~Ours Forever~ (Yandere!Slasher x Chubby!abused!reader)

Together at last?

~Third person pov~

"They're...they're dead." Freddy remarked. With her head hanging low Y/N shakily spoke "They w-ere trying to do stuff to me, hurt m-me." Looking at her hands, now covered in blood. "We certainly see that, darling." Hannibal mumbled "I had to do it. I can't- I can't let anything happen to me. I need to find the others first, or all I've done would've been for nothing. I had to-"

"Hey, hey! Look at me. I- We know, okay? Those dirty motherfuckers were going to touch you, hurt you. You defended yourself. I'm  just...shit. We're just shocked, I guess?" Freddy tried to calm Y/N down, taking her blood covered hands into his not caring if they would stain his.

Y/N looked up, surprised by Freddy's words. "You're not scared?" Looking at the others, they all responded at the same time "Of you? Never." "But we just met and y-you guys are just so nice to me...I just don't understand, most people would hate one to kill somebody but you, you guys are different. My father always said I'd not be worth it...not worth fighting for....so why?"

"My darling, Y/N you are worthy of everything in this world. Your wannabe of a father just doesn't know how special and precious you are." Hanniball confessed sending a pleading look towards Y/N, honestly meaning what he said and hoping she would believe him. To see her like this broke his heart, it tore him apart that someone who's supposed to be family, was hurting her so much. When he looked into her eyes he saw the same heartbroken expression his sister had terrified him, truly.

Tapping her shoulder, Thomas showed Y/N his notebook. The writing was rather messy but he wanted to let her know why they don't think bad of her, heck...he even wanted to show her his bracelet, not caring about the consequences it may cause.

Y/N, please listen to me! You have no reason to apologize for defending yourself. You wanna know why we treat you so nicely? It's because you, out of all people saved us. You helped us, when we were younger you were there for us. You treated us with so much kindness and love that there's no way of thinking bad of you.

Something shiny caught Y/N's eyes as her view traveled down to his wrist...Y.L...

Y/N questioned "My Initials...how come you have them on your wrist?" The moment the Slashers, up until now at least, feared the most; telling her the truth. About them, about how they know or rather knew each other. It scared them, to think you wouldn't accept them for being the way they are...

Killers. Blood hunting animals who can't think about anybody else except themselves and if that wasn't enough to scare them the look on your face with pure hate, disgust and anger directed at them would definitely do the last bit of destroying them completely.

The only thing they were able to hang on to was the thought of her still being out there, searching, waiting to be found by them and being held in their arms for as long as time allowed. So if this were to turn out bad the only choice they'd have would be an inevitable one.

Of course they wouldn't want to take drastic measures. Which is why they hoped Y/N would understand them, accept them for who they are. "Now this might be frightening and confusing to you, but you know us." The confusion is clearly eminent on her face while turning towards Hannibal

"What do you mean, 'You know us'? I don't remember seeing you all before." Disappointment now clear in the their eyes, disappointed at the fact that their dear Y/N didn't remember any of them.

"Are you perhaps some of my fathers friends?! D-did you guys trick me into believing you were nice? Are you going to bring me back to my father?! I-I can't go back! Please!"

An ache, deep in the pit of her stomach, set in scared that she'd be brought back to her wannabe father. Would they really be that horrible and take her back to her father even though they said themselves that they don't think to happily about him either.

Not being able to turn away, she looked into Hannibal's eyes just for him to notice the welling up of her tears. Hannibal couldn't help himself, usually being the calm and collective one, mouth aghast not knowing how to counter.

Seeing the mess unfold before him Brahams couldn't take, in panic, he hit Y/N over the head. Not too hard to kill her no just hard enough to knock her out cold, catching her in his arms.

Norman gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. "Why in the fucking hell Brahams!? Why the hell would you knock her out?!" His child like voice sending a chill down the others back. "Hannibal scared Y/N! He made her believe we were the bad guys Freddy! I don't want Y/N to hate me!"

They all looked towards Hannibal. "I...it is true, tough I didn't want to scare her. That was certainly not my goal." Quickly writing down on his Notebook Jason angrily hands it to Hannibal.

Well it certainly seems like it was. How are you, a reformed psychiatrist unable to defuse such a situation? Are you even trying or do you plan on blowing this whole thing? And Brahams the hell you thing you were doing? Hitting our Y/N over her head? Do you know that this just might be the cause for her not trusting us at all!?

"W-well I t-think the best t-thing to d-do now would be g-going back t-to the cabin, right?" "For once you've said something smart Norman! Great job!" Making fun of him may not be the best decision but it was the only thing Freddy could think of at this point.

Letting Brahams carry Y/N, they slowly but surely made their way back to the cabin. Laying Y/N on the couch, the Slashers decided to go into the Kitchen. Preparing their minds for what's to come.

~Michael's pov~

Not wanting to speak is an easy way not to participate in any activities that involved said thing. They didn't even notice that I stepped out of the Kitchen, while they began their heated arguing. Now I'm not one for using violence, ironic I know, with Hannibal making everything worse I think it was the best thing Brahams could've done.

Though I've never seen Hannibal act that way, it sure was a sight to see. I mean...the well known psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter was to stunned to speak up. It certainly is not something you'd see everyday.

Is it possible to fall in Love all over again? Because I certainly think it is...glancing at Y/N and seen her in all her beauty is just so mesmerizing that I'd give everything in this World to have her for the rest of a lifetime. I decided to sit on a chair, letting some space in between us.

For obvious reasons I wouldn't be doing that but I don't want Y/N to wake up and die of a heart attack just because I thought it would be great to sit next to her and stroke the beautiful H/L H/C that she has. Staring at her face and noting every blemish on it, just to tell her how perfect she looked.

With Y/N still fast asleep, I decided to rest a little myself though I'd never full fall asleep. With the fear, yes you read that right fear, of Y/N waking up and trying to escape. I couldn't let that happen, not now, not ever. We got her now and there's nothing that could take her from us. I will make sure of that.

~To Be Continued~