Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 8: Friday Night With No Hypnocil-

Whipping out your phone again, you decided to text your mom goodnight and get the whole dreaming palaver out of the way. "Hey Mom, I'm going to sleep now." You started, "Don't worry, I took the Hypnocil. Hope you sleep well and have sweet dreams. Love you lots xxx" And with that, you switched your phone to silent before placing it on your bedside table. Then, you focused on sleeping.

It wasn't hard, considering the previous night caused you so much exhaustion. "Hey you~" You got pulled into a certain someone's chest from behind the moment you entered the dream world; their dry lips leaving love bites all the way up your neck due to their lust.

"~You kept your word." They sounded almost surprised, "I'm impressed." Spinning around, you saw it was Krueger.

Of course... Who else would it be? "What, you don't trust me or something?" You offhandedly spoke, eyeing him a little suspiciously. "Also, can you not leave marks that I'm going to have to explain to my mom when I wake up, please? My life is hard enough, Krueger."

"Freddy." He corrected you in a lazy drawl, "Calling me by my last name constantly is fucking weird, sweets. It's like me calling you (L/n) all the time."

"I just thought it was better than what Hannibal told me." You awkwardly replied.

"Oh? And what did he tell you, hmm?" Freddy narrowed his eyes and grabbed you by your chin with his left hand, his curiosity sparking as he waited for you to answer.

"...Fred Krueger..." You timidly told him, flinching a little at the sudden snarl.

"That idiotic bastard." He swore in anger, "Calling me what Loretta used to, I mean really." His anger dissolved into sarcasm - the male disliking the formal first name.

"Loretta...? Who's that?" You inquired curiously, "Someone you know?" Your facial features flushed a faint pink when one of his blades trailed down the side of your face, messing with a strand of your hair.

His temper subsided as he noticed the little blush that was covering your cheeks; Freddy finding it to be awfully amusing. "You're very cute when you blush like that. You should do it more often~" He commented, causing your cheeks to blush harder.

"Are you going to answer my question or not?" You ignored what he said and took a step back, attempting to stay calm and collected. Not to be mesmerised by a man who only just stopped trying to kill you. "Because if not—"

"So you're mesmerised by me, are you doll~?" He casually brought up, grinning whilst he poked around in your thoughts and purposely toyed with your feelings.

"Ugh! Get out of my head and just answer my question!" You complained as you turned around and crossed your arms firmly.

"Why should I?" Freddy innocently questioned, vanishing and reappearing repeatedly - until there were four Freddys all around you. "Loretta wasn't important. So there's no point in answering."

"Fine." You huffed, deciding to drop the subject and continue the conversation. "Look, it's a Saturday tomorrow." You pointed out.

"And...?" His tone was full of bewilderment, obviously not understanding where you were coming from and what you meant.

"And I don't have any uni lectures to go to." You added, enjoying the look of puzzlement on his face and now purposely being confusing.

"So...? The fuck are you on about?" Freddy's irritation returned - disliking how he didn't know why you were telling him this.