His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 62: Increasing Insanity]

"O-Okay-!" Norman bursted out brightly, his bubbly behaviour making it seem as though he never remembered Chucky's insult whatsoever. In fact, his overexcitement even caused the doll to grow confused, opening his mouth to purposely taunt him more. But then you swiftly placed a finger to your lips and silently shook your head, not wanting him to strike up any more unnecessary conflict.

"(Y-Y/n)...? Is e-everything alright...? Y-You're sort of j-just standing there. D-Do you not want t-to cook...? I-Is that it...? Y...You don't h-have to if y-you don't w-want to, y'know. You c-can always just s-say so." Norman worriedly assumed, his frantic panicking and overall concern making him come to a random conclusion and freak out rather than letting you explain within a few minutes.

"Norman, Norman, relax. I was just...I was just spacing out. Of course I want to cook breakfast with you. I'm sorry for making you stress out. I just...wasn't focusing. Guess I still need time to genuinely wake up, ahaha..." You lightly joked, blaming yourself as you wondered how Norman was able to blank Chucky out completely. He obviously still saw him sitting on the counter, so why did he...?

Maybe his mental state - and mother - had just forced him to forget the childish argument those two had previously gone through. That was probably a good thing though, when you thought about it. But still, it didn't sound like a very healthy condition to have— "Honeybun...!" Another familiar voice hummed out to you passionately; scooping you straight into an instant bear-hug of their own and therefore making you smile. Pennywise.

"Hey there, Penny." You tenderly greeted, turning around so that you could hug him properly in return. "How have you been in the span of just a few hours...? You feeling okay...?"

"Better now that you're around, sweetie~" The clown answered you affectionately; his gleaming, golden eyes starting to glisten with an insane amount of intense love and admiration. "I mean, I just missed you so, so, SO much, y'know? It's just that I...I couldn't stand it. I...I couldn't make it stop. If...If you're not around me, I-I feel as though...like I'm...I'm losing my mind—!"

"What the fuck is wrong with this guy...?" Chucky mumbled to you uneasily, clearly becoming creeped out by Pennywise's...overly obsessive behaviour. "He high or somethin'...?"

"Me? High? Excuse me...?" Penny slowly grinned, his gaze swirling into that wicked-gold glint you knew so well before he shifted into his darker form. "What did you just say about me, little boy...?"

"What, are you deaf too...? I said—"
"Okay, okay! I think that's more than enough!" You exclaimed in horrified alarm, your eyes widening when you saw not only Pennywise's darker form materialise; but also heard just how much more psychotically possessive he'd grown. Over...Well, over you.