His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 24: Traumatic Truth]

"W...Well...a-as...as long as...he's not going to hurt us...I...I..." Your mother's voice trembled, her response almost inaudible whilst more tears trickled down her face. "As long as...you...you're safe..."

"Oh, Mom..." With tears of your own, you brought her into another hug and felt pain prick at your heart - knowing that if you'd been slightly faster in making your decision, Michael wouldn't have lost his patience and taken it out on your mother. No...No, you couldn't think that way. It wasn't your fault. Things just...Things just...got out of hand. "Nothing's going to hurt you...hurt us. Everything'll be just...just fine from now on...! You'll see...!"

"But...But the OTHERS—!" She panicked again, reminding you of how scared she was of Hannibal, Freddy and Norman. Good thing she didn't know about Pennywise, Jason, or Billy and Stu's real personalities. "Have...Have they been treating you alright...? T-They're not...They're not HURTING you...now are they...? You haven't been in any pain recently, now have you...!?"

"Nuh-uh..." You softly reassured her, shaking your head with a sympathetic gaze and doing your best to calm her down. "So don't worry. They've actually been pretty nice to me so far, believe it or not."

"S-Seriously...?" Your mother gasped in surprise, her eyes glistening with distrust and disbelief. "They...They haven't attacked you or anything...!?"

"Mom." You called gently, moving backwards a little bit so you could face her full-on. "I understand why you're scared. Honestly, I do. But you're just going to have to trust me on this one. Why would they ask - okay, well maybe not ask - but want me to stay with them if their overall intention was to beat me up...? That doesn't make any sense."

"B-But Krueger...!" Her voice rose once more whilst she became frightened again - her fear making you think back to what had happened a second time.

—

"Why are you all here...?" "Mom! What—"
"Well, lookie-lookie, look who's home~"

"Persuasion?" "For what?" "Oh Mom, please don't—"
"Persuasion for you to move in with us~"

"P-Please don't do this-!"
"This doesn't involve you right now, bitch." "So shut the fuck up."
"Don't talk to my mother like that!"

—

"I know." You sarcastically spoke, rolling your eyes as you released an amused sigh. "Believe me. Freddy always acts that way. He's an absolute bastard most of the time. Psychopathic and twisted. An insatiable sadist. Unresponsive to reason and deaf to pleas of mercy. He shows very little composure; and is prone to both fits of joy and rage. It doesn't take much to figure that out."

"Has he...Has he threatened you as well...!?" Your mother questioned fearfully, her eyes filling up with fright while she started to create the worst possible scenarios. "A-Are you still getting those terrible, terrible nightmares...!?"

"Wha-huh...? No, I'm fine. I mean, he still enters my dreams 24/7, and still acts like a child, but most of the time I manage to get some sleep. Why do you ask...?" You answered truthfully, puzzled by her sudden worry and wondering if Freddy had was the one behind her unexpected anxiety. "Is he giving you nightmares too...?"