Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 21: Evil Encounter]

"Mm...Yes, it's one of my many...talents." Pennywise mischievously mentioned, shifting into his darker form after seeing Freddy hold his weapon out. "After all, I am the eater of worlds, am I not?"

"N-Not to us, you're not...! Y-You're nothing but a...but a clown." Norman bursted out angrily, gaining a sudden surge of confidence as he took a step forwards.

"Norman, don't." Hannibal grasped the dark-haired male's shoulder and stopped him from moving any further, murmuring urgently into his ear. "This is what IT wants. Remember?"

"Just let me grab her." Norman heartbrokenly begged, tears glistening at the edge of his eyes whilst he gritted his teeth with the utmost of frustration. "P-Please-! S-She NEEDS us-! N-NOW—!"

"Relax. She'll be fine. I'll handle this." Hannibal reassured him soothingly - acting strangely serene as he carried on speaking to the sadistic clown.

"What is there to handle!?" Freddy hissed at the psychiatrist stubbornly, following Norman's lead before slashing at the side of the sewer wall. "We already know what this son-of-a-bitch stole from us."

"Excuse me?" Pennywise half-laughed, finding the dream demon's comment to be partly funny while his golden orbs glinted with evil amusement.

"You'll have to excuse him. We're not here to start a fight, believe it or not. We simply came to retrieve our partner." Hannibal politely explained, attempting to gain control of the situation and calm it down. "She went missing earlier this evening, and we all grew slightly...concerned."

"So that's why you've come? Because of one human girl?" The clown casually wondered, curiosity dripping down from his tone whilst he ignored the demonic killer completely.

"Wh...at's-uh...wr...oh...ng-uh...w-uh...ith...her-uh...?" Jason demanded worriedly, clenching his machete and glaring at the playful monster with a furious expression. [A/N: "What's wrong...with her...?"]

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Pennywise wickedly responded, his gaze now overflowing with hunger as he looked at her himself. "She's so...so perfect."

"Like I've previously stated, we're not looking to start a fight. All we want is to take (Y/n) home with us and that's it." Hannibal patiently continued, wanting to appear unruffled and unthreatening.

"-I mean, she's not like the others. This girl, she's...she's different. Even when I used my...gift on her, she didn't descend into madness. No, no, no. Not like all the other children." The clownish killer informed them with evil excitement, releasing a laugh of pure insanity as he became almost infatuated by his new discovery.

"Oh she's different alright." Freddy sarcastically muttered, rolling his eyes and tightening his grip on his right hand.

"What is it that you like about her then, if I may be so kind as to ask?" The pleasant psychiatrist inquired in a civilised manner; placing a hand on Michael's chest before cautiously shaking his head.