Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 18: A Warning From Michael-

"ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ Iᔕ ᗩ ᔕᗩᗪIᔕTIᑕ ᑭᔕYᑕᕼOᑭᗩTᕼ. ᔕTᗩY ᗩᗯᗩY ᖴᖇOᗰ ᕼIᗰ ᗩᑎᗪ KEEᑭ YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ ᔕᗩᖴE." [A/N: "HANNIBAL IS A SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH. STAY AWAY FROM HIM AND KEEP YOURSELF SAFE."]

"Keep myself...safe...?" You stared down at the notepad nervously, not understanding why Michael of all people would warn you about Hannibal. Weren't they a group of killers?

Then again...

"That's a secret~" "Now then," "What should we do with you, now that you know some of our secrets~?"

"But how do we know that you'll keep said promise, hmm?" "What do you think we should do, Jason?"

"How about this," "We'll let you live, if you can keep all of our secrets."

"—Otherwise," "As soon as you run out of Hypnocil, I won't prescribe you any more...which means Krueger will be able to give you the worst nightmares you can imagine. Then, eventually we'll kill you."

"Actually, I see your point." You flashed him a stressed-out smile before returning the notepad back to the white-masked male.

Michael merely nodded, taking the notepad from your grasp and tucking it into his boiler suit's pocket; his main focus now being to interact with the other two males. "Um...good luck speaking to Hannibal and Jason." You shyly spoke, "I'm sure whatever you want to say will get across to them. And thanks...thanks for making me feel a little bit better."

You received another nod as his stare softened, his eyes warm whilst he walked past you and headed into Camp Crystal Lake. You, on the other hand, started the walk back to where you lived and decided to call your friends. You didn't want them to freak out about whether or not you survived. In fact, you were praying that they didn't run to the police or anything drastic. Then, the killers might blame you instead of them. Not that you wanted the slashers to target your friends! That's not what you wanted at all! All you wanted was none of this to have happened. Whipping out your phone, you dialled Amber's number and hoped she wouldn't freak out.

"Amber?" You worriedly spoke into your phone, "I was just wondering if you, Laura and Cadence were doing alri—"

"(Y/N)! You're okay!" Amber yelled, her voice relieved yet panicked. "How did you escape!? Did that monster let you go or something? We've all been so worried—"

"I'm fine Amber." You interrupted, "I was just wondering if you three were okay." You quickened your pace once you glanced up at the sky, noticing that it was almost nighttime.

"Us three...? US three!?" She shouted wildly, "YOU were the one that stayed behind and almost got attacked by some sort of psychopath! YOU were the one that could have been injured or killed by a copycat Crystal Lake Killer! YOU were the one that took one for the team. And you're concerned about US three!?" Amber's strained shouts had a point, and you bit your lip - wondering what to say.