Taking care of The Wicked

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After the therapy session with Pennywise himself, Y/N felt better but she was still scared and unhappy. Y/N was alone in the room which gave her time to observe the room, it was decorated nicely yet still a bit messy and dirty. Y/N sighed and stood up from the bed, she can not get out and might as well clean up a bit. She surprisingly found a broom and started sweeping dirt into the corner of the room. The Window was boarded up which made Y/N frown, but she will keep this broom in here just in case, maybe she can use it. She will get out of there, somehow... but it will be hard with killers that could easily overpower her. A knock pulled Y/N out of her thoughts as she turned around she saw a familiar tall man with a hockey mask walk in. He held a tray in his hands that looked like it had food and some water on it. Without saying anything he slowly put the tray on the bed and left. Y/N frowned and looked at the food. It looked decent enough but it felt wrong eating from the people who were keeping her captive, so she mentally shook her head and sat on a nearby chair. Y/N gazed around the room and could not help but think...how did she end up in this situation? She only wanted to full fill her dream as a Doctor and help them get over their traumas but...what happened? Now she is sitting in a locked room. A single tear rolled down her face as she was getting frustrated every second going by. Maybe she can get out of here...maybe she will act...maybe she will get depressed and maybe then they will let her leave...? 

Surprisingly none of them had visited her which relieved her but she could not help but wonder...is this some type of punishment? Y/Ns eyes moved to the Teddybear sitting neatly on the bed, she smiled at it, at least one thing was helping her stay sane. She slowly took the Teddy in her hands and examined it. It looked too adorable, she smiled and hugged the plushie tightly. 

Without realizing Y/N slowly closed her eyes and drifted off into her world...

A World without them...

But this is Reality

A harsh thud woke Y/N up from her sleep, her eyes darted at the door and saw the Slasher she feared most...Michael...he stood there tall, as his eyes roamed around your body. Y/N breath started getting quicker as she wanted to get up and run but how could she possibly run from him? She stayed seated and just looked in his emotionless Mask. 

Finally, after 3 minutes of an intense stare-off, Michael moved. Y/N darted up and moved to the corner of the room in fear. His eyes made her nervous and a shiver went through her spine as he started getting closer to her fragile form in the corner. As he got closer she stayed still till he finally raised his hand and patted her head? Is she seriously receiving head pats from her Kidnapper?...

She felt him tense up against her, Y/N thought hard about it, maybe she could fool them into thinking she loves them so she can find an escape way. Y/N took a deep breath and leaned into his touch. He was warm but remembering what he did to her or even could do, made Y/N fear for her own sake. She felt his other hand raise and caress her back.  With all the might she had within herself, she stuttered out. "M-Michael...I am s-sorry". 

he tensed up again yet he relaxed and continued with his relaxing movements. Even tho she also felt relaxed and warm against him she reminded herself of what he could do to her... 

Her fear will never change...