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Your gift, wasn't something you'd like but it was needed. A air of crutches! Great. "Crutches, my favourite thing ever!" You told Hannibal in a sarcastic tone, grabbing them and adjusting them to how you'd like.
"It's needed, you'll be able to walk around, meet everyone, go where ever you need to go without anyone having to help you. Don't you want that?" You nodded, finally walking around your room with them.
"Well, thank you anyways. I'll need to know where everything is though, won't I? So, someone will need to show me around, no?" You stopped in front of Hannibal, a big smile plastered on your face. "I suppose Norman could show you around?" Hannibal had suggested, Norman Bates.
You've heard of that name and seen it in the newspapers. "Norman Bates? Isn't he that motel killer?" You earned a nod from Hannibal. "Yes, Norman Bates. The motel killer." You watched Hannibal roll his eyes, then walk out, expecting you to follow him.
As you followed him, you saw some other people wondering around. Some you recognised, and others you didn't. You followed Hannibal into a room that you'd guess is the living room; seeing Norman sitting on the sofa, watching the TV.
"Norman, do you mind showing..." "Y/N, I'm Y/N." "Y/N around?" Poor Hannibal didn't know your name so you told him, then waited for Normans answer. "S-sure! I can do t-that." He stood up, stretching then walking over to you. "I'm Norman B-Bates if you d-didn't know." You nodded, shaking his hand.
(AFTER THE TOUR AROUND THE HOUSE)
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(That's the house!)
"Thanks, Norman." You smiled at him, walking back to the living room. "It's f-fine, Y/N. I hope you e-enjoy staying h-here with us." You nodded, finally going to sit on the sofa. "I'm sure I'll get used to it, though I'd rather be home." You earned a hum back, then footsteps leaving the room.
You were alone in the living room, left to think. You looked around the room, eyes scanning over everything. You knew where everything was located, where the bedrooms were, bathrooms, kitchens, living rooms, dining rooms, you name it. They sure had it all.
After a while, Hannibal came down. "Y/N, dear, what would you like to eat? It's 6pm, dinner time. Do you have anything specific or are you okay with anything?" You looked up at him, then down. "Do you have any F/F?" (F/F — favourite food.) "yes, i think we do. After food, I'll get everyone down in the dining room and we can introduce ourselves fully."
You nodded, looking up at the TV. You were watching some sort of movie or series Norman put on before he gave you a tour. You registered the series as "The Alienist." It was a good series if you were being honest. You kept watching, not realising how much time had past.
You were knocked out of your trance by a large hand on your shoulder, making you jump. When you saw it was only Jason, you relaxed, "what's up?" You asked him, hoping he'd do some sort of hand motion. He did, he moved his hands in an eating motion. "Foods done?" He nodded, then helped you up and got your crutches for you.
Once you made it to the table, you sat down in a chair Hannibal pulled out for you. "Thank you." He nodded, then sat in his own seat. "Well, I hope everyone enjoys." You heard Hannibal say, then watched everyone with masks leave the room. You noticed everyone had some sort of meat, while you had F/F.
After finishing, you stood up. Using your crutches and grabbing your plate. Taking it into the kitchen. You placed it down in the sink, then walking over to Hannibal. "I'll wash up tonight." You smiled at him, watching his face expressions. "You can't, you need to rest that leg." You frowned when he refused. "But it's the least I can do, right? I mean, you're keeping me here, making sure I'm fed and healthy so I could return the favour by doing the washing up, can't I?"
He let out a sigh, before muttering a fine. After everyone brought down their plates, they all put them in the sink. You guessed since it was late ish, everyone was being quiet. Until you heard Hannibal speak. "Everyone at the table!" You looked over at him, a slight smile on his lips.
You watched everyone sit down at the table, all in their seats. "Everyone will introduce themselves to Y/N, I'll introduce you if you can't speak. Only names will do. She seems to know a lot about us." He smiled, then you heard everyone say their names. "I'm Freddy Krueger." "I'm Norman Bates, as you know." "Hannibal Lecter." "Brahms Heelshire..." "I'm Pennywise, the DANCING clown!" "I'm Stu Macher." "Billy Loomis." "And that's Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and that's Leatherface, also known as Jed or Bubba if you're close to him."
You listened to everyone say their names or Hannibal speak for them there sure was a lot of them. "Well, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." (Y/N — your name. Y/L/N — your last name.) you god a few nods and waves back. Then some people got up and left to do their own thing, while some stayed. You got up, grabbing your crutches and headed to the kitchen.
