"Hey, wait!" You stumbled behind him, not being able to free yourself from Freddy's grip as you struggled. "I didn't get to say goodbye to the others properly!"

"I. Don't. Care." He coldly replied, dragging you out of the house and starting the way back.

"I don't get what your issue is." You sighed and gave up struggling - seeing as it wasn't doing anything. "It's like you were jealous of the attention they were giving me or something."

"Jealous? Oh, don't even start with that shit. You're going home. Now." The slasher commanded fiercely, still holding your arm while the two of your began the journey back. "So shut the fuck up about them."

"So pleasant." You muttered under your breath, huffing. "Fine."

His anger subsided slightly when he saw you weren't trying to resist anymore, so he loosened his grip and gave you a small bit of freedom. "You don't want me to talk about the others? Then let's talk about the something else." You decided - remembering that you wanted to ask about your mother's nightmares.

Freddy smirked a little, his smug attitude returning as he read your thoughts. "You want to ask me about your mother's nightmares and whether or not I'm the one behind them." He faked a yawn, deviously smiling when you glared.

"Well are you or aren't you?" You stopped walking and crossed your arms icily. "Cut with the bullshit, or I swear I'll find a way to get my hands on more Hypno—"

"I said I'd keep you alive. I like to play around with people and slash them into shreds - that's just what I do. So don't take it so personally, doll." The dream demon drawled out, his green eyes glittering with amusement at your annoyance.

You gritted your teeth, growing infuriated by his casual response. "If you ever...EVER lay a finger on my mom again, I will make you sorry. VERY sorry." You shouted at him angrily, glaring at him for a few seconds more before storming off in the direction of home.

"D'aww, doll-face, come back." He called after you, not feeling any regret whatsoever as his aggravating chuckling filled your ears.

Hurting your mom like that...what a complete jerk. And he thought it was a huge joke too. He found it funny. Perhaps you should get some more Hypnocil. Then he'd see how fucking funny it was. "Do that and I'll—"

"Do what? Hurt her more?" You snapped at him when he caught up to you and grasped your wrist, tears pricking the corner of your eyes while you tried to keep it together.

"Is your mother that fucking important to you?" He questioned, still grinning from your previous outburst. "I couldn't give less of a fuck about my mother. She's nothing but a bitch."

"She IS important to me. She's my MOTHER for god's sake! Just because you have issues with your mother doesn't mean I do!" You retorted sharply, using your right hand to slap the male's face from frustration.

Freddy stared at you for a second or two, and then released a dark laugh - his amusement increasing. "Did you just slap me?" He grabbed your other wrist too; yanking you closer to him. "It takes a lot of guts to slap me like that, sweets~"

"What, you think I'm scared?" You shot back furiously, "I'll do it again if you don't stop attacking my mom." Your threat merely made him let out another laugh - him not taking it seriously at all.

"You think I'm going to stop because of a slap or two? Because you want me to? I'd say stop dreaming princess, but you're not even asleep~" The killer taunted - treating your threat like a grain of salt as he murmured against your lips.

"Oh get fucked." You feistily swore, hating that him being so close to you caused your cheeks to glow a soft pink. "You're a complete dick and now I'm regretting agreeing to your—"

"Get fucked? If you wanted me to get fucked, we can do it as soon as we get back to your bedroom, sugar." He twisted your words against you, flashing you another one of his smirks and feeling satisfied when he felt your frustration rise.

"Y'know, I'm beginning to hate you." You spoke bluntly, "Why should I continue this deal if you're just going to hurt the people around me? That doesn't even make any sense!"

Before Freddy could give you one of his sarcastic responses - a familiar, white-masked male shoved him to the side and stood in front of you, glaring at the dream demon as he acted defensive. "What the FUCK are you doing here, stalker?" Freddy growled, "You need to fuck RIGHT off. Or do you WANT me to whoop your ass again?"

Michael pointed at you, shook his head and then clutched his kitchen knife, making the killer opposite him chuckle maliciously. "Bitch, I'll do what I want. Why would I not go for her family? I never fucking said I wouldn't." Freddy read his thoughts and raised his knifed glove, aggravated that you were so close to Michael.

Michael tightened his hold on his knife as he took a step forwards, intending to teach Freddy a lesson and wanting to start a fight. "No, wait!" You gripped the back of the masked male's boiler suit in alarm - not wanting the two to begin another fight. "Both of you STOP!"

Michael turned around to face you slowly, tilting his head slightly as he didn't understand why you were panicking. "You're such a fucking loser, Myers." Freddy jeered, "Why do you even want me to stop? It's not like it affects your bitch-ass."

A few seconds passed and then the burnt male laughed again, finding Michael's silent replies to be incredibly funny. "Aww, you want me to stop for her. And here I was thinking that Norman was the sappy one. Such a little sweetheart, aren't you?" He pushed Michael's buttons on purpose, intent on irritating the stalker.

"I can't take this anymore." You let go of Michael's boiler suit before you decided to leave. "You, don't touch my mom again." You demanded - talking to Freddy, "And you..." You trailed off, not knowing what to do about Michael. He hadn't done anything. "You just...just do what you normally do."

Once you'd finished speaking, you strode off and carried on walking home; a little surprised that neither slasher followed you. Maybe they'd actually taken what you'd said seriously...? That was...unexpected. Making your way home felt like it was taking forever, but eventually you arrived back at your house - knowing it was quite late. Whipping out your phone to check what time it was, you saw a couple of messages from your mom, obviously worried about you. It's not like she was being over-dramatic, considering you'd been silent and away from home for a while. So, you opened the front door and entered your house. 

"(Y/n)! You're back," Relief dripped from your mother's tone as she appeared in the hallway, happy that you were back home. "Welcome home, honey. Where've you been?"

"Oh, uh..." You froze and wondered how to answer. It's not like you could say 'I was just in a house where four serial killers live!' and tell her that you might to return. "I was visiting Cadence and Laura in the hospital. They were hurt pretty badly." You lied - your lie making you feel bad. You should actually visit them...

"They're in the hospital? How come? What happened? Are they okay?" She questioned frantically, fear washing over her face.

"Yeah, they are." You dumped your bag near the door and stifled a yawn, a little bit tired. Crap, you had to deal with Freddy tonight too... "They got attacked, but they'll be okay Mom. Don't worry about it." You accepted her hug, pulling back a minute later and going up the stairs - your mother following.

"Attacked?" She picked out a certain word, sounding extremely worried. "Was it close? Did it take place somewhere in town?" Her alarm was natural, but you didn't feel like dealing with it. After today, you were tired as hell.

"It didn't and it wasn't close. Like I said before, it's nothing to worry about. I think I'm going to go to sleep now, Mom." You gave her another hug and then softly shut your door, getting out of your clothes and swapping into your pyjamas, thinking about today.

From being stalked by Michael during class, facing Norman and his 'Mother', interrupting a chaotic chat involving three out of the five slashers, and arguing with Freddy on the way back - of course you were exhausted. "Man..." You tiredly spoke, "Maybe I'll skip class tomorrow...visit Laura and Cadence in the hospital, and then check on Norman. Yeah..." You mumbled whilst you sprawled atop your bed, your eyes fluttering on their own.

Time to deal with Freddy...again.