Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 66: The Sickening Truth-

"Damn right."
"Freddy...? What are you doing h—"

"I came to warn you." The burnt slasher darkly remarked, watching the three of you walk up to the doorway as you eyed him with confusion. "About this little shit here."

"How crude." Hannibal released a sigh and rolled his eyes, raising his eyes while the dream demon became even more irritated.

"Warn me? Why?" You wondered suspiciously, ignoring Hannibal when he tried to place his hand on your shoulder and instead moving closer to Freddy. "What's going on here?"

"He's just trying to drive a wedge between us, (Y/n) dearest." The psychiatrist spoke with another shake of his head - looking relatively annoyed by this point. "Like he always does, remember?"

"Oh FUCK off." Freddy swore in frustration, swiping at the doorway with his knifed hand and scraping the metal blades down the wallpaper. "She's starting to see right through you, you bastard."

"Freddy's r-right-!" Norman nervously appeared next to him, clenching his fists while he glared at Hannibal. "Y-You do nothing b-but lie! Mother d-doesn't even t-trust you anymore-!"

"You can't actually be taking them seriously, mio bel petalo. I'm the only one who hasn't tried to kill you, after all." Hannibal breezily mentioned.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, your eyes flickering from Hannibal, to Freddy, and then finally Norman. "Michael, what do you think of all this?" You asked anxiously, curious as to what the silent stalker had to say.

A moment or two passed before Michael handed you a note - his handwritten message freaking you out. "KᖇᑌEGEᖇ'ᔕ ᖇIGᕼT. ᕼE'ᔕ ᑎOTᕼIᑎG ᗷᑌT ᗩ ᗪIᖇTY ᒪIᗩᖇ." [A/N: "KRUEGER'S RIGHT. HE'S NOTHING BUT A DIRTY LIAR."]

"See!? Even the stalker agrees with me - and that pale-faced freak hates me." Freddy viciously snapped, Norman coldly nodding in agreement while you hesitated.

"I mean...they're beginning to make more and more sense, Hannibal." You unhappily replied, holding the note with a worried expression. "From the psychopathic tendencies, all the way down to the lying about the others. You're manipulative, calculating, dishonest...you throw others under the bus like it's nothing—"

"They're not saints either, my dear." Hannibal chuckled deviously, curling his hand around your wrist and pulling you back a little bit - further to him. "Michael's murdered an insane amount of people, Krueger's slaughtered a ton of innocent children, Jason and Norman—"

"H-Hey-!" Norman wildly protested, stamping his foot and gritting his teeth. "I-I can't c-control w-what I do-!"

"Let her go, dick!" The demonic male hissed hatefully, grabbing your other hand and yanking you forcefully out of Hannibal's grasp. "She doesn't belong to you!"