Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 12: Hannibal's Helpful Personality-

"How did this happen?" The doctor fixing up your shoulder/back asked in concern, cleaning the blood away with a warm and wet flannel.

You hesitated - wondering how to explain that a dream demon slashed at your back and injured your shoulder. "Well..."

Luckily, Hannibal answered for you. "She protected me from being slashed at with a knife, and got caught in the crossfire." He smoothly lied about the knife part and didn't bring up the dream demon at all, avoiding the subject entirely.

"I...see..." The doctor looked a little confused, but just dismissed it - focusing on fixing your shoulder up. "That was a very courageous move on your part then, Miss (L/n)."

"It certainly was." Hannibal agreed while he sat by your side, flashing you a friendly smile as he decided to wait for the doctor to finish.

"I-It wasn't really..." You shyly waved off the compliments and tried to ignore their kind words, "I just did what anyone would've done."

"No, your actions sound pretty altruistic." The doctor pleasantly disagreed with you, placing the flannel down on the side table and then bandaging your shoulder up. "There you go...all done. Just remember to take it easy, alright?"

"Okay, thanks a lot." You replied in relief, grateful that the doctor bandaged your back/shoulder and stopped the slight bleeding.

"I think it's time we get you home," Hannibal cleared his throat and shot you a serious glance, "After all that chaos, you deserve some well-earned rest. With Hypnocil." He added the last part sternly, walking you out of the hospital room as you both headed towards the exit.

"Is Freddy really that much of a threat?" You quizzed curiously, "I mean, he's not trying to murder me or anything at the moment..."

"Trust me," Hannibal stopped walking and faced you with a firm expression, "As soon as Krueger loses interest in something, he destroys it completely."

You froze as fear flooded your veins, your curiosity fading whilst anxiety controlled you instead. "H...He does...? Are you serious...?" You faintly wondered, trying to stay calm.

"Would I lie to you, (Y/n)?" He angelically questioned; his persona relaxing into one of innocence, "I mean, I'm not the one who slashed the back of your shoulder, gave you love bites - probably against your will too - and forced you to become his personal plaything."

"I...I guess when you put it that way..." You started to see things from his point of view, especially about Freddy. "I really do need to get some sleep after all of this."

"Oh and also, if you - for some reason - need any more help, feel free to return to the hospital." Hannibal suggested softly, "I'm sometimes there, seeing as I work part-time as a psychiatrist."

The two of you began walking again, you shooting him a sweet smile as you carried on walking together. "That's very kind of you, I really do appreciate all of your help." You spoke with gratitude and tried to ignore the subtle shoulder/back pain you felt, deciding to just return home and get some rest.

Once you got near your house, you stifled a sigh and realised that you'd have to deal with your over-the-top mother, causing you to feel a little glum. "Is something the matter, (Y/n)?" Hannibal lightly asked, looking at you in a calm and composed manner.

"It's just...I just don't know how to explain this," You gestured to your wounded shoulder briefly, "-to my mom. I don't know if you've noticed, but she doesn't take mental issues or physical injuries too well...especially when she doesn't know what caused them."