Care (Slashers X Reader)

FIFTEEN

It's the next day after your little shopping spree and you're quite excited to show everyone the things you got for them. You picked things out for all of them, taking quite a bit of time to think over what they might or might not like. A few of them were certainly easier to shop for such as Bo since you know he'd be happy with anything pertaining to vehicles. A few were more difficult, like Hannibal. The doctor was very sophisticated and had a very specific taste and it took you an extremely long time just to find even a single book you thought he'd enjoy.

Gathering the abundance of gifts, you leave your room and head towards the ward they live in. You decided to go in order of the rooms, starting at Jason's and ending at Hannibal's. This is mostly because you're most nervous to give Hannibal the things you bought for him. The man is almost impossible for you to read and you're scared he'll hate what you got him and that he'll hide that fact from you. You know you're more than likely overthinking the situation but it's hard not to.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you swipe your card to enter the long hallway filled with rooms, instantly moving straight to Jason's room. The large man visibly perks up at the sight of you, his eyes crinkled in a smile beneath his mask. You smile as well, moving across the room towards his table in the middle of the room where you set down the paper bags- a requirement made by Wanda since plastic bags can be a bit deadly if used in the right way.

"Hello Jason. How are you today?"

'Better now that you're here!'

You flush slightly at his bold statement before turning your attention towards the bags, looking through them for the one that holds the things you got for him. "I'm glad you're doing alright." You finally find the correct bag and begin unpacking the items, setting them on the table in front of him. "I got you some gifts since you've been very well behaved lately. I got you a scrapbook that has the little sleeves you can slip your drawings into so they're all kept safe. I also got you a sketch pad that you can fill as well."

He claps his hands together, obviously excited about the gifts. He stands up to scurry towards his side table where he opens the drawer to pull out a stack of drawings before moving back towards the table so he can begin putting them in the scrap book. He pauses every now and then, glancing between the different images before deciding which one to put in next.

"I've got to get going now Jason." His head snaps up as he looks at you, his eyes shining with sadness. "Awe, don't worry. I'll see you later on, okay? Enjoy your gifts."

Exiting Jason's room, you move on to Michael's. The door opens with a loud click as it unlocks, allowing you to enter the quiet man's room. He's sitting at his table as per usual and he instantly turns when he hears you enter. You smile brightly at him, glad that he has started silently greeting you whenever he sees you.

"Good morning, Michael." You move towards the table to set down the multitude of paper bags. Michael's eyes are glued to the bags, a silent question being asked in his gaze. You can tell he's curious as to what you've brought. "I went shopping last night and got some things for everyone."

Opening one of the bags, you pull out the few things you got for him. "I got you some new paints since I noticed yours were getting a bit low and some tacks to hang some more masks. I also heard that you enjoy a certain holiday so I brought you some candy since I'm sure it's been a long time since you've last had any."

Michael reaches forward, his large hand grabbing one of the candy bars. You're glad you picked correctly as he lifts his mask just enough to reveal his lips so he can eat the sweet treat. The second it's gone he reaches for another, eating just as quickly as the first one, making you laugh softly. "Don't eat it all at once, Michael. You'll get sick."

He shakes his head, obviously not caring as he eats his third candy bar. You sigh, knowing he won't listen to you. "Fine, but I don't want to hear any complaints when you get a tummy ache." You joke slightly as you gather up the remaining bags. "I'm going to go give the others their things now. I'll see you later for dinner, Michael."

Exiting his room, you head off to the next one. Upon entering you spot Norman laying in bed but he instantly stands up once he spots you. His hands nervously twiddle together as he gives you a shy smile that you return with a large one of your own. "G-good morning!"

"Good morning, Norman." Just like in the other rooms, you head over to his table to set down the bags. "I've got something for you."

"R-really?" He stutters cutely, stepping over to the table as he peers curiously at the bags. "Y-you didn't have t-to do that."

Shrugging, you send him a wink. "I wanted to. Now hush and let me spoil you since you deserve it."

His face flushes red at your words but he stays silent, obviously deciding against arguing with you. You can't help but to chuckle a bit at his reaction as you pull out the things you bought for him. His eyes light up at the sight in your hands and you swell with pride knowing you did a good job picking them out.

"A-are those?" He trails off as he gently takes them from your hands.

"You've always seemed like the romantic type to me so I thought you'd enjoy romance novels the best." You motion towards the books in his hands. "This series just so happens to be one of my favorites. Once you read them, we can talk about them, okay?"

"Y-yes!" He beams at you, his body practically vibrating in excitement. "I-I'd like that very much!"

Feeling happy with how well the first three reacted to your gifts, you move on to the next room.