"Because you touched me out of nowhere!"
"Then why didn't you try and stop me?"
"Because I wasn't expecting it!"
"So why haven't you done anything?"
"Because—!"

A shocked gasp slipped through your lips as your eyes shot open; your body moving on its own as you sat up as quickly as humanly possible. Minutes ticked silently past before your phone alarm went off like it usually did - being loud and annoying. Man, last night had been...You couldn't even begin to describe it. Did you even feel well enough to go to your psychology class? Or should you take a few days off to recover and stay in your bedroom? Stifling a yawn, you turned your alarm off, not wanting to hear the obnoxious beep while you attempted to gather your distressed thoughts.

It was only after you'd turned your alarm off that you noticed Michael stalking you from the corner of the room; the pale-faced male staring at you intently. "Michael-!?" Your eyes widened at the sight of him - not expecting the silent killer to be there.

"What are you...What are you doing in here...!? And how long have you just been...standing there...!?" All you received as an answer was complete and utter silence; his dark eyes glued to your face while you tried to compose yourself. "M-Michael...?"

"I hope I'm not intruding or anything like that, (Y/n)." A voice spoke softly, your head swivelling to the side and seeing a familiar, dark-haired male standing by the door. Hannibal.

"You're not intruding." You wearily replied, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to wake up properly. "Good morning..."

Hannibal politely smiled before responding. "And a good morning to you as well, (Y/n)." He greeted gently, taking a step or two towards you and ignoring Michael completely. "How are you feeling?"

"Is that a trick question...?" Your voice rose slightly; your eyes looking at him with an ounce of annoyance while you swung your legs around to the side of the bed and faced him with false confidence.

"No it was not. But I understand your minor ounce of malice." Hannibal dipped his head as a nod and continued smiling, taking note of how you felt and knowing exactly how to handle this situation. "Last night must've taken its toll on you, what with the difficult decision you made."

"Right..." You muttered, standing up and flipping open your suitcase once more. "Like I had a choice. I was coerced into this."

"My dear, of course you had a choice. You were given two options, were you not?" Hannibal's voice might've sounded innocent - but if there was any traces of innocence in him, you couldn't see it.

"That's not the point and you know it." You picked out clothes before whirling round to face him a second time. "You knew I'd lean towards one option more than the other. You knew I wouldn't be able to let Michael hurt my mother more than he already had. So don't even try to deny it."

"Let's return to that later." Hannibal pleasantly dismissed what you two were disagreeing on - instead deciding to brush your negative attitude to the side for now. "Norman's prepared a bit of breakfast downstairs, if you'd like some."

"Why would I interact with any of you...?" You asked with a hint of hostility, feeling defensive. "After how you guys all behaved last night, why would I want to?"

"It was simply an offer, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less." He smoothly remarked, his smile twisting into a slight smirk a second later. "Though if you'd prefer to starve up here instead, then please be my guest, amore mio."

Before you could muster up a response, Hannibal raised his hand as a soft wave and then exited the room; Michael following suit. "Watch me, I could stay up here all day." You murmured under your breath stubbornly, releasing a sigh of defeat afterwards. "But...he's right. I would eventually starve. Besides, I can't live my life in this room indefinitely."

Changing from your pyjamas into some regular clothes, you brushed your hair and sprayed some deodorant underneath your arms; feeling a tad uneasy as you breathed in a bit. What would you say to them? What were they going to say to you? Would Freddy be there too? Because after your last encounter, you weren't too happy with him. Besides, you didn't want any more arguments to break out between the four of them - living with them would be hard enough. So - feeling nervous - you descended down the stairs and entered the dining room, seeing Norman place food down.

As soon as you entered the dining room however, his face brightened up before he flung his arms tightly around you; burying his head into your shoulder while he snuggled into your chest. "(Y-Y/n)!" Norman joyfully exclaimed, "I-It's so good to see you-!"

"Hey...Norman." You responded in an uncomfortable voice, wrapping your arms around his waist. "How's it, uh...going?"

"I-It's going great, n-now that you're here!" He exclaimed happily, tightening his hold on you and gazing up at you with absolute adoration. "Oh, I...I'm so happy that you're finally up!"

"I see..." You grasped his shoulders and slowly forced him back - feeling a tiny bit awkward whilst you wondered what to say. "Well um, yeah...this is my usual wake-up time."

"G-Got it-!" Norman clapped his hands together as his breathing became unstable. "I'll remember that-! I-I promise-!"

"So..." You trailed off uneasily, "What have you made for breakfast...? It's just, Hannibal said that you had—" You didn't have time to finish what you were saying; seeing as Michael's arms curled around your body and pulled you into a possessive hug from behind, resting his head atop yours affectionately.

Your eyes widened at his sudden actions - not expecting the stalker to be silently standing behind you. "L-Leave her alone, M-Michael-!" Norman sulkily snapped, "We w-were talking, and you interrupted us-! D-Don't be so...so rude-!" Michael merely tilted his head - not caring in the slightest - and so the dark-haired male clenched his fists, tears welling up in his eyes as his jealousy increased by the second.

"What seems to be going on here?" You whirled your head to the side and saw Hannibal standing there; another one of his calm expressions spread across his facial features as he stood and watched.

"M-Michael keeps dragging (Y/n) away from me every time he's not included in something-!" Norman bursted out emotionally, "T-That's what's going on h-here-!"

"Damn, baby-girl~" A familiar dream demon drawled deviously, appearing out of thin air as he eyed you with a wicked glint in his gaze. "Seems to me like you can cause a conflict any-fucking-where~"

"I'm not trying to cause any kind of conflict." You broke out of Michael's hold and took a step back from all of them - looking at the four males with a stern glance. "I came downstairs for breakfast. And that, is all."

"S-Still-!" Norman refused to let Michael's intimate embrace go; feeling nothing but resentment as he turned his attention towards Hannibal. "W-What Michael did, that's not fair-!"

"For once, I have to agree with the stuttering little sissy-boy over there. The white-faced freak shouldn't have all the fun." Freddy crossed his arms abruptly and then flashed a hateful look at the stalker; the stalker staring right back at him with dislike.

"Why don't the three of you compose yourselves and stop this behaviour, first of all." Hannibal ordered in a calm and collected voice, "It's not a very nice atmosphere to create and put our beloved (Y/n) through, now is it?"

"I-I guess not..." Norman mumbled, watching you sit down at the table.

"I'm going to eat now - so if anyone wants to join me and stop this pointless arguing, feel free." You coolly announced, picking up your fork and taking a bite out of the delicious breakfast Norman had made.

"I humbly accept." With that, Hannibal sat down on the opposite side of the table and shot you yet another one of his sweet smiles, looking pleased by what you'd said.

"I-I will too-!" Norman timidly declared; attempting to sound confident after he'd sat down right next to you. Michael however, didn't say anything - instead only stalking you from the corner of the room yet again.

"Oh give me a break." The burnt male rolled his green-shaded eyes and swiped at the wallpaper, now a little pissed-off. "I don't even need to eat. And as if I'd spend time with these fuckers, anyway. Catch you later, doll-face~" Then, after blowing you a flirty kiss, Freddy vanished; leaving you behind with the three killers.