He knew Hannibal...? Did that mean he knew about Michael and Freddy as well...?

"You know Hannibal...?" You trailed off and gave a cough before continuing, "But...But I could've been talking about any psychiatrist-slash-therapist."

"O...Oh...f-uh...c-uh...ou...r-uh...s-uh...e..." Jason dipped his head while taking another step closer to you, "H-uh...Ha...nn-uh...i...b-uh...al-uh...i-is...uh...a—" [A/N: "Of course. Hannibal is a—"]

"—(Y/n), dearest, what on Earth are you doing here...?" A familiar voice cut into the conversation, a dark-haired male entering the scene. Hannibal. "And Camp Crystal Lake of all places? I hardly think you'd come here alone. You didn't, did you...?"

"W-Well why are you here-?" You shyly asked, your stiff stance softening up due to the fact that Hannibal had arrived. "What business could you have at Camp Crystal Lake? And how come Jason isn't attacking you?"

"To answer your question, I have business with Jason, so that's why he's leaving me alone." Hannibal paused for a split second or two, "However, I suggest you leave Camp Crystal Lake, otherwise you might end up hurt."

"Hurt? More hurt than not taking the Hypnocil and dealing with the dream demon we both know and don't want to see?" You retorted quietly, trying to appear somewhat assertive.

"Touché. You did take the Hypnocil though, did you not?" He cleared his throat and questioned you seriously, "Krueger is not someone like yourself should associate with—"

Before he could finish, Jason snarled from absolute dislike and disgust; stamping his foot while he showed his hate. "K-uh...ru...eg... er-uh...is-uh...th-uh...e...w-uh...or-uh...st-uh..." He hissed out. [A/N: "Krueger is the worst..."]

"W-Wait, you know Freddy as well as Hannibal...?" Your eyes widened as you glanced back towards the hockey-masked male, growing even more perplexed from this situation. "What exactly is going on here...?"

"The two of them have...history." Hannibal delicately explained, "Long story short, Krueger faked being Jason's... deceased mother a while back, and they've been enemies ever since." He kept it short and sweet - not wanting to freak you out with certain...details.

Before you could respond, Jason's hand curled around your wrist and tugged you towards him, his mother telling him that you weren't a threat. "H-Hey-!" You stuttered in surprise, stumbling slightly. "W-What are you doing-!?"

"Jason, stop that right now!" Hannibal ordered sternly, "Just because she isn't a threat doesn't mean you can treat her in such a manner. So apologise. Now."

"P-uh...re...t-uh...ty...g-uh...ir-uh...l..." Jason pulled you into a hug and wrapped his arms around your body, clearly happy. "L-uh...ik-uh...es-uh...C-uh...ry...st-uh...al-uh...L-uh...ak-uh...e...-...d-uh...id-uh...n't-uh...j-uh...ud-uh...g-uh...e..." [A/N: "Pretty girl..." "Likes Crystal Lake - didn't judge..."]

Hannibal merely raised an eyebrow. "Be that as it may, you shouldn't grab her so forcefully. That's tremendously rude." He told the other male sharply, folding his arms and trying to help you out.

"M-uh...om...my...t-uh...ol...d-uh...m-uh...e...it-uh...w-uh...as-uh...ok-uh...ay-uh..." Jason mumbled and lowered his head a little, feeling aggravated. "I...l-uh...ov-uh...e...h-uh...er-uh..." [A/N: "Mommy told me it was okay..." "I love her..."]

"W-Wait what-!?" You loudly stammered, the awkwardness in the air rising. Thank goodness Hannibal was here, otherwise who knows what would've went down.

"That's ridiculous." Hannibal dismissed the love-confession immediately, both eyebrows raised by this point. "You can't love someone you just met."

"T-uh...T-uh...ru...e...l-uh...l-uh..." [A/N: "True l...l..."]

"—I hate to disappoint, but that's not true love...nor will it ever be." Hannibal interrupted in a steely tone, helping you out of Jason's hold. "(Y/n) needs to head back home, so I suggest you stop this foolishness." He shook his head at the Crystal Lake Killer and let go of your hand once you were out of his grasp.

"Thanks." You whispered to the dark-haired male timidly; a bit shaken. He merely nodded.

"Besides, we have things we need to discuss, do we not?" Hannibal talked to Jason coldly, "About the other three?"

"(Y...Y.../n...) st-uh...ay-uh...s..." The child-minded male snapped, "(Y/...n...n) st-uh...ay...s-uh...!" He - once again - snatched your wrist and yanked you back in his direction, his possessiveness growing by the minute. [A/N: "(Y/n) stays." "(Y/n) stays!"]

"U-Um...well actually...I don't really—"

"—Don't start this." Hannibal rolled his eyes and stifled a stern sigh, "You'll just aggravate Krueger and Myers, probably Norman as well if he ever meets her."

"Who's Norman...?" You turned your head towards Hannibal in confusion whilst you attempted to tug your hand out of Jason's hold. "And why does Jason like me so much...?"

"M-uh...i...n-uh...e...!" Jason loudly decided, tightening his hold on you, "M-uh...i...n-uh...e...!" [A/N: "Mine!" "Mine!"]

"Norman is...one of my housemates," Hannibal replied lightly, "Someone who shares a house with Michael, Freddy and myself." He flashed a false smile and spilled part of the truth, not wanting to completely unnerve you.

"Hang on..." You were stunned. "...You live with Michael and...and Freddy...?" You asked him in a strangled voice.

"That is the truth." Hannibal dipped his head as a nod, "However, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this. It might prove to make things more... difficult." He spoke to you in a sickly-sweet manner, shooting Jason a glare and silently demanding your release.

With a disgruntled sound, Jason slowly let go of you and stared at the ground in disappointment. "More...difficult...?" You nervously echoed.

"Exactly. And like I said before, I have something to speak to Jason about. So if you wouldn't mind—"

"—Wait!" You hurriedly spoke up, "I thought Freddy Krueger lived in the dream realm. But if that's true, then how does he also live with you four...?"

"Three." Hannibal corrected you politely, "Jason stays in Camp Crystal Lake. It's just Norman, Michael, Freddy and I that have a living arrangement, my dear (Y/n)." His answer made you stiffen up, now feeling incredibly awkward.

"So if...if Michael, Jason and Freddy are murderers..." You took a deep breath and looked Hannibal straight in the eye, "...Does that mean that you...you and Norman are killers as well...?" You bit your lip, wanting to keep at least some of your composure.

A slight smirk spread across his face as he tilted your chin upwards with his forefinger and thumb. "That's a secret~" He mischievously murmured, a devious chuckle slipping through his lips a second later.

You didn't know how to respond to that at all; fear flooding your veins as your feet felt glued to the spot. "Now then," Hannibal's voice changed to a more...business-like tone, the dark-haired male locking eyes with Jason. "What should we do with you, now that you know some of our secrets~?"

"I...I won't tell anyone...!" You squeaked out without thinking, panicking inwardly. "I...I promise I won't...!"

"But how do we know that you'll keep said promise?" Hannibal smirk twisted into a sadistic smile, his thumb brushing the bottom of your chin's skin as he played around with your anxious state. "What do you think we should do, Jason?"

Jason looked back up, thinking for a moment or two. "P-uh...in...ky...p-uh...ro...mi...s-uh...e...! P-uh...in...ky...p-uh...ro...mi...s-uh...e...!" He chanted childishly. [A/N: "Pinky promise! Pinky promise!"]

Ignoring his immature suggestion, Hannibal debated over their dispute and then smiled angelically. "How about this," He spoke to you instead of Jason - his expression now extremely smug, "If you can keep all of our secrets, I suppose we can let you live."

"All...of your secrets...?" You repeated faintly, gazing into his sienna-shaded orbs and trying your best not to shake or tremble.

"—Otherwise," Hannibal carried on as if you'd never spoken, "As soon as you run out of Hypnocil, I won't prescribe you any more...which means Krueger will be able to give you the worst nightmares you can imagine. Then, eventually we'll kill you." He finished, feeling amused by your horrified face. How...cute.

"I...I..." You tried to answer, but your throat was dry from the distress you felt. Swallowing, you tried again. "...I won't."