Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 7: Chatting To A Certain Male-

The uncaring male rolled his eyes before answering. "Yeah. He's real."

"Who is he then?" You curiously inquired, wondering who the white-masked man seemed to be and why he tended to disappear - only to reappear randomly.

Krueger darkly grinned and vanished from view; wrapping his arms around your waist while tugging you into his sweater-covered chest. "Ah, ah, ah, missy~" He mischievously murmured into your ear, "We made a deal, remember? You wanted to know if what you were thinking before was real, and I answered truthfully for you. You wouldn't want to break said deal, now would you~?"

"If it gets me what I want, then maybe I will break the deal." You retaliated feistily, trying to stop his unusual - and unexpected - advances. "Also, do you have some kind of problem? With me in particular?" Your question did what you wanted it to - it threw him off.

"—And just what are you talking about, sweets?" He asked with an amused gleam in his gaze. "Why would you think that I have a problem with you?"

You decided to think about your answer, rather than explaining. "Believe me," "—I wish I fucking knew why." "Yeah, you're not the only one who wants to know here." "Mm...well how about this~" "~I won't kill you tonight...if you don't take the Hypnocil." "Are you for real?" "One, how am I supposed to trust you? And two, why would I not use the thing that would ultimately guarantee my survival?" "Smart girl~" "—Smarter than I thought you'd be, anyway." "Should I be flattered or insulted by that?" "Probably both, princess." "Fucking hell, what is it with you?" "Am I meant to apologise or something...?"

"See!?" You finished thinking about it and spun around to face him properly, "You go from curiously intense, to flirty, to just ending up frustrated! You are ridiculously hard-to-follow!" You complained after crossing your arms in a huff. "What is wrong with you!?"

A squeak of surprise left your lips as you got shoved on top of your bed covers; your wrists being held down by a certain burnt male. "Mm... What's wrong with me... What's wrong with me... I think we'd be here for decades if we were to list the amount of problems I have~" He wickedly hummed.

"Can you just answer me?" You glared in his direction, trying to ignore his glowing, emerald-green eyes once more. But it was difficult - because despite Krueger's burnt features, he wasn't bad-looking at all— Wait, what in God's name were you thinking!?

"You are what's wrong with me." He sharply spoke, "I can't get you out of my head. If you use that fucking Hypnocil, it's going to be harder to—"

All of a sudden, he stopped in his tracks - a seductive smile spreading across his face as fast as lightning. "Oh~" He purred, an obsessive glint present in his eyes. "~Someone's thoughts are a little steamy there, aren't they?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about." You denied his claim immediately, anxiety bubbling to the surface whilst you steadied your breath. "In fact, it's hard to think while somebody's on top of you, so if you could just..." Your voice died out when the devilish male moved closer towards you, entertained by your embarrassed reaction. "...move..."

"Y'know, I don't think I can." He disagreed deviously, his warm breath fanning against your blushing face. "I want to spend more time like this~" Krueger stroked the side of your left cheek with his knifed glove; a cheeky grin spreading across his mouth.