His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 71: No Way You've Could've Known]

Frustration flooding immediately through your veins, you silently cursed; picking up who had wailed almost at once and realising instantly what said person was going to think from the last of your former conversation. Fuck. Wondering why you even lived in this house sometimes, you ripped your wrist effortlessly out of Billy's grasp and demanded that the two of them stayed in the living room like earlier; anger filling your thoughts while you spun around and gripped Norman's wrist before he could even say anything. Fortunately for you he didn't, the dark-haired male astonished by your unanticipated annoyance and sudden exasperation. Staying quiet however, you tugged him back upstairs and entered your bedroom, letting Michael stalk you from the corner of the room whilst you left the door open a crack. Great. Just great. Here you were only going to explain to Norman why you were planning on leaving for a week, but now Michael was watching you also...! Could this get any worse...!? Could it...!?

"I-Is it true...? A-Are you...Are y...you l-leaving, (Y/n)...?" Norman stammered in fear, whispering the last part of his question like he was traumatised by his unexpected discovery.

"Norman, I...Why don't you sit down on the bed, while I explain real quick...?" You commented with a friendly smile, forcing yourself to be kind as Norman's question predictably set Michael off too.

"YOᑌ'ᖇE ᒪEᗩᐯIᑎG? ᗩᑎᗪ ᒍᑌᔕT ᗯᕼEᖇE ᗪO YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK YOᑌ'ᖇE GOIᑎG?" [A/N: "YOU'RE LEAVING? AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"] Michael scribbled down sternly, his possessive personality flaring up the second he heard about you disappearing from the household.

Shit. "Michael, it isn't what you think, I swear." You replied after reading his unhappy scrawl, the white-masked stalker standing in front of you while you sat to the left of Norman and suppressed a sigh. "I'm not necessarily leaving you guys, per se."

"Y...You're not...? B-But earlier, you said—!"
"You misunderstood my words, and then blew them massively out of proportion." You firmly interrupted, reprimanding him and crossing one leg over the other; aggravation swirling across your face the moment Billy and Stu also entered the room, despite you ordering them to stay downstairs. "Just like you always do."

"Oh, y-yeah...? H...How so...!?" Norman shot back sadly, feeling hurt by your accusations before tears pricked at either side of his eyes. "I...I didn't m-misunderstand...! Y-You were telling those t-two about it any...anyway, r-remember...!?"

Clenching the edge of the bed covers, you fell completely silent for a couple of moments; anger fuelling your mind whilst you thought back to what you'd said earlier. "I'm NOT leaving you guys." You spoke in a monotone voice, doing your best to remain tolerant towards Norman and keeping him under control. "I promise. Dammit, this is why I wanted to tell everyone at once."

"Tell us all what...?" Another voice carefully asked, snapping you straight out of your negative thoughts and making surprise flutter directly across your face when you noticed Hannibal leaning lightly against your bedroom door; resting next to the room's doorframe like he'd done letting you introduce Chucky.