Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 72: Not One, But Five-

A favourite...? There was...There was no way...
...was there...?

You tried your best to think back to your previous memories of each slasher, but that just made it more difficult - your thoughts clashing with one another and causing your heart to grow conflicted. Freddy... Hannibal... Michael... Jason... Norman... Every single one of them had messed with your emotions and forced you to feel somewhat safe around them. They were all so...so different from the usual serial killer...from each other. Just hanging around them intrigued you somehow. Even your earlier encounters with each slasher had  contrasted with one another. Everything was just so...just so—

"You didn't say it, I said it. And it's true."
"It is NOT."
"~Then how come your heart flies out of control whenever I touch you, hmm?"
"Because you act like an oppressive jerk, and it's a nervous reaction!"
"Oh really~?"
"Really."
"Well how about I do this~?"

"—I wish you'd just accept it already~" "After all, unlike Krueger, I would never cheat on you - and unlike the others, I have never attempted to end your life. So I'd appreciate it very much so if you would just consider it - an actual relationship with me and only me."
"Hannibal..."

"No more...unnecessary fighting or anything."
"GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."] He wrote with overwhelming obsession; wrapping his arms around your body and burying his pale face in the crook of your neck soon after.
"M-Michael..."

"M-uh...om...my...t-uh...ol...d-uh...m-uh...e...it-uh...w-uh...as-uh...ok-uh...ay-uh..." "I...l-uh...ov-uh...e...h-uh...er-uh..." [A/N: "Mommy told me it was okay..." "I love her..."]
"W-Wait what-!?"

"I-It's just so...just so nice." "S-So pretty. I...I r-really, r-really like it."
"Norman...?" "Are you feeling alright...?"
"I-I really like y-you as well-!" "I-I love you so, so much, (Y-Y/n). I...I do, I-I do, I really really do-!"

Staring down at the dirty ground, you held your head between your hands and gripped your hair; internally stressing out while you wondered how to handle this. "(Y/n)?" Hannibal's gentle voice cut through your thoughts and made you look up, also making you realise that your eyes were filled with tears. "Please don't let Krueger's childish words get to you."

"It...It's not true..." You whispered weakly, catching the attention of every killer that surrounded you. "I...I don't have a favourite. Because...Because..."

"Because~?" Freddy evilly echoed, blowing you a kiss before wiggling his gloved hand in your direction - like some sort of wave.

"Stop it, Krueger." Hannibal reprimanded him sternly, shooting him a disapproving look. "It's unfair to push her this far."

"Y-Yeah-! S-Stop it-!" Norman feebly joined in, still clutching his arm and now glaring. "I-It's...It's not nice...!"

"Bul...ly-uh...! Bul...ly-uh...!" Jason snapped at the burnt male resentfully, holding his machete firmer and struggling to contain his childlike temper. [A/N: "Bully...! Bully...!"]