"H...How did you..." You swallowed; your throat dry as you took a shaky breath. "...How did you get in here...?"

Michael didn't say anything, merely standing there intimidatingly. "Are...Are you..." You mustered up the courage to continue, clutching your chest with both hands and facing him fearfully, "Are you going to kill me?"

He stared down at his kitchen knife he carried with him before looking back up at you and your scared expression. Then, he slowly shook his head. "What do you...What do you want from me...?" Your question came out quiet and faint - you not knowing how to act.

How were you meant to act with a wanted serial killer in your bedroom!?

Again, he shook his head - taking a couple of steps towards you and continuing to stare at you with his dark-brown irises. Not only was his heavy breathing incredibly unsettling, but his tall stance was too...both of which caused a chill to run down your spine. "I-Is...Is there something you need...? Fr-From me in particular...?" You stuttered; scared of the masked man.

Michael nodded and then shook his head a third time, confusing you further. "Is it something to do with your sister? Laurie...right?" You tried to guess what he wanted, feeling intrigued and slightly interested when you received another silent nod from the mute male.

A few seconds passed before you grabbed a pencil and notepad, holding it out to him so you could actually comprehend what he wanted. "Here, maybe you could write down what you're thinking about...y'know, so I can understand what you're trying to say?" You offered, becoming less and less afraid of him.

After all, he did say he wasn't there to kill you.

Michael nodded yet again and took them both, dropping his knife before scribbling down what he wanted to say in a messy scrawl. It took a minute or two until he was finished writing down his thoughts, pushing the notepad back in your direction once he was done. "͏ᔕ͏ᕼ͏E ͏ᗯ͏ᗩ͏ᔕ͏ᑎ'͏T ͏I͏ᑎ ͏ᕼ͏ᗩ͏ᗪ͏ᗪ͏O͏ᑎ͏ᖴ͏I͏E͏ᒪ͏ᗪ. ͏I ͏ᑎ͏E͏E͏ᗪ ͏T͏O ͏K͏I͏ᒪ͏ᒪ ͏ᕼ͏E͏ᖇ. ͏ᑎ͏O͏T ͏Y͏O͏ᑌ." [A/N: "SHE WASN'T IN HADDONFIELD. I NEED TO KILL HER. NOT YOU"]

"Oh...I see..." You mumbled, the atmosphere growing awkward, "So why are you in my bedroom then, Michael?"

"YOᑌ ᗰᑌᔕT KᑎOᗯ ᕼEᖇ. ᔕO ᗯᕼEᖇE Iᔕ ᔕᕼE?" [A/N: YOU MUST KNOW HER. SO WHERE IS SHE?]

"I don't know anyone named Laurie. The girls you saw me hanging out with in the uni cafeteria were Amber, Laura and Cadence. The four of us have never hung out with anyone called that." You bit your lip while Michael picked up his kitchen knife and gripped it tightly - irritated by your response.

"I'm sorry," You apologised timidly, "I'm telling you the truth. There's no point in lying to you...is there? I mean, I can always try and help you find her, if that's what you want."

He shook his head in his usual fashion; clearly not wanting your help for such a task. "I ᗪOᑎ'T ᑎEEᗪ YOᑌᖇ ᕼEᒪᑭ. ᗯᕼY ᗪIᗪ YOᑌ TᗩKE TᕼᗩT ᕼIT ᖴOᖇ ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ ᗩᑎYᗯᗩY?" [A/N: "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. WHY DID YOU TAKE THAT HIT FOR HANNIBAL ANYWAY?"]

Michael shoved the notepad back in your direction after he'd written his next reply, his aggravation and annoyance growing by the minute. Why did your offer anger him so much? "Okay, okay, I get it. And I took that hit because I didn't want Hannibal to get hurt." You told him truthfully, a bit bemused when the notepad got snatched out of your hands.

"YOᑌ ᗷᗩᖇEᒪY KᑎOᗯ ᕼIᗰ. ᗯᕼᗩT KIᑎᗪ Oᖴ ᑭEᖇᔕOᑎ ᑭᖇOTEᑕTᔕ ᔕOᗰEOᑎE TᕼEY ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ KᑎOᗯ?" [A/N: "YOU BARELY KNOW HIM. WHAT KIND OF PERSON PROTECTS SOMEONE THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW?"] His written retort took you by surprise; completely taken aback.

"Well...Hannibal believed me about Freddy Krueger, and how I wasn't self-harming...like my mom thought I was." You answered honestly, "He also prescribed me Hypnocil...y'know, to protect me from Freddy? So actually, in my opinion, he deserved to be defended earlier." The way you talked threw Michael off altogether, the stalker not convinced by how compassionate and kind-hearted you seemed to be.

He didn't believe it. No...He couldn't believe it. What type of girl was he dealing with here? Once again he used the notepad to communicate with you, feeling a bit vulnerable because he wasn't holding his knife. "YOᑌᖇ KIᑎᗪᕼEᗩᖇTEᗪ ᗩTTITᑌᗪE Iᔕ GOIᑎG TO GET YOᑌ KIᒪᒪEᗪ OᑎE ᗪᗩY. ᒍᑌᔕT ᒪOOK ᗩT YOᑌᖇ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪEᖇ/ᗷᗩᑕK." [A/N: "YOUR KINDHEARTED ATTITUDE IS GOING TO GET YOU KILLED ONE DAY. JUST LOOK AT YOUR SHOULDER/BACK."]

"That's NOT true." You raised your voice a tad and then quickly lowered it back to its normal volume, "My shoulder wound happened because of Freddy, and that's why I'm using the Hypnocil tonight." You explained firmly, glad you'd finally be free of Freddy and the dream demon's sadistic messing about.

Michael cocked his head to the side; his mind misunderstanding and missing the point entirely. But...The stalker stared back at you intently...feeling oddly overprotective. He couldn't just leave you defenceless against Krueger...now could he? Thinking back to Krueger's previous words, he became even more conflicted - not knowing which thought was the best one to go with. "Oh that's sweet," "You like her. How cute." "What kind of person protects someone they don't even know?" Krueger was just fucking around when he said Michael liked you, that's all. What an absolute prick.

"Now is there anything else you want-slash-need from me? Because I really don't know anything about this Laurie girl." You looked at him inquisitively - nervous as he moved closer to you. Fortunately he didn't touch your bandaged-up shoulder, placing his hand on your opposite one instead.

"W...What are you doing...!?" You squeaked out shyly; shocked by Michael's actions, "I'm telling you, there's nothing I can do for you! Unless you've changed your mind and you're going to kill me, all you can do is leave and continue your search for Laurie."

His other hand cradled your cheek and caressed the side of your face, his rough thumb stroking your skin whilst he continued to just...stare at you. You gazed into his eyes with confusion and had no idea how to react or what to say. A wanted serial killer was not only letting you live, but was also acting strangely intimate with you. What the...What the hell were you meant to do...!? After a few seconds, Michael seemed to snap out of his strange stance and pulled away, looking perplexed by what had just happened. In fact he was so bewildered by his own actions that he shook his head and grabbed his kitchen knife again.

"I'd prefer you don't kill me and choose the second option though..." You spoke in a tiny voice, hugging your sides and taking a small step away from the tall stalker.

The pale-faced killer gave you an emotionless nod and then brushed past you; leaving your bedroom while you merely stood there. Then you began panicking. What if...What if your mother spotted the stalker and he stabbed her like his other victims? Racing out of your room, you stood at the top of the stairs and noticed that Michael simply opened the front door silently, slipping out before shutting the door just as quietly. He...He didn't try anything. Wonder why...? Shaking your head from exhaustion, you rubbed at your eyes and returned to your room, deciding to get ready for bed. Today had been...hectic as hell.

"(Y/n)? You in bed yet? It is almost ten!" Your mother's voice called up from downstairs, causing you to roll your eyes. "And don't forget to take the Hypnocil, darling!"

"I've just gotta get changed into my pjs and brush my teeth, Mom!" You called back as casually as you could, shutting your door and grabbing a pair of pjs from your drawers. "Then I will!"

"Love you, honey!" Her response made you smile - knowing that deep down, you loved your mother and appreciated her concern.

"I love you too!" You stifled a yawn as you changed clothes, trying to forget about what just happened. But it was hard, considering that - oh yeah - a serial killer was just in your bedroom, talking to you!

After you'd switched into your pjs, you headed into the bathroom and brushed your teeth; a little hesitant about taking the Hypnocil. You knew deep down that Freddy would be pissed...but what other options were there? You needed sleep, without dealing with a certain dream demon. Still...you glanced at the bottle of Hypnocil and the glass of water. What to do...What to do... Shaking your head, you ignored your thoughts and swigged down some of said dream-suppressant pills. There. No going back now. You'd finally get peaceful sleep. At last.