"Thanks again for letting us stay, angelo mio." Hannibal spoke with gratitude, standing next to you in the kitchen whilst he unwrapped his meal and got ready to reheat said food. "I really do appreciate it."

"Yeah, well, you guys didn't really give me much choice." You pointed out tiredly, bringing up how not only had Hannibal arrived unexpectedly, but Penny and Freddy had both teleported into the mansion parlour without warning also.

"My apologies, but at the end of the day, we were invited." He smoothly replied, surprise fluttering across your face as you paused from making Brahms' evening meal.

"What...!? By who—" You stopped yourself from asking, thinking back to earlier and falling silent.

"I think you already know whom called us in for assistance." Hannibal mentioned in a mischievous manner, your mind flashing back to a previous thought and causing you to internally groan.

—

"—Considering something might happen this afternoon."
"Oh yeah...? Like what...? You got something planned...?"

—

"Michael and Chucky called you three behind my back during the night, didn't they...?" You double-checked with a monotone type of voice, returning back to cooking after you'd talked to Hannibal about it a second time.

"They didn't do it out of malice." He softly remarked, trying to comfort you and stop you from feeling betrayed. "I may not like them, but if they hadn't have rung, then I wouldn't have known that you were in danger again."

"But I'm not in any danger...!" You protested fiercely, finishing Brahms' food for the early evening and facing Hannibal head-on.

"We can't know that for sure." The dark-haired male decided in a protective fashion; heating up his own meal before curling his arm lightly around your waist, using his other hand to sweetly caress and stroke the outline your cheek. "You have to remember, your safety is everything to us. So until then, none of us here want to leave you alone with a suspicious, sentient doll."

"None of you are going to let this go, are you?" You sarcastically questioned, avoiding his gentle gaze while pushing aside your pounding heartbeat.

"Mmm...No." Hannibal responded amusedly, finding your reply to be somewhat funny after you'd turned around to pick up food and place it on the dinner room table.

Well, you'd also decided to move away from him because you didn't want Michael to blow his fuse and slash the psychiatrist into nothing but sheer shreds as well. Luckily, you'd placed Brahms in the living room, so he'd stay safe and out of the way of the others. Freddy had vanished into thin air, deciding to feed himself in his usual style as his dislike towards the others grew even stronger, Pennywise was toying around the dining room, and Chucky was waiting for you in the hallway, not wanting to be around anybody except you. It made you feel special after thinking about why he put up with the others just so he could spend time specifically with yourself. Ignoring that though, you picked up everybody's meals and headed towards the dining room - Chucky joining your side and Hannibal holding his own plate as you met up with Michael and Penny too. But before you could go and fetch Brahms, you jumped out of shock; stunned by the crashing sound you'd suddenly heard take place in the living room.

"Okay, what the fuck was that...!?" Chucky darkly commented, stopping himself from sitting down as he checked to make sure nothing dangerous was surrounding you.

"Sounded like the music player in the living room." You answered with worry, concerned for Brahms' safety once you'd shoved dinner down on the table and turned to exit the room entirely.

"I don't think you should go in there, sugar." Grabbing your wrist, Pennywise stopped you from leaving; tugging you back to where you were previously standing and hugging you from behind.

"Brahms is in there...!" You firmly flared back, twirling around and managing to yank your wrist out of his grasp somehow.

"Yeah, well that doesn't mean that you should go in there...!" Penny argued possessively, his selfishness showing while he kept on cuddling your body.

"He's an eight-year-old boy...! He could be in danger...!" You angrily stated, shoving the clown away from you after you'd made up your mind.

"At least let us go in there, and check it out first." He snapped with a stern expression, disappearing and teleporting in there before you could complain or disagree.

"Penny, wait...!" You exclaimed in a fearful shout, rushing out of the dining room and hurrying down the hallway; shoving open the living room's door as you skidded inside. "Are you ok—?"

Screaming, you stared at the wall and stepped backwards; your face growing pale as you completely and utterly covered your lips, petrified by what was painted across the wall. "Sweetie, don't look—" Penny panicked at your reaction, standing in front of the living room wall once everybody else had hurriedly entered too.

"What the fuck...?" You heard Freddy comment in confusion, having teleported in before Pennywise and not spotted anybody in here. "Who...?"

"(Y/n)!? What's wrong!?" Chucky shouted with concern, moving over to your side before noticing the wall and pulling out his knife.

You couldn't even respond, Michael clutching his kitchen knife and standing in front of you; making sure you weren't in any sort of danger whilst Hannibal had swiftly approached you too. "(Y/n)...?" He soothingly called, holding both of your shoulders as he attempted to calm you down and distract you.

"Y-Y...Yeah...?" You whispered weakly, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes after you felt your legs fall from under you. Fortunately, the psychiatrist saw this coming and was able to catch you, bending down in front of you while he tried to direct your attention away from the gruesome image behind him.

"It's meant for us. Not you. Whoever wrote this left it as a warning for the rest of us. But not for you. Otherwise they would've written it the very moment you'd arrived." Hannibal cleverly theorised, his comforting words keeping you sane and stopping you from losing it altogether. "You can rest assure of that. I promise. Nobody wants you to leave. If anything, I'd say whoever wrote this wants you to stay."

"W-Why m...me...?" You stammered in a tiny voice, hiding your face in his chest and pretending you never even saw what was written across the wall.

"You don't realise the effect you have on people, do you, Rea—dearest?" Stopping and correcting himself, Hannibal secretly smiled, running his fingers through a few strands of your hair whilst he carried on talking precisely to you.

"The effect...?" You confusedly echoed, puzzled by his words as Hannibal kept being able to calm you down. "What are you talking abo—?"

"Never mind that. Let's just focus on fixing the situation at hand and keeping everyone here safe. Is that alright with you?" He asked kindly, giving you the option to confirm and rejoin the conflict at hand.

"Wait! W-We still need to make sure that Brahms is okay...!" You freaked out frantically, climbing to your feet and glancing around with tremendous terror.

"He's right where you left him. See?" Raising his finger, Hannibal pointed towards the living room chair and reassured you again; his remark angering the others this time, not you.

"NO. There's NO fucking way." Freddy hissed aloud, losing his temper and holding his finger-knives out like earlier, furiously. "I-I don't BELIEVE it!"

"W-What don't you believe...?" You timidly wondered, hugging your arms together whilst you tried to ignore the horrifying message. But it was almost impossible, your eyes landing on it several seconds later and forcing you to shudder.

G E T O U T

"There's NO way someone could write a warning THAT fucking fast, and LEAVE before ANY one of us could enter or teleport in too." The dream demon snarled with rage, slashing at the wall next to bloody one and growing gradually more frustrated.

"I...I agree...!" Pennywise bursted out viciously, siding with the other killer before clenching his fists. "T-There's absolutely NO way...!"

"But Brahms is right there. It couldn't have been him..." You defended the doll as best as you could; the rat blood the message was painted in making you want to vomit and shake your head by this point.

"But then who else could've—?" Before Chucky could finish his question, it was almost as if Michael mentally snapped inside; the stalker storming forwards and snatching up the doll by its throat. Once he'd done that, it became pretty obvious what the masked slasher intended on doing - based on his pissed-off form and unstable twitching.

He intended on—
"MICHAEL, DON'T—!"