Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 58: Nighttime Dramatics-

"BOTH OF YOU GET OUT!!" You yelled irritably, interrupting their quarrel and growing increasingly more tired.

"B-But...But (Y/n)..." Norman trailed off timidly - a tad bit shaken by your irritation.

"I need to get changed." You coolly pointed out, before pushing yourself away from the dream demon's side a second time and moving towards the wardrobe. "So if you both wouldn't mind..." Norman gave a hesitant nod as you gestured in the direction of the doorframe and attempted to get the two of them to leave the room.

"I for one certainly wouldn't mind keeping you company while you got changed, baby girl~" Freddy purred flirtatiously - riling Norman up once more and causing him to grow defensive.

"I swear to God..." You muttered to yourself whilst pressing the tips of your fingers against your forehead; wondering what to do. Ah right. "Freddy, if you fuck off right now, I won't take the Hypnocil. Sound good?"

Your response actually made the burnt male release a raspy laugh; amused by how you'd reacted to his seductive words. "I like your style~" He decided smugly, liking the sound of your answer and sticking his tongue out at Norman before vanishing into thin air.

"F...Finally..." Norman hatefully mumbled, dislike shining from his eyes like the dark depths of the ocean as he clenched his fists. "I can't...I can't stand that...that freak."

"Easy now." You tilted the tip of his chin up with one hand and that in turn caused his body to relax, his gaze switching from sorrowful to flustered. "Freddy lives off of riling others up and purposely provoking them."

"B-But...But he's just such a...such a jerk!" Norman snapped childishly, gritting his teeth and showing his resentment completely.

"Come on, he's just doing it deliberately." You softened your tone and shot him a soothing smile before curling your other hand around his wrist; wanting to defuse Freddy's malicious and mischievous actions as you guided him towards the door. "You know that, right?"

"I...I guess..." He sulked sourly, acting like a clingy kid while he waited outside for you to finish changing clothes.

Once you'd switched into a pair of pjs you opened the door and jumped a little; not expecting Michael and Hannibal to be waiting patiently alongside Norman. "Ah, (Y/n)," Hannibal greeted you pleasantly, his expression one of warmth and tenderness. "I take it you're going to sleep now?"

"Yeah, I'm exhausted." You told the polite male truthfully, mustering up the energy to say goodnight to them both.

"I wish you sweet dreams then, mi amore." Hannibal bid you goodnight and kissed the tip of your left hand like a true gentleman, shutting his eyes for a split second at the same time.

"Oh, um, thanks..." You stumbled over your words as you had no clue how to answer - growing even more confused when Michael coerced you into an obsessive cuddle. "I hope you guys sleep well too..."

"Thank you, my dear." Hannibal's smile widened at your reply, the psychiatrist half-amused and half-entertained by your bewilderment. "That is very much appreciated."