Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 46: Freedom is Required -

"STOP IT, STOP IT! I'LL...I'LL DATE YOU ALL!!" Your loud shriek was desperate yet clear, attempting to appease each and every killer that stood around you. "Just stop! Stop this silly fighting...Please."

"R-uh...R-uh...eal...ly-uh...?" Jason grew excited from your decision and totally forgot about his current anger - his eyes shining with affection. "Y-uh...Y-uh...ou'l...l-uh...g-uh...oh...ou...t-uh...w-uh...ith...m-uh...e...!?" [A/N: "Really...?" "You'll go out with me!?"]

"But...aren't we already dating...?" Norman tilted his head in cute confusion, his mental disorder taking effect and controlling his thoughts. "W-What are you t-talking about, s-silly-?"

"Are you quite certain about that?" Hannibal casually inquired, ignoring Norman as he took multiple steps to stand directly in front of you. "Even though your decision includes dating that vulgar dream demon as well?"

"I...Well..." His question made you stiffen up slightly, your thoughts scattered whilst you attempted to give an actual answer. "If...If dating the five of you brings this problematic predicament to an end, then yes. Yes, I will."

A light chuckle escaped his lips as he gently held the tip of your chin with his thumb and forefinger; moving his face until it was inches away from yours. "And just when I thought you couldn't become any purer, mi amore." The psychiatrist murmured with amusement - silently enjoying the sight of your cheeks turning pink at the same time.

"U-Uh, right..." You stuttered just a tiny bit at his intimate gestures, surprise flitting across your face due to Hannibal kissing you for the second time today.

Though just when Norman was about to snap and attack the intellectual psychiatrist for the kiss, Michael got there first; the stalker smashing his curled-up fist into the left side of Hannibal's face as a means to separate the two of you. "Still overflowing with that shameful jealousy, I see." Hannibal sighed in exasperation, recovering from the hit extremely fast. "Not that I'm surprised, exactly."

"Hannibal! Are you...Are you okay!?" You panicked, both hands clasped to your chest while your eyes widened from the shock.

"I'm completely fine (Y/n), therefore there's no need to concern yourself over me." His soft voice definitely soothed you to certain extent - but you were too annoyed by Michael to properly calm down, facing him with immense irritation.

"What the hell! There was NO need for that!" You scolded him sharply, shaking your head as you attempted to smack said slasher directly in the chest with a curled-up fist of your own.

Unfortunately, his response was quicker than lightning; the killer grasping your wrist with left hand while his right hand's fingers ran through your hair obsessively. "H...Hey...!" You awkwardly tried to argue - an embarrassed blush painting your skin as you grew flustered by Michael's intimate actions. "What are you...What are you doing...?"

"He's acting like a...like a c-complete and u-utter jerk-!" Norman bursted out - throwing his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck whilst he started to sob unstably, "That's what he's d-doing-!"

"Truthfully, I think the both of you are acting like animals." Hannibal insulted them sternly, folding his arms as he eyed the other three slashers with a strict and severe expression. "What with the way you're treating our precious (Y/n)."