-Chapter 48: Returning Home-

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"Hey, Jason...?" You called his name awkwardly, shifting from foot-to-foot as he turned to face you; the child-minded killer tilting his head like a cute little kid while he waited for you to continue speaking.

"It's um...well, it's time for me to go now." You brought up the touchy subject timidly, knowing it would set him off to some degree.

And you were right; the slasher shaking his head and releasing a sound of fury. "N-uh...oh...! N-uh...oh...!" He stamped on the floor with clenched fists - his vicious temper flaring up and unsettling you a little bit. "Y-uh...ou...'r-uh...e...N-uh...Oh...T-uh...g-uh...oi...ng-uh...any-uh...w-uh...her-uh...e...!" [A/N: "No! No!" "You're NOT going anywhere!"]

"You heard the promise I made to Hannibal, Norman and Michael." You reminded Jason with a sigh, trying to make him recall the earlier events and see reason. "Remember? I told them I'd be back by early evening."

"N-uh...oh...t-uh...f-uh...air-uh...! N-uh...oh...t-uh...f-uh...air-uh...!" Tears welled up in the killer's eyes and you panicked - deliberating on what you should say. [A/N: "Not fair! Not fair!"]

"Don't worry, I've visit again real soon!" You assured him in alarm, wrapping your arms around his body and pulling him into a soft hug of your own. "Like real, real soon. So soon you won't even notice how long it was!"

"R-uh...R-uh...eal...ly-uh...?" Jason looked at you with a sad gaze, grasping your shoulders before hiding his face atop one of them. [A/N: "Really...?"]

"Mmhm! In fact," You paused for a split second to move away and hold his shoulders instead, reaching up to delicately kiss the male on the cheek. "That's a promise. It means that I'll be back before you know it."

Thankfully for you, that little peck on the side of his face caused Jason to brighten up considerably; the hockey-masked killer's eyes now glimmering with glee. "Th-uh...an-uh...k-uh...y-uh...ou...! Th-uh...an-uh...k-uh...y-uh...ou...!" He exclaimed excitedly, flinging his arms around you and cuddling you as close as he could. [A/N: "Thank you! Thank you!"]

"No problem." You rubbed the sides of his arms comfortingly; relieved that he'd now completely changed his mindset. "But I really do have to leave now, Jason."

"Oh...k-uh...ay-uh..." Jason responded in a slightly disappointed tone, letting go and releasing you from said hug. "I...l-uh...ov-uh...e...y-uh...ou...(Y/n)..." [A/N: "Okay..." "I love you (Y/n)."]

"I..." You hesitated for a moment, a faint shade of pink colouring your cheeks whilst you questioned on what to say back. Should you...? "...I love you too. I-I'll see you around...!"

"T-uh...T-uh...ak-uh...e...c-uh...ar-uh...e...oh...f-uh...y-uh...ou...r-uh...s-uh...el...f-uh..." Jason told you protectively, both of you exiting the cabin before he engulfed you in one last embrace. [A/N: "Take care of yourself."]

"You take care of yourself too." You patted his back and then broke away, flashing him an honest and warm smile as you began to walk away from the camp.

After waving, you left Camp Crystal Lake entirely and started making your way back to your supposed home, exhaustion washing through your body while you stifled a tiny yawn. Despite Jason's random and bizarre mood swings, you'd actually rather enjoyed yourself at Camp Crystal Lake; happy that the time you spent with him was relatively normal. Sure, he thought like a child from time-to-time, but that didn't bother you. Not really. You were just grateful you hadn't gotten caught up in the hit-and-miss reverse-harem drama so far. At least...not yet. In an hour though—

A surprised squeak slipped through your lips when two arms wrapped around your waist and forced you into a hug from behind; their quiet but heavy breathing sounding very familiar to you. "Michael!" You huffed, placing a hand on your heart and trying your best to remain calm. "Don't scare me like that!"

Of course, you didn't receive any sort of reply, so you rolled your eyes and sighed softly - your cheeks still flushed for some strange reason. "I thought you'd be back at home. Have you been waiting all this time? Just for...me?" You questioned with confusion - turning around and looking at him curiously.

Michael merely nodded, whipping out his trusty notepad from his pocket so he could communicate in a better way. "(Y/). I IᔕᔕE YO." [A/N: "(Y/N). I MISSED YOU."]

"Yeah, I...I missed you too." You avoided his obsessive stare and attempted to pacify your unstable heartbeat instead, the scare and the sudden hug definitely being the source of it. Right...? It...It had to be. "Anyway, I think we head home now, don't you thi—"

Before you could finish your sentence, the stalker shoved the notepad back into his boiler suit's pocket and cradled one side of your face with his hand; pulling part of his mask up with the other. What was he—? You didn't even have time to think rationally, Michael firmly pressing his mouth against yours without a second thought - his mind clearly being controlled and lust by love and lust. Was this because he watched you kiss Jason on the cheek? Or was this simply because he missed you and yearned for your company that much? You couldn't come to a conclusion.

"What was that for...?" You weakly wondered, your lips brushing against his while you spoke with a flushed face. "I was only gone for the afternoon. So you didn't need to wait - you could've just stayed at the house."

"ᗰᗩYE O. ᗷᑌT I OE YO. O ᗰᑌᑕᕼ O TᕼᗩT I Iᒪᒪ EE EᗩᐯE YOᑌᖇ IE. EE I YO EE TO EET E." [A/N: "MAYBE SO. BUT I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH SO THAT I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE. EVEN IF YOU WERE TO REJECT ME."] Once again, the notepad was back in his hands after you two had moved apart slightly - the possessive words written on it causing several chills to slither down your spine.

"I see..." In fact, his words were forcing you to feel rather uneasy, so you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and bit your lip a little. "Like I was going to say before, I think I'm going to head home now."

Michael nodded and remained as close to your side as possible; the two of you walking down the trail that lead away from Crystal Lake and staying silent the entire time. It wasn't because you were moody or anything like that, it was merely because you had no idea what to say. Should you ask what he was doing whilst he was alone? Or perhaps bring up what you'd done during the afternoon. "Michael? What did you do that for?" "Honestly Michael." "Jealousy isn't attractive, you know." Hannibal's words echoed around your thoughts - you deciding that you wouldn't talk about said subject after all.

Half an hour passed before you approached the house, you giving a polite knock on the door and waiting for somebody to answer. "Ah, (Y/n)." Hannibal opened the door and greeted you pleasantly, a genuine smile spreading across his face this time around. "Welcome home, my darling."

"Oh, thank you." You gently smiled back, entering the house as you felt unexpectedly calm and collected. "How are you doing?"

"I'm perfectly fine, dearest. How about yourself?" He replied in a respectful tone, holding the sides of your waist with both hands and leaning his head lightly against yours. "Is everything alright with you?"

"I'm alright..." You tried to hide your embarrassment - the tender embrace increasing it by the second and therefore making it immensely more difficult. "Really."

"That's excellent, I'm so glad to hear that." The psychiatrist's warm smile widened, your heartbeat accelerating and flying out of control because of the current intimacy. "Now why don't we get you something to eat? After all, you skipped lunch, did you not? And it's not very healthy to skip meals, mi amore."

"I guess you have a point there." You shyly nodded, your heart calming down once he'd pulled away and held your hand instead. "Food sounds good right about now."

"Exactly. So if you'd just head into the dining room, I'd be more than happy to prepare you some—"

"Oh you don't have to do that, I really don't mind making it myself." You spoke in a bashful tone of voice, "After all, you've...you've all done so much for me already."

"(Y/n)-!" Another familiar voice called your name eagerly, the both of you whirling around and seeing Norman standing in the middle of the hallway - his expression one of delight. "Y-You're back-! Y-You're really back-!"

"Yeah..." You replied hesitantly, managing not to jump as the dark-haired teen rushed towards you and engulfed you in a massive hug - Norman having obviously missed you. "I said I would be, didn't I? So...here I am."

Unbeknownst to you, Michael was seething with jealousy, wanting nothing more than to rip you away from Norman and start another fight. But Hannibal placed a hand on his chest and silently shook his head, mouthing something to him with an emotionless expression. The stalker didn't respond, instead just slipping his kitchen knife back into his pocket and taking a step back to soothe his frustration. Norman didn't even notice, happily chatting to you and pulling you into the dining room without giving you time to argue, too overjoyed to think twice about it.

"You did! You did!" Norman clapped his hands together - similar to how Jason had acted earlier - and his behaviour made you smile; finding the timid teen to be cute.

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