Boogeyman's Bride.

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(A/N — I've only just realised that I'm writing small paragraphs and then it looks like I'm barely writing anything so tell me if I should start just writing them fully with no paragraphs or tell me how you'd like them to be! But for this story I'm going to write it with no paragraphs so let's see how it goes.)

"Um, no Hanni today, definitely not. I didn't mean to call you that by the way, it simply slipped out!" You knew you were going red in the face from embarrassment, especially since Jason was there as well. That made it extra embarrassing. "Really? Okay. Well, have you had any breakfast?" You nodded, picking up your bowl and waddling over to the kitchen. "Do you need help?" You replied with a simple no thank you, placing it into the sink. You watched Jason go back upstairs while Hannibal walked to the living room. You let out a sigh, running the water and putting some dish soap in there. Once it finished running, you stared washing up your spoon and bowl, thinking back to yesterday when you had Michaels hands on your body. You kind of missed it- no! What are you thinking? That's impossible. You can't be missing his hands on your body. Ridiculous, but while you were thinking of that, you never noticed the presence behind you. It was Michael, with lots of washing up in his arms. "Are you- oh my god..." you helped him put it on the side, then start washing it all up. You noticed Michael didn't leave though, he stood right behind you, watching your every move. "You alright Michael? You're being weird." The second you finished that sentence, you felt his cold, extra large hands on your body. "Jesus.! Why are you never warm..." you knew it was pointless asking, he doesn't speak. He moved his hands down to your waist, rubbing circles with his thumbs like he did yesterday. You wished you didn't enjoy this, having his hands on you but man, you absolutely loved it. "Is this like a normal thing now? Whenever I wash up, you just rub circles on my waist?" You laughed a bit, then felt his hands leave your body. You turned around, Michael wasn't in there anymore. You turned back to the sink, frowning slightly. You were only joking, you didn't mean anything serious. Seconds later Michael came back with a small notebook and a pen, "what's that for? Is that how you communicate with people?" He nodded, writing something down. Not even a minute later you had paper shoved into your face. The handwriting was messy but clear. 'You promIseD me and yOu would stay TogEtHer TodAy.' You looked at the paper, then Michael. "Alright, what do you want to do today then, Michael?" You watched him write again, then place the paper next to you. 'We caN watch movIes or we cOUld crocHet togEtHer? If yOu KnOw hoW TOo of couRse, or You cOuld siMPly waSh up all day wHile I touCh your bODY?" You laughed, thinking of your own thing to do. "Why don't we both chill out in the living room, watch movies and cuddle?" You earned a nod, then a hug- well, what you guess was a hug from Michael. His arms around around your waist while his chin was resting on the top of your head.