-Chapter 28: Conflicting Conversation-

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You found Norman sitting on the sofa in the living room; his expression glum while he gazed at the floor yet again. "Norman? How are you feeling? Do you feel a little better than before?" You lightly questioned, walking over to the teen and causing him to look up.

"(Y-Y/n)! Y-You...You came back." His face lit up as he leapt up and bounded over to you, engulfing you in a hug while he nuzzled into the side of your neck.

"Well, I did say I'd come right back, didn't I?" You playfully repeated your words from earlier and ruffled his hair - not noticing that Hannibal, Michael and Freddy had entered the room as well, all of them watching you both.

"T-Thank you, thank you." Norman's tone was brimming with relief, grateful that you'd kept your word and returned. He was so used to people seeing his condition and disappearing, but you...you had stayed.

"So how are you feeling?" You asked and pulled back, holding his shoulders softly.

"B-Better now that you're here." He shyly stammered, Norman growing flustered and blushing ever-so-slightly.

"Jesus Christ, stop being so fucking sappy." Freddy folded his arms and rolled his eyes, glaring at Norman. "I swear, you're going to make me sick with all that sweet, sugary crap."

"Leave him alone." You defended the timid teen fiercely, turning around and facing the dream demon with annoyance. "He's allowed to speak the way he wants to."

"I have to agree. That's no way to act, Krueger." Hannibal joined the conversation, his tone polite and well-mannered as always. "(Y/n) and Norman were just interacting with each other. Do you have some kind of problem with that? I mean, I recall you saying you couldn't care less about her last time we spoke." He innocently recalled, pissing the burnt male off.

"Don't even start, you stuck-up son of a bitch." Freddy hissed in retaliation, "And don't act like that didn't bother you too."

"Norman, would you mind leading (Y/n) into the kitchen and getting her a glass of water?" Hannibal turned towards the dark-haired teen - who nodded and took ahold of your hand. "I don't want her to be mixed up in the middle of this. Krueger and I need to have a little...chat, so this might become a bit unpleasant. Now Michael, would you mediate please?"

"Oh no you don't," Freddy sneered and held out his knifed hand, his anger growing with every passing second. "I know what you're trying to fucking do, you utter prick."

"Come on, (Y/n)," Norman nervously piped up, "This'll get ugly."

"But—" You tried to argue but he shook his head, not wanting you to get hurt.

"She's not going anywhere." Freddy snapped; enraged by this point. "How many times do I have to fucking say this? She's MINE." He viciously swiped at Hannibal, though his attack missed - due to Michael standing in front and grabbing his gloved hand, mediating between the two.

Norman lead you out of the room, the last thing you heard being: "I KNEW it was a fucking mistake letting her come here. Fuck BOTH of you."

"Norman wait, we can't just let them go at each other's throats like that." You fretted uneasily, glancing behind you and wanting to go back.

"T-Trust me (Y-Y/n), you'll just get hurt if you go back in there." He tried to reason with you, worried about your safety whilst he poured a glass of water and passed it over to you.

"Thanks." You took the water and took a tiny sip, "But I don't care about what happens to me. I refuse to let something like that happen behind my back." Your stubbornness started to show - Norman spotting it immediately.

"O-Oh (Y/n), y-you can't-! I...I don't want you to get hurt." He panicked and clutched both of your hands, shaking his head frantically. "Y-You'll be s-safe here-!"

"I..." You hesitated, biting your lip before deciding to lie. "...I promise you I won't get hurt, Norman." He cottoned onto your lie at once and opened his mouth; but before he could say anything you'd already headed back to the living room. And you were stunned by the scene in front of you.

"You previously said you didn't care, correct? What an adorable little lie that was." Hannibal's pleasant attitude had vanished, leaving behind a derogatory voice and condescending manner. "If that was the case, then why do you always claim her as yours, hmm? Something seems to be amiss here. Michael, what do you think about of all this?"

Michael tilted his head slightly, musing over what the smartly-dressed male had just said. "Shut the fuck up! Don't forget, I know how you feel too - so don't act so smug you fucking smart-ass." Freddy hatefully snarled as he managed to land a hit on Michael and get the stalker to stumble back. This - of course - gave him an opportunity to slash at Hannibal, which he obviously took.

"No, don't!" You flinched when your loud cry was a tad too late; his sharp claws ripping through Hannibal's shirt and leaving behind bloody, deep, scratch marks.

"(Y-Y/n)! P-Please, d-don't get i-involved-!" Norman attempted to tug you back into the hallway, but you weren't having any of it - walking straight into the middle of them and throwing them off completely.

"What are you three even doing? This doesn't look like a 'little chat' to me." You clenched your fists and directed your last words at Hannibal, glaring at the three males.

"Things may have gotten a little bit out of hand, my dear." Hannibal flashed a calming smile at you, "It seems that Krueger can't take constructive criticism very well."

" 'Constructive criticism' !?" Freddy angrily repeated, fuming at the other male's remark. "You spouted a bunch of shit at me and hid behind Michael the entire time, trying to get the two of us out of the fucking picture!"

"Trying to get the two of you out of the picture? And just what do you mean by that?" Hannibal cocked his head to the side and wiped some of the blood off of his shirt, acting like his wound wasn't a big deal.

"Oh, stop acting so damn innocent." The dream demon bursted out, "Twisting (Y/n) around your fucking finger the way you have. Well the joke's on you, she's not even taking the Hypnocil! So whatever you're planning, it's not going to work. I'm not going to fucking let it."

"You're not taking the Hypnocil?" Hannibal turned to you and you froze, feeling your stomach drop. "I thought I'd reminded you multiple times, not to mention you promised you wouldn't." Although his tone was calm, you could hear how exasperated the psychiatrist was. Shit...

"I-It's not because I didn't want to." You hurriedly tried to defend yourself and held your arms, now feeling intimidated. "I just...I made a deal and I had to keep it, that's all."

"You made a deal? With who, exactly?" He raised his eyebrows as you began to silently panic. Should you tell him? Or should you not tell him?

"With me of course," Freddy answered for you proudly, "And that's why she's mine. So don't even think about fucking things up, you understand me?"

"Ah, so it's a forced relationship. How unfortunate." Hannibal pretended to be sympathetic on your behalf, amused when the dream demon grew pissed-off once more.

"Don't you fucking DARE—"

"Can't we continue this at another time?" You worriedly interrupted, "Hannibal's injured and not only that, but he's bleeding too." You looked at him in distress, clutching both of your hands to your chest and trying to calm the situation down.

"I couldn't give less of a fu—"

"I appreciate your concern, (Y/n)." Hannibal sent you a soft smile, "Although, I think it would be best if you returned home now and visit another time. Only if you want to, of course." He added the last part pleasantly before leaving the room.

"Yeah, it's getting a bit late, my mom's probably growing worried." You admitted.

"Y-You're leaving already-?" Norman stuttered, looking dejected. "B-But you said you wouldn't leave-!"

"I'll be back soon." You promised him warmly, "Maybe tomorrow." You didn't know if you could actually return tomorrow, but you didn't want to set Norman off again.

"O-Okay..." He unhappily mumbled.

"That's if I fucking let you." Freddy muttered under his breath possessively.

Pretending not to hear his words, you moved over to Norman and gave him a sweet hug, the teen's eyes lighting up while he cuddled you as tightly as he possibly could. "I-I really like you (Y/n)..." He confessed in a caring voice, "Y-You're so nice."

"Oh give me a break," Freddy spat out - not being able to take any more. Striding forwards, he snatched your arm and broke the hug, pulling you towards the door.

What was his problem...?

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