Your eyes darted from the corner as you awoke, only to find Michael standing there, his icy blue eyes watching your every move. You're stunned, but your skin turns pale in an instant. "W-what are you doing there?" You mumbled, perplexed as to why he had to keep an eye on you all night. Isn't he getting tired of standing there?
However, he did not respond, so you got out of bed to change, standing like a statue. You cleared your throat to speak, feeling the awkward tension in the air. "Get out for I'll change." You said to the mute killer, who gave you a stern nod when he heard your question, and you sighed gratefully, flustered by his strange behavior.
You changed out of your clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath. You went downstairs to make breakfast after that and awkwardly said, "Good morning Brahms, Michael." Michael nodded to greet you in a similar manner, and Brahms greeted you with a comforting hug, which you returned, unsure of what to do.
"So, what do you both want for breakfast?" You asked, shaking his head and scribbling on his notepad. "I want cottage cheese with fruits!" Exclaimed Brahms, his eyes gleaming with delight; his childish demeanor warmed your heart, and you gave him a closed-eye smile as you laughed. "I'll make that for you." You said quietly, patting his head. "How about you, Michael?" Your focus had shifted to the silent killer.
"I don't require human necessities." His response was a little more sloppy than the others, which perplexed you. Have you irritated him? No. You smiled as you pushed the thought away, "Alright..I guess I'll take that answer for now..." You said, eager for him to try your cooking. There'll always be another time.
When you went to the kitchen to make Brahms' breakfast, you noticed Michael following you like a loyal dog from behind. You hesitated to turn around and ask him, but you did anyway - "Michael, why are you following me...?" You murmured quietly. "I'LL FOLLOW YOU EVERYWHERE, ANYWHERE YOU GO. THAT'S WHAT I MEANT BY STAYING BY YOUR SIDE. YOU'RE MINE." "A-anyway, I believe I have some work to do, and I don't want Brahms to wait for it." You explained, hoping the silent killer would assist you.
He gave you a grunt but still nodded. "Alright, peel the tangerine while I do the kiwi and pineapple." You give a small smile as you return to your work after seeing him do it. You began chopping it into bite-sized pieces as you both finished peeling. To finish it, you gathered them all together. Brahms, hopefully, will enjoy it.
"Thank you very much for your assistance, Michael." You assured him as you patted his shoulder. The silent man hugged you, his mask on your hair, inhaling your sweet scent, and you gladly returned the hug, surprised by his sudden action. Brahms perked him up from his chair and smiled behind his mask as you returned with the plate.
You placed the food on the table for Brahms to eat, and as you turned around to give him privacy - Brahms would be upset if you saw his face without his permission; he was very insecure. He can't right now.
As he finished, "Thank you for the food!" He grinned happily as Michael was just standing behind you watching the view.
"All right, Brahms." You said, tilting his head to the side, indicating that you should continue. "I'll go outside to get some books..." Michael jerked his head towards you, and Brahms sat up from his seat almost instantly. Both men were staring at you, perplexed as to why you wanted to go outside. You sighed in frustration, startled by their movements, as you realized you were going nowhere. "If I'm going to live with you guys, you both have to give me my freedom; I can't stay in this house like I'm in jail!" You grumbled, your face flushed with rage.
Brahms' deep voice called out, "Fine... But you will follow her." Michael, turning his head to face the other killer. He can protect you without any assistance. After all, he is a strong man.
Brahms' favor was accepted with a nod from Michael. He signaled you to get going by turning his head. You sighed with relief and waved goodbye to Brahms as you walked out the front door. Behind you, Michael is stalking you as usual.
You ran into a certain psychiatrist while visiting a nearby library. "Watch where you're going..." You mumbled as you looked up to see the man you'd met a few days before at the hospital. "It must be fate that has brought us together once again." He whispered, giving you one of his famous charming smiles.
Before you decided to speak again, your face had turned pink. "Do you think I'll forgive you for colliding with my frail body? Huh, men are such pitiful beings. Accept my invitation by allowing me to join you." You coughed and straightened your posture as you stood beside him, your heels clicking.
"Of course you can, my dear." He chuckled, and you sighed. "Let me ask you a question, Hannibal." You began, looking through the books. "About the dream demon." You inquired as he raised an eyebrow. You continued as he stiffened, "It appears that you know him very well."
"Well, of course he first appeared in Wes Craven's Nightmare on Elm Street as the spirit of a serial killer who uses a gloved hand with razors to kill his victims in their dreams, causing their deaths in the real world as well. In the dream world, he is a powerful force and almost completely invulnerable." You nodded, wanting him to continue.
"However, whenever Freddy is pulled into the real world, he has normal human vulnerabilities and can be destroyed." He continued, you, raising a brow in response. "Wait, so he could teleport to the human world? That's interesting. He must be some kind of 'person' with special abilities." You said as you locked eyes with the man. "Yes, he can. Krueger tends to attack his victims in their dreams, I hope you're aware of that." He said, and you nodded once more.
He looked at you with his maroon eyes, not wanting to upset you, and said, "I apologize, this is all I have information about him." "That's fine, Hannibal." You said, grabbing a book that piqued your interest.
"I believe I also have some meetings to attend to, let's meet again someday, F/N." He said, and you nodded and waved him goodbye. "Take care." He also waved back, and your cheeks flared up as you noticed how attractive he was. Your heart thumped as you held on to your shirt.
You can't help but be intrigued by this Krueger guy. But one thing you can be certain of is that he is never a man you want to mess with.
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Fanfiction- SLASHERS X !READER - ❝ We are truly meant to be, darling. ❞ As they smoothly dance, he says while grabbing her waist. Under the moonlight, their faces shone brightly; they weren't sure if they were soulmates, but a bond was forced between the two...
