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

"Good choice." Hannibal flashed you a fake-friendly smile before releasing your chin, moving into the middle of you and Jason. "Now then, onto more important matters—"

"W-uh...hy-uh..." Jason roughly spoke, "W-uh...hy-uh...ha...v-uh...e...y-uh...ou...c-uh...om-uh...e...h-uh...ere...?" He demanded to know - facing Hannibal with his machete raised threateningly. [A/N: "Why..." "Why have you come here...?"]

"I came here because I need to discuss something with you." Hannibal pointedly announced, folding his arms once more.

"L-uh...ik-uh...e...w-uh...wh...at-uh...?" Jason growled defensively, gripping his weapon with the utmost of force. [A/N: "Like what...?"]

"Keep your kills inside of Camp Crystal Lake or its outskirts, you understand me?" Hannibal got straight to the point, "If the trespassers leave Camp Crystal Lake before you can kill them, let Michael, Freddy, Norman or myself handle it. You're causing a scene and the public are starting to notice." He darkly finished.

"I...I'm-uh...n-uh...ot-uh...d-uh...oi...ng-uh...an-uh...y...th...in...g-uh...wr-uh...oh...ng-uh...!" Jason fired back fiercely, "M-uh...Mo...m-uh...my...t-uh...el...l-uh...s...m-uh...e...t-uh...o...!" [A/N: "I'm not doing anything wrong!" "Mommy tells me to!"]

"How many times do we have to go through this?" Hannibal sharply shook his head, "Your mother is no longer with us. And she certainly does not talk to you. But anyway, that's besides the point."

"Y-uh...ou...'r-uh...e...a...l-uh...l...ia...r-uh...! A...li...ar-uh...!" The hockey-masked male argued wildly, "M-uh...om...my...t-uh...el...l-uh...s...m-uh...e...t-uh...o...!" [A/N: "You're a liar! A liar!" "Mommy tells me to!"]

Hannibal merely rolled his eyes and moved on, used to this from the Crystal Lake Killer. "Just don't kill outside of the camp, alright?" He firmly ordered, "You'll just create a mess for the rest of us to clear up."

"A...A mess...?" You timidly repeated, shifting from foot-to-foot and looking from Hannibal to Jason in complete confusion.

"Don't worry about it, my dear." Hannibal brushed your sentence off lightly, "I just meant that we're usually a lot more inconspicuous is all. Jason and Krueger simply need to...reign it in a little bit."

"Ah..." You took a step back and tried to appear somewhat composed, "...I...I see..." Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to look calm and collected; thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could actually keep their secret. "Um...if you'll excuse me, I think I'll head back home now." You spoke up shyly, continuing to hold your arm with the other.

"Fair enough." Hannibal dipped his head and gave you yet another false smile, "Remember our agreement though, dearest (Y/n)."

"R-Right..." Your tone of voice trembled a little, not wanting to be on their bad side. "I'm sure I'll see you guys again...probably soon...so uh...take care...?" You trailed off uneasily.

"Why thank you," Hannibal pleasantly replied, "You too, my dear. Don't forget about the Hypnocil~" He reminded you in a softened voice, raising his hand as a respectful wave. At least he was being civil towards you...

"I won't..." You responded - completely stressed-out at how many promises you had planned to keep, "I...I really do have to go now though...!" After saying that, you gave a nervous wave of your own and raced off, heading towards Camp Crystal Lake's entrance.

What in the hell had you gotten yourself into now? Keeping secrets for serial killers and slashers? Hiding said secrets from Amber, Laura, Cadence and your mom? And what about the Hypnocil? Freddy was going to be furious. But you promised Hannibal you would take it... So what were you meant to do!? Everything was so messed-up. Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes, a sigh slipping through your lips as you started the walk home. Your friends...you should probably text your friends and tell them you were alright. Hopefully Cadence and Laura had made their way to the hospital, so they could take care of their injuries and recover from said fiasco.

You were so distracted by your distressed thoughts that you didn't see someone in front of you; causing you to crash into said person and fall to the ground, landing on your butt. "I-I'm so sorry-!" You exclaimed quickly, wiping your eyes and shaking your head, "I didn't see—" Your voice died out when you realised who it was, not expecting to bump into Michael. "—you...there...?"

He stared down at you and then gave a nod, taking out the trusty pen and notepad. "ᗯᕼY ᗯEᖇE YOᑌ ᗩᗷOᑌT TO ᑕᖇY? ᗪIᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎ OᐯEᖇ TᕼEᖇE?" [A/N: "WHY WERE YOU ABOUT TO CRY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN OVER THERE?"]

You forced a smile and climbed to your feet, fighting back more tired tears. "No, no, everything is fine...!" Your whole body was stiff and stressed-out, the scary situation making you exhausted.

"YOᑌ ᗩᖇE TᕼE ᗯOᖇᔕT ᒪIᗩᖇ I'ᐯE EᐯEᖇ ᔕEEᑎ. ᗯᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎEᗪ? [A/N: "YOU ARE THE WORST LIAR I'VE EVER SEEN. WHAT HAPPENED?"]

His reply made your façade finally break; tears flooding your face whilst you flung your arms around said stalker. "Oh Michael, Hannibal said he'd stop prescribing Hypnocil to me if I didn't keep my promise not to expose you all! Which means I'd get nightmares again - most likely from Freddy - and I just know he's going to be mad at me for taking Hypnocil in the first place when I swore I wouldn't!" You sorrowfully sobbed; not being able to handle how you felt. "But...But Hannibal forced me to take it! After that, Jason randomly fell in love with me...calling it true love!"

"ᒍᑌᔕT ᗪOᑎ'T TEᒪᒪ ᗩᑎYOᑎE ᗩᗷOᑌT ᑌᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ'ᒪᒪ ᗷE ᖴIᑎE." [A/N: "JUST DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT US AND YOU'LL BE FINE."] Michael wrote after your tearful wail, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head atop yours.

"IGᑎOᖇE ᖴᖇEᗪᗪY. ᕼE ᗩᑕTᔕ TOᑌGᕼ ᗷᑌT ᖇEᗩᒪᒪY ᕼE'ᔕ ᒍᑌᔕT ᗩ ᗯEᗩKᒪIᑎG. ᗩᔕ ᖴOᖇ ᒍᗩᔕOᑎ, ᕼE'ᔕ ᒍᑌᔕT ᗩ ᑭᗩTᕼETIᑕ, ᑕᕼIᒪᗪ-ᗰIᑎᗪEᗪ ᗷᗩᗷY." [A/N: "IGNORE FREDDY. HE ACTS TOUGH BUT REALLY HE'S JUST A WEAKLING. AS FOR JASON, HE'S JUST A PATHETIC, CHILD-MINDED BABY."] Michael scribbled down after the quick hug.

"I don't think Freddy's a weakling." You hesitantly disagreed, shuddering when you remembered the slash and the nightmares. "I think all of you can be a bit...traumatising..." 

Your comment caused Michael to ruffle your hair with his right hand and then caress your cheek with it - a faint pink colour tinting your face as so you avoided his gaze. "W-Well what about Hannibal-?" You weakly asked, "Why did Freddy warn me about him? He didn't seem that dangerous to me." 

Michael stiffened up and pulled his hand away from your face, his stare growing steely and stern. "ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ Iᔕ ᗩ ᔕᗩᗪIᔕTIᑕ ᑭᔕYᑕᕼOᑭᗩTᕼ. ᔕTᗩY ᗩᗯᗩY ᖴᖇOᗰ ᕼIᗰ ᗩᑎᗪ KEEᑭ YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ ᔕᗩᖴE." [A/N: "HANNIBAL IS A SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH. STAY AWAY FROM HIM AND KEEP YOURSELF SAFE."]