His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 38: Soul Power]

"I...If you s-say so..." Dipping his head as a nod a few minutes later, Norman dubiously agreed; the dark-haired male looking a little worried about your safety while Michael flashed a glance coldly in the direction of Freddy.

"It's not the unstained state it's in, sweet~face, it's the sweet, sweet soul power it's got." The mischievous dream demon mentioned in a mocking tone, idly watching you prepare dinner for the rest of the evening and scraping his finger-knives across the kitchen-top with nothing but boredom.

"So this "Soul power" it's got." You asked in a quizzical manner, finishing the meal before facing Freddy full-on. "What exactly is that...?"

"Mmm...It's a son-of-a-bitch to explain." The sadistic demon mused thoughtfully, now sitting above the countertop and scratching it that way. Then, he shot you a sly grin, clearly wanting to scare you off. "And you're not going to like it, Princess~"

"The eight of you are already pretty traumatising." You spoke with sarcasm, rolling your eyes and shaking your head with slight annoyance. "So quit with the condescending attitude, Frederick."

"Call me that again and I won't EVER tell you, bitch." He resentfully growled, holding his knifed hand out and obviously hating his original name. "Understand...?"

"Whatever. I've plainly hit a sore spot." You sighed, sticking your tongue out while checking to make sure that dinner wasn't burnt - just like his ego.

"Do you WANT to die...?" Freddy responded menacingly; glaring you down as you raised your eyebrows, shrugging at his question.

"Depends. I am in a house full of overwhelmingly dangerous serial killers, y'know...? It's not exactly good for my health." You pointed out smoothly, leaning backwards against the other kitchen tabletop with both hands. "Being in danger isn't exactly abnormal for me. Same old, same old."

"There is seriously something wrong with you." The dream demon devilishly chuckled, amused by your blatant lack of well-being. "But fine. We both use it."

"When you say "we"—?"
"I mean that pathetic little clown and myself." Becoming serious, Freddy darkly explained for real; the slasher dragging his blades back and forth against the kitchen's tabletop a second time and giving you an actual response.

"Is that why Penny called you in...? Because you're the only other one in our group that can sense and use it...?" You theorised with curiosity, tilting your head to the side a tiny bit whilst still trying to figure all of this out. "Nobody else here does or can...?"

"Not that I know of..." Inattentively, Freddy brushed the subject of the doll and Pennywise to the side, continuing on with the soul power while also commenting on the rest of the killers. "Myers is your own personal, psychopathic bodyguard, Voorhees is your own literal child who goes around slashing at things, Bates is just an upset, angsty teen, Lecter is nothing but a gaslighting cannibal, and those two teenagers were nothing but a pitiful excuse for a horror movie killer. That stupid clown is the only one I can sense soul power in right now."