His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 28: Your Secret's Safe]

Before you could say or do anything, Norman lunged straight towards Billy and tackled him to the ground; past not only you, but the other slashers as well. "N-Now I'M gonna d-do what Mother T-TOLD me to d-do, just as S-SOON as I f-found out who y-you were...!" Norman hatefully hissed, holding a pocketknife and gritting his teeth as he started to twitch.

"Your mother is DEAD." Billy snapped in return, kneeing Norman in the chest before rolling him over and taking out a Bowie knife. "So how the FUCK would she be able to tell you what to do...!?"

"S-She speaks to m-me...all the t-time...!" Norman denied coldly, his deranged characteristics coming into play while he struggled against Billy's grasp. "S...So g-get OFF of m-me...!"

"Speaks to you all the time, huh...?" Stu mused thoughtfully, mulling over Norman's words and not caring that Billy was about to murder him. "Then where is she, mate...? Haven't seen her around recently."

"I wish they'd choose a better spot to battle each other than the front porch." Hannibal sighed with slight annoyance, rolling his eyes and shaking his head whilst he also didn't seem to show any interest. "It's like they don't even care about giving away our position anymore. Not to mention it makes us look bad."

"Look bad...? LOOK bad...!?" You freaked out in alarm, terrified on both of their behalves. "They're about to KILL each other...! Who CARES about looking bad...!?"

"She's got a point there, Lecter." Stu unexpectedly remarked, an amused grin sliding across his face a second or two afterwards. "I don't wanna look bad when I get taken out, or if I take somebody else out."

"Hmm...I suppose you've got a point." The psychiatrist spoke uncaringly, placing his thumb and forefinger underneath his chin before lifting it up. "That would cause problems for myself as well. Considering that if anybody were to stumble onto our place of residence sometime soon - and discover a couple of random corpses - that certainly wouldn't do any of us any favours."

"Why aren't you two DOING anything...!?" You fearfully exclaimed, pushing their concerns to the side and attempting to force their attention back towards the ongoing fight. "They aren't LIKE Penny or Freddy...! They're NOT supernatural...! They're NOT immortal...! They're—"

"I wouldn't worry that much 'bout it, babe~" Stu replied soothingly, curling his arm around your waist and trying to comfort you as he flashed you a very sweet smile. "I mean to be honest, Bates was the one that started it. Billy's just finishing it."

"Michael...? What...What are your thoughts...?" You questioned the quiet stalker in a tiny voice, trying to ignore your uncontrollable heartbeat and faint blush all at the same time. "They're not really going to murder each other...right now...out on the front porch...now are they...?"