Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 19: Dealing With A Dream Demon-

You spun around and saw a certain dream demon leaning against your bedroom door; his arms crossed while he simply glared in your general direction. "Fr-Freddy-?"

"Turns out that someone can't keep their word about Hypnocil, now can they?" The burnt male gritted his teeth and held out his bladed fingernails, taking a few steps towards you whilst he narrowed his eyes.

"Wh...What are you doing here...?" You timidly asked, taken aback by his random appearance. "Shouldn't you be in the dream realm, where Hannibal said you usually resi—"

"I came to see why you broke your promise," Freddy snapped, swiping at your bedroom wall and leaving violent-looking scratch marks. "And decided to hang out with losers like Myers, Voorhees and Hannibal instead."

"That's not what happened." You folded your arms and flicked your head to the side, feeling annoyed by his accusations. "That's not what happened at all!" Once you said that, a sudden gasp slipped through your lips - due to the fact that his left hand curled around your wrist and teleported you onto your bed.

"What are you...What are you doing...!?" You yelped in alarm - not expecting to be pushed down so frankly.

"Finding out what happened~" Freddy's sharp claws trailed down the side of your cheek as he pinned you down roughly, a tomboyish smirk spread across his facial features. "Now are you going to actually tell me what happened...or do I have to toy around with your thoughts until I find out?"

"Um...Well...It's just..." You kept trailing off, feeling nervous about what to say or where to start. "It's just that...I don't really know what to say...or where to start..."

Freddy's expression suddenly darkened. "You don't know where to start, huh?" He coldly repeated, "Why don't you start by telling me about the Hypnocil? That might be a good fucking place to start." His voice was vicious and unfriendly, causing you to feel both anxious and awkward.

You hesitated, wondering how to explain. He didn't like Hannibal - you knew that for a fact. So how do you tell him about your encounters with said psychiatrist? "Can I...Can I think my answer, instead of...y'know...trying to explain it full-on?" You questioned; receiving a curt nod in return. Guess that meant that you could.

"Yes, actually." "You should know that messing with a dream demon and ignoring the Hypnocil pills won't end well."
"I...I never said I was—"
"You may not be messing with him, but it looks like he's messing with you." "I think it would be in your best interests to stop interacting with him."

"He doesn't seem that dangerous though...not when it comes to me, anyway."
"Yes, he does seem to have some sort of soft spot when it comes to spending time with you...but I don't think that's a particularly good thing."
"So...what, you don't think I should spend time with him?" "I mean, I promised him that I wouldn't actually use the Hypnocil pills - and in return he promised me that he wouldn't try and attack me. It doesn't really seem like a bad trade—"

"—Do you really want to spend time with someone who is only letting you survive so they can give you love bites?"
"Trust me, (Y/n) dear, I'd rather keep you safe and get you some well-earned rest - rather than watch you be toyed around with by a constantly aroused dream demon."
"Maybe I should be taking the Hypnocil...just so I can catch up on sleep..."