Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 73: You Getting Scared...?]

Once you'd willingly agreed to hold hands with Michael, you held hands and took a deep breath; mentally preparing yourself to be taunted or teased by Freddy. It's not like you were scared or anything, you just weren't in the mood to be mocked, that's all. But, you couldn't avoid the dream demon - or the rest of the house - forever. Not to mention you still hadn't eaten anything for dinner yet. Besides, you could always just ignore him. Michael's earlier words suddenly echoed through your thoughts, giving you an unexpected sense of calm and helping you to collect your usual composure.

"I ᗯOᑎ'T ᒪET KᖇᑌEGEᖇ TᖇY ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG. I ᑭᖇOᗰIᔕE. YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ ᕼᗩᐯE TO GO ᗷᗩᑕK ᗪOᗯᑎᔕTᗩIᖇᔕ Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎT TO." [A/N: "I WON'T LET KRUEGER TRY ANYTHING. I PROMISE. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO."] Yeah...Yeah. You'd be fine. All you had to do was interact a little, have some dinner, and then you'd be able to just head back upstai—

"Oh~?" A wicked voice drawled out after you'd moved through the hallway and passed the living room. "Would you look who's back. Finished your little temper tantrum, now have you, sweets~?"

"Don't even START with that crap, Freddy." You huffed in annoyance, pushing your aggravation down and moving towards the kitchen instead. "I'm NOT in the mood. All I want to do now is to HAVE something to eat, DEAL with the new information I JUST got told from Hannibal, and then HOPEFULLY come up with a plan to somehow STOP the unwanted admirers."

"D'aww, but I missed you~" The dream demon hummed deceitfully; disappearing and reappearing behind you as soon as you'd started cooking dinner, curling his arms around your waist so he could tug you into his chest. "You were gone for so, SO long~"

"Freddy, I was gone for ninety-minutes." You dryly pointed out, rolling your eyes whilst you shook your head and continued cooking. "If that. So then can't you stop being impatient for just one minute...? Tonight's been a pretty stressful night for me so far."

"Stressful...? How so...?" Pennywise echoed with a puzzled expression, not understanding your words as he also appeared out of thin air and leant against the kitchen counter. "Is this because of that pathetic little fight from before...?"

"You mean the fight that YOU lost?" Freddy snapped viciously, breaking away from you for a split-moment so he could hold his knifed hand out and threaten the killer clown. "After all, YOU were the one who stopped and gave up, remember...?"

"Um, Freddy, I think he was just talking about the fight between Norman and—"

"The only reason I gave up was because I grew bored~" Penny cooed in a sickly-sweet tone, blowing him a condescending kiss before purposely trying to strike a sore spot. "As I recall, you were the one wrenching a knife out of your chest, so who ELSE would I be talking about~?"