Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 6: Malicious Male With Mood Swings-

Clicking on Amber's name in your contact list, you began typing; ready for the anger. Because if Laura was pissed-off, then Amber would certainly be irritated with you not showing up/randomly vanishing. Hopefully she'd chill out once you explained/lie about the whole not sleeping well and life-threatening nightmares. You thought back to the meeting with Hannibal and relief filled your heart - happy that at least someone believed you. You weren't crazy. This Fred Krueger guy was real. The Hypnocil would prevent him from entering your dreams and trying to attack you once more. Everything was going to be alright. Thank goodness.

"Hey Amb," You texted, "I'm really sorry for not showing up to your birthday party, like really. My mom totally panicked about me not sleeping well, and she forced me to see a psychiatrist - can you believe it? But I promise to make it up to you - (Y/n) xxx "

Once you'd sent the text, you opened your bedroom door; only to freeze from complete shock. Hannibal didn't say anything about—

"Whatcha got there, doll-face?" A familiar voice asked mischievously, raising his knifed glove to point at the plastic bag.

It was the very person you were thinking/speaking to Hannibal about earlier. Fred Krueger. "Hypnocil." You automatically answered, your grip on the bag tightening. "It's to stop you from touching me ever again."

"D'aww, sweets, that's no fun." The burnt male complained in an amused voice; lounging across your bed and eyeing you slyly. "It's a shame Hannibal didn't expect me to have enough power to enter the real world so soon though, now isn't it?" Krueger smugly remarked.

A surprised squeak slipped through your lips when he disappeared and reappeared, holding your shoulders from behind as he leaned close to your ear. "What a cute little sound~" He muttered flirtatiously, "~Can you do it again?" His actions made you drop the plastic bag, taken aback by what he did.

"No!" You panicked, pushing him away and spinning round to face him. "Don't you come near me!" Your voice wobbled while you tried to warn the psychotic man to stay back.

"I think somebody's a little afraid~" Krueger wickedly cooed, "What happened to all that courage and lack of fear last night, doll? Or was that just an act?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." You snapped in response, clenching your fists and trying to calm your out-of-control heartbeat. "Why do you even want me, anyway?"

"Hmm...y'know, that's a great question, baby girl." Krueger was actually pondering this himself - his dark and devilish emerald eyes gleaming as he carried on speaking to you. "You wanna answer that for me?"

"W-Wait, what?" You held your arms together and stared at him in bewilderment. "How the hell should I know why you're after me, and me specifically?!" You questioned with a frantic tone of voice, now completely confused.

All of a sudden he appeared right in front of you - like seriously, you didn't even see him move. His movement was like a blur. The devious male grasped your chin with his left hand and tilted it in his general direction, caressing your skin with his thumb as he stared into your eyes curiously. "Believe me," He murmured intensely, "—I wish I fucking knew why." The burnt guy spoke in a slightly aggravated voice - a faint glare in his gaze.

"Yeah, you're not the only one who wants to know here." You retorted steely, looking back into his green eyes with fierce - and unforeseen - determination.