His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 60: Sorrowful Apology]

"Like apologise to someone. Someone important." You declared in a determined tone of voice; asking everyone except Michael to leave your bedroom.

"Wha-huh...?" Chucky questioned confusedly, curiosity dribbling from his tone as he drew more and more bewildered by your unanticipated and unexpected request.

"Please guys...? This is important. If not to you guys, then to me." You begged helplessly, despair and distress flooding through your veins whilst you glanced pleadingly from slasher to slasher.

"Certainly, angelo mio." Hannibal agreed immediately, flashing you a sweet smile before planting a gentlemanlike kiss on the tip of your hand and turning around to politely leave your bedroom.

"B-But—!" Norman hatefully protested, his selfishness and obsessiveness towards you shining through. "Y-You ALWAYS l...let M-ME stay—!"

"And why does Myers get to stay, huh...? The fuck's up with that...?" Freddy chipped in with furious jealousy, his usual dark mirth crumbling as he decided to stand directly where he was; his knifed glove held out with strange aggravation.

"Because this is something I just have to do." You strongly explained, doing everything you could to fight back and show your will power. "Besides, I already promised you that I'd visit you in my dreams - well, my nightmares - so do me a favour and leave me be. At least for this morning."

"Oh, this ISN'T over, princess." The dream demon drawled darkly, possessiveness gleaming throughout his tone while he snatched at your wrist with his left hand. "You have a LOT to fucking make up for. Actually~"

"Krueger, leave (Y/n) be. Now. She doesn't need to be pestered by a lowlife like you anymore this morning." Hannibal interjected coldly, literally wrenching Freddy's left arm backwards and freeing your wrist a second or two later. "If she says she has something she needs to attend to, then that means we should give her the time and space she requires."

"But that's BULLSHIT." The demonic male snapped, losing his temper out of nowhere and behaving unexpectedly frustrated. "If the stalker gets to stay, then—"

"N-NO way...!" Norman shrieked in childishly, breaking down as he joined their petty argument. "T...That's S-SO unfair...! If FREDDY a-an MICHAEL g-get to stay, t-then I do TOO...!"

"So, this happens often, does it...?" Chucky asked you carelessly, slightly amused once he'd promised to leave you alone for a bit.

"Don't worry about it." You muttered towards the doll with tiredness, wondering if the slashers would actually listen to what you wanted, and if they'd actually leave you and Michael to yourselves.

"Norman, please stop acting like such a child. You're causing our dearest (Y/n) to feel uncomfortable. And you would never want to purposely do that, now would you...?" The psychiatrist pleasantly pointed out, forcing Norman to stiffen up and feel guilty instead.