Once you'd finished eating, you glanced at the clock on the wall and saw the time; noticing that at this rate, you'd be late for your university class. Perhaps your psychology lesson could calm you down after what'd taken place last night and this morning. At any rate, it would give you an emotional outlet - something to soothe your stressed-out thoughts, so to speak. So you placed your knife and fork back down on the plate neatly, murmured a soft 'thank you' to everybody, and then stood up - heading towards the hallway. You would've made it too, except—

"Wait, (Y-Y/n), wait!" Norman sprung up from his seat and tightly gripped your arm with both hands, staring up at you with anxious eyes. "W-Where are...W-Where are you g-going...!?"

"Well I was just going to..." You trailed off uncertainly, surprise fluttering across your facial features as you tried to comprehend his uncalled-for clinginess. What was he—?

"Just going to what?" Hannibal smoothly interjected, walking over to where the two of you were standing.

"I was just going to get ready for my uni class." You responded with truthful intent - eyeing him with an innocent expression. "Y'know, because I'm running late...?"

"N-No! N-No, no, NO-!" Norman cried out wildly, tugging on your arm with desperation. "You...You can't leave-!"

"I-It's only for the afternoon—"

"H-Hannibal-! DO something-!!" Norman tearfully sobbed, turning his attention to the smartly-dressed male and trying his best to gain some sort of support. "PLEASE!"

"Norman," Hannibal decided to step-in and intervene; placing his hand on the younger boy's shoulder lightly as he forced Norman away from you a little bit. "Calm down. I agree with you on this one."

"Wait what!?" You flashed the dark-haired male a confused look - not understanding why Hannibal would agree with Norman. "What's so bad about me going to my uni class...?"

"You need to recover from last night, my dear." You could tell that Hannibal had purposely used that as an excuse; a faint glare working its way into your gaze whilst you tried to come up with some sort of retaliation.

"Y-Yeah-!" Norman immediately sided with Hannibal's argument, clasping your hand with the two of his instead. "Y-You need rest! A-And...And proper time to recover too...!"

"You're kidding me..." You sighed in despair, slowly pulling your hand away as you grew irritated. "...aren't you?"

"Your face is somewhat paler than usual, the bags under your eyes have worsened slightly, and you've just been through a traumatic experience." Hannibal pointed out in a professional manner, acting more like a psychiatrist than a regular person.

Before you could argue any further Michael joined in; gripping your opposite wrist and hauling you away from the hallway. Once he'd done that, he pinned both of your wrists against the dining room wall - preventing you from going anywhere. Because in his eyes, it was clear as day. You weren't. You on the other hand, didn't even try to escape - too stunned by his sudden actions and how he'd acted altogether. Why didn't any of them want you to leave? It's not like you were running away and breaking your promise right off the bat. That would be a death sentence for your mother - no doubt about it. Maybe even yourself!

"Michael, that's no way to treat a young woman. Especially (Y/n). Talk about disrespect." Hannibal scolded the stalker with a sigh, shaking his head at the silent killer's aggressive actions.

The pale-faced male merely tilted his head, staring at you intently whilst he studied your beautiful (e/c) eyes and lovely, (h/c) locks of hair. You were just so...pretty. "L-Let her go, Michael-!" Norman demanded darkly, twitching a couple of times. Uh-oh, this wasn't looking too good.

"Michael, I'd really appreciate it if you'd just listen to them and stop holding me like this..." You murmured under your breath worriedly - quickly noticing Norman's breakdown.

The masked killer relented to some degree; releasing your wrists and deciding to cradle your cheeks with the utmost of obsession instead. This caused a bright blush to heat up your face, despite you not wanting it to. This sort of possessive behaviour...it just made you feel so...so...You didn't get a chance to sort out your conflicted thoughts however, because Norman had flung himself at the stalker, swiped at him with a sharp pocketknife, and shrieked; snapping completely. Luckily, Michael had dodged in time - clutching his bloodstained kitchen knife shortly afterwards.

"S-Stop it-! S-Stop it-! S-Stop being so...so SELFISH-!" Norman shouted at the mute killer, eyeing him with undiluted hate as he faced Michael without any type of fear or fright. "(Y-Y/n)'s MINE! S-So just...just leave us ALONE, M-Michael-!"

"Woah, woah, woah." You stood in the middle of the two and held Norman's shoulders, trying to calm him down somehow. "Let's take a breather, okay? There's no need for this."

"B-But-!" Norman tried to argue with you in a high-pitched voice, "He's trying to...He's trying to get between us, (Y/n)-! H-He's JEALOUS of us-!"

"He really isn't." You spoke in a soothing tone; wanting to defuse the intense situation. "Both of you need to calm down."

"We should probably leave them to it," Hannibal calmly commented, wrapping an arm around your waist and standing quite close to your side. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not deal with their violent antics right now." After he'd replied, he flashed you a relatively sweet smile - obviously trying to keep you relaxed this morning.

"I'm sorry, but this," You paused for a moment and then broke away from the three of them; gesturing around to demonstrate how foolish they were all being. "This is ridiculous. You're all grownups for pete's sake!"

"Please don't fret, mio tesoro." Hannibal used one hand to cup your cheek, cradling the side of it with the utmost of care and watching the colour of it turn to pink. "It's natural for us to fight like this from time to time. Jason will also join in if Freddy and the others should ever enter Camp Crystal Lake with negative intent."

"But...But..." You hesitated for a split second, "Shouldn't we stop them...?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head." He soothingly replied, his thumb brushing over your skin and darkening your blush. "It'll all be over in a second. One of them will eventually grow bored and quit it."

"R-Right..." You mumbled awkwardly, stuttering slightly due to how intimate Hannibal was being all of a sudden. There was absolutely no need for the dark-haired male to stroke the side of your face like that—

"In any event, why don't we leave them to it and spend some time together?" He steered your attention away from the fighting Michael and Norman were commencing in; properly guiding you into the hallway this time. "After all, fighting is what they both decided to engage in, wasn't it?"

"I-I wish you'd just...just f-fucking DIE-!!" You heard Norman's voice scream at Michael furiously, his fierce scream forcing you to shudder and nod in agreement.

"Uh sure, maybe we could um..." You bit your lip, not knowing what to do in such a stressful situation. Then it hit you.

"I'm sorry Jason, but I have to go."
"W-uh...Wh...y-uh...?" "Wh...y-uh...s-uh...o...s-uh..oon-uh...? N-uh...ot-uh...f-uh...air-uh..." "My mother's in danger! I have to go help her!" "Wouldn't you do the same if it was your mother!?" "Thank you. I really appreciate this!" [A/N: "Why...?" Why so sad...? Not fair..."]

"Well if you and the others won't let me attend my daily psychology class today, then would you mind if I visited Camp Crystal Lake instead?" You asked with a calm attitude, hoping you could gain some solace from Jason. After all, he wasn't the one who blackmailed you into sharing a house with four others.

"I certainly don't mind, as long as you allow me to accompany you." Hannibal agreed willingly, deciding on a whim to let you go. Anyway, it's not like you could escape all four of them - five, if you counted Krueger.

"Fine," You sighed in defeat, "I guess you guys can tag along too." And that, is how you, Hannibal - and actually Michael and Norman too - ended up making your way to Camp Crystal Lake.

[A/N: I accidentally published this while editing it because I'm fucking retarded😂 Happy Friday everyone! Also, a HUGE shoutout to @itz_your_girl113 , for informing me that Norman doesn't stutter quite as much as I've been making him out to be❤️-Cam]