"Really...?"
"Really."

You smiled at his kind words, feeling much better once he'd said that. "Thanks." You shyly spoke. "That's really kind of you to say."

"You're very welcome." Hannibal responded warmly, his smile faltering slightly a second later. "Just promise me something, and swear that you'll do it."

"Sure," You agreed immediately, "I'll do anything...as long as it's not too complicated."

He stopped cradling your cheeks and returned to holding your hands; leaning towards the side of your head as his lips brushed against your ear. "Promise me you'll start taking those Hypnocil pills, (Y/n). It's incredibly important - seeing as I've noticed the bags under your eyes and how exhausted you are. Please."

"I...Well, it's just—"

"—He's not good for you, (Y/n)." Hannibal cut you off gravely, his grip on your hands tightening whilst he talked. "Love bites are just the beginning. He won't hesitate to take it further with you - and probably without permission too."

"Alright." You timidly gave in and decided to promise. "I'll start taking the Hypnocil, I swear." His stare was very stern, as if he was debating whether or not to trust your reply.

"I'm glad to hear it." Hannibal's expression relaxed into a kinder face, believing you. "You'll be much safer. In fact—"

"Oh!" You interrupted suddenly, pulling your hand out of his and holding the sides of your arms, due to feeling awkward  "There's something I think you should know."

"Something you think I should know?" He curiously echoed - almost copying your actions as he crossed his arms instead.

"Something about Freddy. You see...he can sort of come into the real world. I don't know how long he's been able to do it, but..." You trailed off and stopped talking, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

"I know, but the Hypnocil will at least stop one of his ways to mess with your mind, (Y/n)." Hannibal solemnly said. "He's dangerous. Don't involve yourself with him." His warning made you slightly nervous, so you dipped your head to indicate a nod.

"Okay, okay, I...I won't." Your response pleased the psychiatrist, the male opposite you looking rather relieved at your response.

"That's good. Feel free to visit the hospital again if you have any other problems, alright (Y/n)?" He held his hand out and flashed you another one of his friendly smiles - the conversation coming to a close.

"Of course, I appreciate all of your help." You smiled back and shook his hand.

"Not a problem." Hannibal lightly spoke, "Now if you'll excuse me, I unfortunately have to leave your company, due to the fact that I have a meeting to go to - a meeting with my fellow associate, Will Graham." He explained calmly, reaching out and pulling a specific book from one of the shelves as he tucked it under his armpit.

"Don't worry about it." You hurriedly shot back, "Good luck with your meeting - I hope everything goes well." You wished him luck and moved to the side, letting him go through.

"Thank you. Adieu, my dear (Y/n)," Hannibal paused for a moment, "—Then again, we'll most likely bump into each other once again." He chuckled.

"Probably." You gave a light laugh yourself, "Take care, Hannibal." After waving, you walked the other way and headed towards the entrance/exit - seeing that Hannibal had gone to the front desk, checking that book out.

Once you were outside, you started the walk home and hummed quietly to yourself; wondering what to do when you got home. You said you'd spend Saturday with Freddy - but after that talk with Hannibal, you weren't really in the mood to... Especially because you swore you'd take the Hypnocil pills from tonight and onwards. You changed your mind about heading home right now and decided to go to the park, liking the fact that there was no one in playing in said park. Perhaps that was because the sky was clouded over and it wasn't that sunny. Yeah...you liked your own company, rather than socialising.

You were about to sit on a swing and just chill by yourself, but a flash of white caught your eye again - causing you to become immediately scared. "I-I know who you are! Freddy Krueger and Hannibal Lecter have told me a lot about you, Michael Myers!" You lied near the end of your exclamation, trying to scare him off.

A tall male stepped out from the bushes; dressed up in a navy-coloured, boiler suit and wearing a pale-faced mask. He held a sharp - and bloodied - kitchen knife in his hand, which intimidated you even further. "I'm warning you...stay away from me!" You took a step back and hugged the sides of your arms, shivers running up and down your spine.

He ignored your threat and just continued making his way towards you, raising his knife menacingly while you simply squeezed your eyes shut. Oh god...were you about to die...? You waited for the attack, but before you could get hurt a hand curled around your wrist and yanked you to the side, your body crashing into someone's chest. Who-? Freddy. His usually-mischievous, green eyes were alight with fury, glaring at the stalker with the utmost of hostility. The dream demon's left arm was wrapped around your waist - his gloved hand threateningly held out whilst he stood there hatefully. He wasn't just mad, he was enraged by the white-masked male in front of him.

"Didn't expect to see you in a playground, Myers. Guess you like to look as babyish as you act." Freddy mocked maliciously, dragging you behind him so that he could defend you more effectively.

You peeked around Freddy's side to get a better look at the stalker and tried to calm down your pounding heart, not understanding why this guy wanted to kill you in the first place. "D'aww, you forgot I could read thoughts. How cute." He cruelly cooed. "Cute but strange, considering we live in the same place. Is it because I like to pop in and out?"

He didn't seem to get any response...maybe the masked killer couldn't talk...?

"Oh get fucked Myers." The dream demon swore directly at the stalker and wiggled his knives a little as he did so. "You think you can take me on? She's MINE." He hissed the last part and leapt towards Michael, anger taking ahold of the way he fought.

Michael didn't just stand there; he retaliated and attacked as well, viciously swinging his knife at the burnt male. Freddy slashed and swiped at the stalker sadistically - trying to strangle him at the same time so he could distract Myers. The masked man grasped the dream demon's wrist and forced it away from him, twisting it sharply instead. This caused Freddy to curse furiously, fixing it a second later and swiping at Michael with his knifed hand once again - getting him. You guessed he didn't have infinite power in the real world and healing his hand drained some of it.

Wasn't there any way you could help Freddy and cease this incessant battle? There was one way...but you weren't sure whether or not it would work. Taking a deep breath, you waited until they were both a bit apart and then darted inbetween the two of them; holding your hands out and yelling one simple thing:

"STOP!!"

"(Y/n), are you fucking NUTS?! Get out of my way! MOVE BITCH!" Freddy shouted at you in frustration, gritting his teeth and glaring in your general direction.

"No!" You argued anxiously, "This ends now!"

"This fucking FREAK is trying to KILL you." He darkly retorted as Michael tightened his hold on the knife and took a step forwards - obviously disliking the dream demon's remark.

"I know! I...I know." Your voice wobbled a bit while you tried to ignore your bubbling panic. "But he must have a reason. And insulting him isn't going to solve anything - he'll just twist your wrist again." You pointed out.

"Do you NOT understand?!" Freddy grew more and more pissed-off, clenching his left hand into a fist and stiffening up. "This bitch WILL try to MURDER you. So MOVE!"

"No!" You repeated your reply from earlier and then turned to face Michael properly. "I don't think you're a freak. But...I don't get why you're trying to kill me. Can you...Can you at least give me a reason before you try? I...I just want to understand all this...because right now...at the moment, I don't."

The pale-faced male cocked his head to the side and lowered his knife a little, clearly confused by how considerate you seemed to be. Not to mention how you didn't like the fighting - not wanting either of them to get hurt. He thought you'd only want Freddy to not get injured. This was...unexpected. He sent a glance towards the dream demon, bewildered by this bizarre situation and wanting an explanation. Freddy on the other hand was still angry, but also partly amused by Michael's bemused mindset. How was it that you managed to stop the stalker from fighting? He narrowed his eyes and merely awaited the freak's next actions - not liking how you were in the middle.