Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 41: Sneaky Strategy-

Pulling out your phone, you looked at the time and stifled a soft yawn, knowing that you should really get to sleep. 11:30. But you still had to unpack. You unzipped your suitcase, then stopped - feeling too exhausted to actually unpack properly. You'd just...You'd just unpack in the morning. So instead, you changed out of your clothes and slipped on some pyjamas from said suitcase; flicking off the light before climbing into bed. Though, you wondered how your mom was doing. Was she alright? Was she in pain? Had she attempted to go to the police anyway, despite Hannibal's remark?

Were you overthinking things? It was difficult to tell at this point however, considering your nerves were completely out of control. You rolled over onto your side, finding it hard to get to sleep and leave reality behind. Today had been utterly insane. How on Earth were you meant to live with them? It wasn't like you'd willingly decided to come here. Sighing, you simply stared at the wall, different emotions spiralling around your heart. How did they all even live together like this? Hannibal, Michael, Freddy, Norman...their personalities were just so unalike and unfitting. How were you meant to fit in with them?

Whilst you were brooding over this, the four killers were gathered in the living room; Hannibal and Michael standing up straight, Norman huddled on the sofa, and Freddy leaning against the wall as per usual. "So what the fuck did you call us here for again? There'd better be a damn good reason for this, I'm missing out on kills here." The dream demon folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the psychiatrist, annoyed by him.

"I truly despise your distasteful language, Krueger." Hannibal wrinkled his nose and carried on, "But that's besides the point. After the...persuasion we used to get sweet (Y/n) to agree with our request, you three must've noticed by now how upset she is with us at the present time."

"Y-Yeah but...but what are we meant to do about it-?" Norman clasped both hands to his chest as his face became clouded with sadness, the teen wanting nothing more than to have (Y/n) love him.

Michael clenched his fists, also annoyed by how unhappy she was around them. All he did was attack her mother - it's not like he hurt her or anything. In his mind, that was perfectly acceptable. "I for one think Stockholm Syndrome will eventually take effect." Hannibal angelically replied.

"S-Stockholm...S-Syndrome...?" Norman slowly repeated after the smart male; not understanding what that meant.

"Yes." Hannibal dipped his head as a nod, calmly crossing his arms. "It's typically described as a mental condition, one where a hostage eventually develops positive feelings towards their captor - regardless of whether or not they felt said emotions at the start."

"B-But (Y/n)'s not a hostage-!" Norman piped up nervously, "S-She...She's a person-!"

"Of course she is. I never implied she wasn't." Hannibal immediately agreed. "I was simply telling you how Stockholm Syndrome usually worked, that's all."

"B-Besides, (Y/n) already likes me-!" Norman proudly declared, his previous anxiety fading away whilst his mind flashed back to spending time together in her bedroom. "She loves me. M-Mother said so-!"

His announcement caused Freddy to cruelly laugh, taking his declaration with a pinch of salt. "Oh please," The killer retaliated heartlessly, "Why don't you fucking listen to us for once? Your mother is fucking R.I.P up in this bitch. And right now, (Y/n) doesn't even like you, let alone love you."