one. Will you let me...?"
"S-Sure...I mean, I guess. I don't care. It's whatever, y'know." "Doesn't matter to me."
"Of course it doesn't." "Night, big boy."
"Yeah, night..."

—

"You alright?"
"Yeah, why do you ask...?"
"Well, you looked really embarrassed when you was sleepin'."
"I just deal with Freddy from time-to-time. Don't worry about it."

"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."

"Well, I'd say we came to an agreement. I did it to protect Norman from his common nightmares."
"You protected Norman from Krueger. How come?"
"Because when you care about someone, you—"

—

"Hey, um, is there anything you'd like specifically for dinner...?"
"Why're you askin' me? I couldn't give a damn. Cook whatever the Hell you want. You're the one doin' it."
"It's just common courtesy. That's all."

—

"Yo...Where you goin' anyways? Thought you were headin' to bed after that phone call with your friend...You ain't tired no more?"
"Oh, I am tired. Don't worry about that."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me. It's a fucking doll, (Y/n)."
"Has that bitch always been this difficult!?"

—

"I wouldn't answer that if I were you—"

—

"Anyway, I'm heading to bed now, so—"
"Okay, okay, fine. Whatever. See if I care."

—

"What is it...? Is something wrong...?"
"Hey..." "I...I wanna ask you somethin'."
"Ask me something...? Oh, um, sure. Go right ahead."
"Would you...show me?"

"Would I...show you...?" "Show you what...? Is there a room in this mansion that you don't know where to find yet...?"
"If you'd...Ugh, forget it. It's not important."

—

"Would you like to share another hug...?"
"How'd you know...?"
"I just can." "I like to think of it as...my sixth sense or something."
"Sounds somewhat stupid to me."
"And yet it checks out like another chapter to me."

—

"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. How come...? You've never seemed this worried about something before. Is something bothering you...?"

"Looks like you and this Brahms character are getting on anyways." "Behaving all buddy-buddy with him and everything."

"Anyway, I was thinking you might like to visit the town around here. Y'know...sometime soon...?"

—

"And you're really okay with cooking dinner for us a second time...?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be...?"
"Well, it's just, it doesn't seem very...I don't know...doesn't seem very fun sometimes..."
"I...don't know about that." "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...?"
"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."
"H-Hey...! It...It's not that...! I-I mean...at the end of the day, food is just food, isn't it...?"
"True...You're not wrong." "Let's just finish the rest of dinner and get ready for sleep, 'kay...?"
"Fine by me."

—

...Huh. After thinking back to when you first met Chucky, you slowly began to reflect on something. Something that might end up being important. And that something was Chucky's feelings. So, once you'd let Michael snuggle into you from behind, you returned Chucky's hug from the right and surprised him - bringing him into your embrace as well.