Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 28: Conflicting Conversation-

You found Norman sitting on the sofa in the living room; his expression glum while he gazed at the floor yet again. "Norman? How are you feeling? Do you feel a little better than before?" You lightly questioned, walking over to the teen and causing him to look up.

"(Y-Y/n)! Y-You...You came back." His face lit up as he leapt up and bounded over to you, engulfing you in a hug while he nuzzled into the side of your neck.

"Well, I did say I'd come right back, didn't I?" You playfully repeated your words from earlier and ruffled his hair - not noticing that Hannibal, Michael and Freddy had entered the room as well, all of them watching you both.

"T-Thank you, thank you." Norman's tone was brimming with relief, grateful that you'd kept your word and returned. He was so used to people seeing his condition and disappearing, but you...you had stayed.

"So how are you feeling?" You asked and pulled back, holding his shoulders softly.

"B-Better now that you're here." He shyly stammered, Norman growing flustered and blushing ever-so-slightly.

"Jesus Christ, stop being so fucking sappy." Freddy folded his arms and rolled his eyes, glaring at Norman. "I swear, you're going to make me sick with all that sweet, sugary crap."

"Leave him alone." You defended the timid teen fiercely, turning around and facing the dream demon with annoyance. "He's allowed to speak the way he wants to."

"I have to agree. That's no way to act, Krueger." Hannibal joined the conversation, his tone polite and well-mannered as always. "(Y/n) and Norman were just interacting with each other. Do you have some kind of problem with that? I mean, I recall you saying you couldn't care less about her last time we spoke." He innocently recalled, pissing the burnt male off.

"Don't even start, you stuck-up son of a bitch." Freddy hissed in retaliation, "And don't act like that didn't bother you too."

"Norman, would you mind leading (Y/n) into the kitchen and getting her a glass of water?" Hannibal turned towards the dark-haired teen - who nodded and took ahold of your hand. "I don't want her to be mixed up in the middle of this. Krueger and I need to have a little...chat, so this might become a bit unpleasant. Now Michael, would you mediate please?"

"Oh no you don't," Freddy sneered and held out his knifed hand, his anger growing with every passing second. "I know what you're trying to fucking do, you utter prick."

"Come on, (Y/n)," Norman nervously piped up, "This'll get ugly."

"But—" You tried to argue but he shook his head, not wanting you to get hurt.

"She's not going anywhere." Freddy snapped; enraged by this point. "How many times do I have to fucking say this? She's MINE." He viciously swiped at Hannibal, though his attack missed - due to Michael standing in front and grabbing his gloved hand, mediating between the two.

Norman lead you out of the room, the last thing you heard being: "I KNEW it was a fucking mistake letting her come here. Fuck BOTH of you."

"Norman wait, we can't just let them go at each other's throats like that." You fretted uneasily, glancing behind you and wanting to go back.

"T-Trust me (Y-Y/n), you'll just get hurt if you go back in there." He tried to reason with you, worried about your safety whilst he poured a glass of water and passed it over to you.