His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 57: Sorry Excuses]

Shock flew through your veins like fire, surprise spiralling across your face within mere seconds as you suddenly took in what your partner just said. "W-Wait...W...What...?" You faintly stammered, taking a step to the side of your bedroom before flashing a glance towards the suspicious-looking Good Guy Doll.

"What Krueger speaks is the honest truth, I'm afraid, (Y/n)." Hannibal calmly agreed, placing his hand softly on your shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze a second or two afterwards. "After all, he's the Lakeshore Strangler. He's not "just a doll". He's just like us. His real name isn't just Chucky, nor is it Charlie. You're interacting with Charles Lee Ray here, remember? Born on May 1st, in Hackensack, New Jersey, to a loving set of parents named Peter and Elizabeth Ray."

"But I...I don't understand..." You questioned with a confused expression, still not comprehending his motivation or reasoning. "Why would you...Why would you kill your own mother...? Did you...Did you really hate her that much...?"

"Nah. Not really." Chucky chuckled impishly, finding your confusion and uneasiness to be moderately amusing. "I just couldn't give less of a fuck. I just didn't care. I helped another serial killer back in the day, and in return, he gave me advice. One, that I should always cover my tracks. Y'know like, wiping the blood off of my pocketknife before handing it back to me and all of that. He was very, very helpful."

"Oh, I...I see..." You uncomfortably responded, trying to see things from his point of view and be somewhat reasonable at the exact same time. "How, um...How helpful of him...I uh...I suppose...?"

"Well, (Y/n), this has been fun, explainin' my past and everythin', but I gotta go. I have a date with not only killin' my former accomplice, but also makin' sure that a certain detective has a date with death." He talked uncaringly, brushing towards your bedroom door and attempting to leave.

"Hang on a second...!" You bursted out in a worried tone, grabbing his right wrist and stopping him from moving. "If you leave now, and head back into town - you'll risk not only being found by the Police and Cops again, but you'll also risk being caught by everybody else regardless...!"

"So? So what? What do I care? You don't think that I can take anybody else on?" The doll sharply retaliated, acting highly defensive and fiercely hurt all of a sudden. "You've got a lotta nerve thinkin' that I can't defend myself around here. You stupid, stupid bitch!"