His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 80: "I Promise I'll Be Good"]

"Hello...?"
Nothing was lying underneath whatsoever.

"Jesus..." You murmured in complete and utter shock, your eyes widening as you took several steps backwards. Dropping the blanket, you decided to check Brahms' room instead; realising that if the doll wasn't in your bedroom, it would most likely rather be in his own room. So...that's what you did - rushing into his bedroom and stopping dead in your tracks the second you did. And why was that?

Because the doll was sitting on his bed in an upright position, his set of rules placed carefully next to him. "No...that's...not possible." You stammered to yourself shakily, highly becoming more and more hysterical while also running back towards the safety of your room down the darkly-lit hallway.

Before you even had the chance to open your bedroom door however, you were barely able to stifle a scream and keep it together; panicking when you saw your missing pair of shoes positioned delicately outside your bedroom. "Chucky, if this is a prank, it ISN'T funny...!" You shrieked from distress, trembling whilst you wondered what the Hell you were supposed to do in this situation.

"What the fuck did I do?" Chucky asked after Michael had instantly opened your door, annoyance flowing from his voice as you hopped over your pair of shoes and let the stalker scoop you into a massive bear-hug.

"You mean you didn't move the doll...? Or leave my lost shoes outside my bedroom door...?" You cautiously inquired, shifting your attention over to the redheaded doll instead.

"How could I have moved the doll...? You left Mikey-boy and I here, while you went to go and check on that thing. I don't even know my way around this place yet." He replied sarcastically; sitting on the double bed and still swinging his legs back and forth like earlier.

"But he—The doll—It...It—" You couldn't even form a proper sentence, stuttering over your words when you heard Chucky's answer to your accusations.

Breaking away to interact with you, Michael scribbled on his notepad real fast; handing his response to your panic over to you as fast as he could. "ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪIᗪ IT ᗪO? ᗯᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗰᗩᗪE YOᑌ ᔕO ᔕᑕᗩᖇEᗪ?" [A/N: "WHAT DID IT DO? WHAT'S MADE YOU SO SCARED?"]

"He...The doll...it moved." You whispered in a barely audible tone, cuddling the notepad close to your chest for a minute or two before handing it back and glancing around frightfully. "He...wasn't where I left it. He...wasn't underneath the blanket...He'd disappeared. So I went to go and find where he'd gone...only to see him sitting on his bedroom's bed—"

Before you could finish explaining, your room's telephone rang; startling you, Chucky, but unsurprisingly not Michael - the pale-faced male not being startled by rarely anything. "I wouldn't answer that if I were you—" Chucky tried to warn you fiercely, the doll that didn't unnerve you hopping off the bed to tug you away from where the telephone was placed.

"Hello...?" You fearfully answered, feeling alarmed when all you heard was an ominous silence. So you tried a second time."H-Hello...!?"