"So what do you...what do you want to do...? O-Once we get there, I-I mean-!" Norman shyly stammered; giving your hand a soft squeeze as the four of you walked down the abandoned trail leading towards Camp Crystal Lake.

"Well, it is a pretty nice day." You commented casually, musing over his question whilst you decided to interact with the three of them. "I'll probably just do what I did last time. Which was take a stroll around the lake...talk to Jason...catch up...things like that, y'know?"

"Sounds like a pleasurable plan to me." Hannibal spoke in his usual pleasant tone, walking alongside you on your right side while Norman clung to your hand like a child on the left. And even though you were still pretty pissed-off at them, you couldn't help but enjoy their company to some degree at least.

Because whether you liked it or not, Norman was behaving extremely adorable, Hannibal was acting charming as per usual, and Michael...well, let's just say you'd always had a thing for the sweet but silent types. In fact— W-Wait just a second! You shook your head - surprising all three killers as you stopped to clear your head. You weren't about to forgive them so easily...were you? After all, Michael was the one who injured your mom so maliciously. And without a second thought too! So why were you acting so...so calm around them!? They were the reason she got hurt!

"(Y-Y/n)-? How come...How come you've stopped-?" Norman also stopped walking - staring at you with wide and innocent eyes instead. "E-Everything's okay, right...?"

"I take it that there's a reason you're no longer walking?" Hannibal delicately brought up the sensitive subject; awaiting your response as he and Michael stopped too.

"I...I'm sorry, I just..." Your voice died out, tears pricking at the edge of your eyes while you started to feel mixed emotions.

"You just...?" The psychiatrist smoothly repeated, noticing the tiny tears and sudden mood swing immediately after.

"I just don't understand how you can all act so...so carefree - especially after hurting my mom and me the way you three did." You wearily explained how you felt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you attempted to calm yourself down. They wouldn't care anyway. They wouldn't...They wouldn't understand.

"Angelo mio," Hannibal cradled both sides of your face with his hands and called you another intimate nickname in Italian, "You have to understand, we don't...think the same way other human beings do. People like us...well, let's just say we take extremely drastic measures to secure the things we truly desire."

"But...But... You all used emotional blackmail on—!" Before you could finish, his light lips pressed against yours with the utmost of care; the unexpected kiss stunning you into silence.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, your heartbeat quickened and your negative thoughts got pushed to the back of your brain; the surprising romance forcing you to remain shocked. Hannibal was...He was kissing you. Weren't you supposed to be mad at him and the others? What in God's name were you doing!? "So why do you grow so nervous when I touch you?" "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—!" Freddy's words echoed around your mind, his words beginning to make more and more sense while the sweet kiss continued.

He was...He was right. Why weren't you doing anything? What was happening here...? Your cheeks grew pink when Hannibal's fingers stopped cradling the sides of your face and instead ran through your (h/c) hair carefully; treating you like some sort of dainty, porcelain doll whilst Norman and Michael faded into the background. You had no idea what to say, what to do, or even what to think; too flustered to return to your senses. Should you...stop this...? Or let it continue...? As you debated this, the other two males shared a jealous and resentful glance; both of them ready to tear the two of you apart and attack Hannibal.

But it turns out that they didn't need to - considering they were far enough into Crystal Lake's territory to be considered trespassing and therefore run into Jason. A timid yelp of surprise slipped through your mouth as you became startled; a familiar set of arms curling around your waist while someone hauled you into a huge bear hug from behind. Who—? Oh, Jason! The person you'd purposely come to visit. He nuzzled into the top of your head and made a happy sound - obviously overjoyed that you'd returned to see him again.

"Um, hey there Jason..." You bashfully greeted, looking up at his hockey-masked face and placing the palms of your hands over his arms, "How have you been feeling today...?"

"M-uh...Mis...s-uh...ed-uh...y-uh...ou..." Jason replied lovingly, his eyes shining with adoration and affection, "K...Kn...ew-uh...y-uh...ou-uh...w-uh...ou...ld-uh..." [A/N: "Missed you..." "Knew you would..."]

"Knew I would...what...?" You repeated in complete confusion, not understanding where the child-minded man was coming from or what he meant by his response.

"Kn...ew-uh...y-uh...ou...w-uh...ou...ld-uh...c-uh...om-uh...e...b-uh...ack-uh...!" He joyfully exclaimed, Norman and Michael growing even more jealous. [A/N: "Knew you would come back!"]

"Nice to see you again, Jason." Hannibal spoke in a polite fashion, his familiar façade flickering into play. "I pray you've been well since the last time we've spoken?" Jason cocked his head to the side - which you found to be quite cute - and so you decided to make the question easier for him.

"Hannibal's just asking if you've been okay since the last time you and him have talked, that's all." You kindly explained, trying to make it easier for the kid-like killer.

"O...Oh-uh..." Jason dipped his head obediently and allowed you to break the warm hug - though he didn't seem too happy about it. "I...I'm-uh...oh...k-uh...ay-uh..." [A/N: "Oh..." "I'm okay..."]

"Well, that's good." You forced a fake smile, facing him with a timid attitude. "I'm happy to hear that. Oh, and Jason...?" The Crystal Lake killer tilted his head at the tone of your voice - waiting for the rest of your words while he grew curious at what you had to say.

"Do you want to take a walk around the lake with me...?" You hesitantly offered, shooting him another friendly smile as a way to cheer him up a little. "I think it would be much more fun if we walked together. Y'know, instead of just walking on my own...?"

"W-uh...oul...d-uh...l-uh...ov-uh...e...t-uh...o!" Jason answered without a second thought, picking you up by your hips this time and twirling you around happily. "L-uh...et-uh...s-uh...g-uh...oh...! L-uh...et-uh...s-uh...g-uh...oh...!" [A/N: "Would love to!" "Let's go! Let's go!"]

"Okay, okay." A weak laugh escaped your lips before you turned and faced the other three, not wanting them to become over-possessive or anything. "I'll be back in a bit, so just—"

You didn't even get the chance to finish - due to the fact that Michael had shoved Jason away from you completely; incredibly possessive over you and who had permission to barely touch your elegant form. This, of course, infuriated the hockey-masked killer - causing him to roar in rage. "D-uh...on'...t-uh...t-uh...ou...ch-uh...m-uh...e...!" He snarled, raising his weapon up. [A/N: "Don't touch me!"]

Michael's hand curled around your wrist and yanked you behind him, preparing for a fight to commence as he brought out his trustworthy kitchen knife. "Hang on a second! Michael, Jason, don't—!" You tried to cry out, but the two didn't listen - Jason starting the battle by lunging at the stalker and swinging his machete straight at his chest.

Michael smoothly dodged - releasing your wrist in the process - and slammed his knife into Jason's shoulder, making the Crystal Lake killer shout from fury. He speedily recovered and retaliated by slashing at the masked-male; ripping open his boiler suit and leaving one long tear across the chest part. "Just STOP!" You cried out, both slashers spinning round to face you. "I thought we were going to take a walk around the lake - not fight over me!"

The two of them shared a quick look and then Michael begrudgingly nodded, Jason lowering his head as a way to apologise. "Let's just get back to that walk around the lake now, m'kay?" You ran a hand through your hair before sighing, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Was this...Was this your future?

You didn't know.