Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 75: Monday Morning]

"Really...That won't be necessary..." You tiredly replied, your anger fading as you leant back against the kitchen counter. "Just...Just please save them. Please. The contacts saved in that phone were incredibly important to me."

"Duly noted." Hannibal vowed politely, taking one of your hands in his and pressing his lips lightly against the top of yours as a sign of respect. "In fact, I give you my word."

"Yeah, I wonder why I don't trust you so much anymore..." You muttered under your breath sarcastically; pulling your hand away before raising your eyebrows and shaking your head straight afterwards.

"Oh? And why-ever not?" He angelically asked, a tinge of mischief lingering underneath his tone whilst a devious gaze danced across his expression. "Don't tell me that you trust the others more~"

"W-W...Wait a second...! That's not—"
"(Y-Y/n)...Y-You...You don't t-trust me anymore...?" Norman exclaimed in alarm, clutching at his chest with both hands while you internally panicked. Oh, great—

"N...No...! Th-Th...That's not what I—!"
"S-So it's...So it's true t-then...!?" He wailed dejectedly; disintegrating into more and more sobs with every passing second. "Y...You really D-DO trust t-the others MORE than m-me...!"

"Hold on, this is getting way out of hand—!"
"The FUCK she does." The dream demon roughly retorted, gritting his teeth before tearing his claws right into Norman's side and throwing him directly into the kitchen walls. "YOU were the idiot that upset her in the FIRST place. MORON."

"Guys, please..."
"I-I was NOT-!" Norman hotly fired in return, dodging Freddy's next attack and instead slamming his trusty pocketknife into the demonic male's back. "Y-YOU and that...that C-CLOWN were the j-jerks that made earlier s-so...so DIFFICULT...!"

"Actually—"
"Truth be told, if you hadn't tried to hide the truth a second time, little lollipop wouldn't have lost her cool like that, now would she~? Stupid little boy." Retaliating, Pennywise defended himself without any trouble; his golden-eyes glistening possessively as he began to transform into the darker version of himself. "Honestly, you and that pathetic little dream demon are both to blame, for making her feel not only uneasy, but uncomfortable too."

"Believe me, I think that felony's long passed by this point..." Mumbling again, you sighed in embarrassment and spun back around; deciding on finishing dinner without the unknown caller interrupting you again.

To your surprise, your partners' plan worked; you not having a mobile phone working to your advantage as you completed preparing your meal in peace. But although you created your food without any fighting, you still had to deal with arguing at the table; Pennywise versus Norman, Freddy up against Pennywise, Michael becoming somewhat irritated by Norman's sentimental attitude, and Norman hating how the stalker was suddenly picking on him. Just how the Hell were you meant to eat throughout all of this crap!? Fortunately, Hannibal stepped in and put an end to their violent fighting; however his condescending reprimanding only fuelled further resentment.