You woke up and sat up; stifling a yawn as the morning sunlight shone through your curtains and made you to rub at your eyes. Monday morning, huh? Time for your psychology class. Sliding out of bed, you stumbled over to your wardrobe and looked for a suitable outfit, not really caring about how you looked. A few seconds passed before you picked out some clothes, getting dressed in a black skirt and a black-and-white striped shirt, the sleeves being elbow length. Then, you slipped on some black-and-white sneakers - shoving your psychology books into a bag so you wouldn't drop your books this time around.

Going downstairs, you entered the kitchen and saw your mom sitting at the table - the bags under her eyes looking much worse. "Morning Mom." You anxiously greeted, feeling worried about her. "Is everything okay? You look exhausted. Are you not sleeping well?"

"Oh (Y/n), good morning." She yawned midway through her reply and stood up, "Want me to make you some breakfast, hon?" 

"No, no, that's quite alright." You waved her offer away quickly - opening the cupboard and grabbing the cereal box. After taking the milk out of the fridge, you made your own breakfast and sat down opposite her, concerned about her health. Could it be nightmares? Was this Freddy's work...? Maybe you should've given the Hypnocil to your mother instead of pouring it down the drain and discarding it...

"Anyway, I'm fine, but I think I might visit the hospital today." Your mom tiredly answered you, sipping her coffee as she tried to become more alert. "To see if I can pick up some—"

"—Hypnocil, right? The pill they prescribed to me?" You finished her off and started eating your bowl of cereal, your mother nodding.

"Though I don't think I'll be able to get my hands on any." She sighed and you frowned in confusion, not understanding where she was coming from. Why wouldn't she be able to?

"Because you got a slip from Dr. Lecter, remember? One that let you get Hypnocil for a month? But seeing as I don't have that, I doubt they'll just give pills to some random woman they don't even know." Your mom explained unhappily, taking another sip of her drink.

"So you've been having the same nightmares as I used to?" You pieced it together and she stiffened up - obviously wanting to hide it.

"No, no, don't worry about me, dear!" She hurriedly brushed it off, "I just need it because my dreams are beginning to be a bit...erratic. So suppressing them should do the trick and fix that for me." Her twisted truth didn't work on you, but you decided not to push it.

Instead, you went along with it and gave a nod of your own, finishing your cereal as you glanced at the clock. You were going to cut it close - like always - if you didn't leave for uni soon. "Well, I hope they prescribe you Hypnocil so you can stop having those dreadful dreams, Mom." You placed your bowl in the sink and hoisted your bag's strap over your shoulder, giving your mom a quick hug. 

"Have a good day at your uni class." Your mom smiled and hugged you back, but her hug...her hug felt a bit...weak.

Once you'd shut the front door behind you, you decided to confront Freddy about your mother's nightmares when he took you to see this Norman guy, to see if it was him messing with your mom like this. Well, as soon as you'd finished your psychology class today. You quickened your pace and hurried into the room, entering just in time. Dang, you were the last one there. Though it wasn't exactly surprising, considering you barely made it. Hang on...your eyes drifted to Laura and Cadence's seats, both of which were empty. Amber was in her seat however, looking miserable. Was it about what had happened?  

"Nice of you to join us, Ms (L/n)." The professor remarked dryly, holding an open book with two hands and waiting for you to take your seat so the class could start.

"Sorry!" You apologised as your cheeks flushed a faint pink from embarrassment. Sitting down, you tried to focus on the lesson - knowing that this was important information you were being taught - but you just...couldn't.

You were too distracted to listen. So much so that you leant on one elbow and let your gaze slowly wander towards the window, looking at everything outside. It's not that you disliked what you were studying - psychology was a fascinating subject to study. It was just that you felt seriously stressed-out. Dealing with Freddy and his antics, worrying about your two out-of-action friends, and about your mom's health. Not to mention keeping Hannibal and the rest of the killers a secret. Still, it's not like you were going to tell anyone, or spill anything— All of a sudden you stiffened up in surprise, a little shocked to see a familiar male outside.

Michael? What the...? What was he doing here...? The white-masked man was blending in with the trees around him, his navy boiler suit helping him stay relatively hidden and inconspicuous. Your eyes flicked back for a split second - to make sure nobody else had spotted him - and then went back to looking at the tall guy, curious as to why he was just...just standing there. Staring. But then you remembered some of the things Hannibal and Freddy had told you about Michael.

"It seems like you have a tendency to come across dangerous individuals, don't you (Y/n)?" "I'm assuming you mean Michael Myers."
"You have a very keen eye, considering he's a stalker who's tremendously difficult to keep track of."

"—But we need to get back to the topic at hand. Michael Myers. He's not just dangerous; he's cunning, crafty, smart...and when he's after someone, he shadows their footsteps and stalks them until he's slaughtered them."

"Myers let you live because you've become his new obsession—"
" 'Michael's new obsession'...? Just what exactly is that supposed to mean?—"
"His new obsession means that he is so infatuated with you he will never be able to stop pursuing you." "Not for an hour, not for a minute, not even for a second. Myers is a completely heartless and cold-blooded stalker."

So Michael wasn't just standing there. He was pursuing you on purpose. They were right, he was a stalker. Hmm... "What do you want from me?" You mouthed to him, awaiting an answer. Seconds passed, and then you realised he didn't talk. Or didn't seem to anyway. Perhaps he was mute.

Wait... You should mouth a 'Yes' or 'No' question. "Are you stalking me to take my life?" You asked hesitantly, trying to be discreet as you struck up a silent conversation while in class. And boy, you felt so much relief when he simply shook his head. Phew.

"Freddy said you were completely heartless." You copied the dream demon's words, "Is that true?" The tall stalker was about to dip his head as a nod, but then shook it again.

"He also said that you only let me live because I'm your new obsession and that you're also a cold-blooded stalker. Is this true?" His response took a long time - you were actually wondering if he'd answer at all.

A half-nod and a half-shake of the head.

What were you meant to take from that? Were you nothing but a plaything to him? Were you going to die as soon as he lost interest in you? Taking a deep breath, you decided to get back to your psychology lesson and not get into trouble/fall behind. "I have to get back to my psychology lesson now. But thanks for answering my questions. I appreciate that."

Michael nodded a second time but didn't move, which unsettled you slightly. Did he intend to stalk you for the whole lesson? For the entire day? The class seemed to drag on; you occasionally moving your gaze to the window at random times to see if Michael was still there. Yep. He didn't even move position. Was he even still breathing? You stared back at him for a quick moment, seeing his body dip in and out lightly. Phew. It would be weird if he was somehow alive and dead - like some kind of zombie. You focused back on your lesson and grew glad when it was over. Your plan was to rush out and find Freddy, but...

...Amber.