Slasher Mansion

You're it, Sucker!

Description: (Y/n) and some of the Slashers -mainly Stu and Hannibal- play tag. (Other Slashers only mentioned) 

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Hannibal sat at his desk, focused as he tediously sketched another one of his many Renaissance themed drawings. Classical Opera played in the background.

Crash!

Looking up from the drawing, his eyes shot towards the door. He clutched his scapple firmly. He inched quietly over as the loud patter of feet pounded against the floor. From what he could hear, it had to be somewhere down the hall. Bracing his composure, his hands firmly grip the handle. The steps grew faster as he heard someone yelp.

(Y/n).

Worry struck him. Did someone break in?

Just as he opened the door, someone ran in; clashing into his steady frame. He grabbed a hold of their arms as his scapple fell to the floor.

"(Y/n)?" He calmed slightly at the sight of you. "What happened? Are you hurt-"
You hid behind him. You giggled as you grasped onto his shoulders for balance.

"We're playing tag. Stu's it!"

He relaxed. It was just another day at the mansion. No one was hurt...possibly.

Turning around, he couldn't help but smile. If only you knew how adorable you could be. Your face was a dusted shade of pink, your hair messy from running. Hannibal was known for his precision and composure, so It surprised him how he'd find your disheveled moments such as this, cute. All well, I suppose being proper was more of his thing.

You were still trying to catch you breath. That was understandable, Stu was on the football team; sprinting was practically his second nature. His only downfall, however, was he was overly clumsy.

Another loud crash could be heard coming up the stairs, this time the sound of glass shattered. That better not have been his new vase he bought. It was imported from Italy.

Your eyes widened as you frantically looked for a hiding spot. Yep, it was probably Stu.

He held back a laugh.

"Hide under the desk." He slightly nudged you.
"Thank you!" was all you could manage to get out as you quickly slid under there, pulling the chair in front of you. Just as you put the chair in place, Stu came bustling in the doorway.

He, however, was not adorable.

His hair clung to his face as beads of sweat fled from his forehead. He was almost beat red as he huffed. He desperately sucked in air. If Hannibal didn't know better, he could've assumed Stu had severe asthma.

"Good afternoon, Stu. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah-" he huffed once more; now catching his breath, "Yeah, man. I'm fine. I'm looking for (y/n). Have you seen her?"

"Why, what for? It almost looks as if you're hunting her."

"What? No, not at all. We're just playing tag-"

"What happened to you? You sound like you need an inhaler. I thought you were athletic."

His face now more red; blushing from embarrassment, he quickly tries to defend himself. " I am athletic! (Y/n)'s just hard to catch. You'd be proud Doc! I've been running around, searching for her the past 20 minutes!"

"Hmm." It almost sounded interesting to join your game.

"You're right, I am proud of her."

"What? I meant me, not her! I've been running for 20 minutes straight!"

"That's because your technique is faulty. You're being too loud...too sloppy." Hannibal's eyes held a mischievous look to them.

"What, Doc? You think you could do better?"
Stu tested.

"Possibly...who all has joined your game?"

"Uh, Billy, Me, Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Brahms, and (y/n)." Stu struck his fingers.

"Alright, I'll join. How do you know the game's over?"

"You don't," Stu tags Hannibal and sprints out of the study. "You're it, sucker!" Stu's voice echoed down the hall, "Doc's it!"

Hannibal turned around. He watched warmly as you slid out from the desk.

"Thanks for hiding me. Are you really joining us?"

"Why? Do you not want me to-"

"No, I'd love you to!...It's just not like you." You smiled.

"You'd be surprised how much I love a cat and mouse game, my dear." He now smirked as realization washed over your features.

"Hannibal, please don't..." you laughed, anxiously looking for a way out.

He stood still for a moment, contemplating your request. It was very useless. You were only prolonging the inevitable; he'd catch you eventually.

"Alright, I'll let you go. Just this once."

How could he say no to you? You really were just too precious. He held an amused smile as he gracefully walked towards the doorway.
He paused.

"Oh and (y/n),"

He looked you over one last time, leaning down as he picked his scapple up; placing it neatly on one of his many bookshelves.

"You can run, but you can't hide...for long." And with that he swiftly exits.

Oh shit, You thought. We're lambs in a lions den.

But for some reason, that only excited you.