Shutting the door behind him, you spun back around and turned the taps off swiftly; shaking your head while you tried desperately to rid yourself of those terrible thoughts. How could you be slowly fitting in here after those four did such a horrible and hurtful thing? Why did your heart spiral out of control when any of them so much as touched you? What was going on here? Deciding to date them all, agreeing to let Norman sleep with you tonight, and not using Hypnocil to appease a dream demon - this was all just so...so difficult to believe. Once you'd added the lavender-scented bubble bath, you got undressed and climbed into the bath, feeling a tad bit more relaxed.

Tomorrow was Friday, so you could finally attend one of your psychology classes and catch up on what you were supposed to be learning. But Laura, Amber and Cadence...you'd have to lie to them again. Though what would you tell them? It's not like you could just go; "Oh my bad, I've been missing classes because I've had to deal with five killers! One's a silent stalker, one's a child-minded male, one's a demonic dream demon, one's a clingy teenage boy, and one's an intimidating psychiatrist! Haha, crazy - am I right?" Nope, they wouldn't even believe you. Jeez, this didn't even feel real.

Stifling a yawn, you ignored the bubbling stress and slid deeper into the water; feeling soothed by the warm water and itty-bitty bubbles. Ah, people really were right when they said baths tend to comfort emotional burdens and mental problems. In fact—

"I wouldn't say they're that comforting." A familiar, raspy voice remarked casually; causing you to shriek in surprise and quickly cover your chest. "I mean all you do is just fucking lie there. How boring."

"Don't just pop into the bathroom like that, you utter jerk!" You yelled at the dream demon with as much anger as you could muster, feeling tremendously embarrassed by your exposed form.

"Why, whatever are you talking about?" Freddy innocently inquired, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms as his grin grew devious. "You're the one who fell asleep in the bathtub, doll. Not me. Which wasn't exactly the smartest choice, by the way."

"I-Wait-What?" You cursed at yourself internally; hating that it was your fault you fell asleep and ended up in his evil clutches.

"But I had no idea you wanted to see me so badly. How sweet~" The burnt male's grin twisted into a smug smirk as his eyes glinted wickedly, amused by how het-up you seemed to be.

"Wake me up. Now." You sternly demanded, hugging your arms closer to your cleavage whilst attempting to stay calm.

"So I heard you gave Myers quite the talking to earlier." Freddy didn't pay any attention to your demand whatsoever - the dream demon more interested in the chaos he'd unfortunately missed out on. "Finally grow tired of his bullshit, did you sweet-cheeks?"

"No, he just...did something that wasn't right." You summarised it up as maturely as you could - not wanting Freddy to get the wrong idea. "That's all. Nothing more, nothing less."

"All he did was grab that little sissy-boy by the neck. I for one don't see the big deal." Freddy carelessly shrugged after delving into your thoughts; obviously not finding a problem with that.

"Well of course you wouldn't." You spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes while you carried on concealing your cleavage as best as you possibly could.

"Oh for fucks sake, you're such a drama queen. It's not like he killed him." His words made you almost groan in aggravation - wanting to simply wake up and get out of the bath by this point.

"Look, Krueger." You raised your voice slightly and gritted your teeth, eyeing him with immense irritation. "All I want is to get out of the bath and into bed. Can't you just wake me up? Or are you not as powerful as you say you are?"

Your feisty question caused Freddy to let out a mischievous chuckle; the male opposite you marvelling at your sharp tongue as he secretly became a tiny bit impressed. "If you wanted to get out of the bathtub, you could just climb out. Actually, what's stopping you?"

"I meant in the real world!" You snapped tiredly, glaring at him as you tried to keep your composure. "Not here! And certainly not with you in the room. So...Wake. Me. Up."

"Fucking Christ." He replied with an uninterested attitude and a dark glare of his own. "Fine. But stop acting like a bitch, will you? It's getting on my nerves."

Before you could come up with a response, he disappeared and reappeared - gripping your bare shoulders from behind. "See you later tonight then, baby girl~" Freddy purred into your ear possessively, pressing his chapped lips against your neck as he abruptly woke you up.

"I'll stop acting like a bitch when you stop acting like an—" You coldly retaliated, realising a second later that you were alone in the bathroom once again and therefore talking to no one. Oh. "Angsty teen..."

"U-Um, (Y/n)-?" Norman's voice drifted through the doorway hesitantly, "Is everything okay in there-?"

"Oh, uh, yes! I'm fine, everything's fine!" You hurriedly reassured the timid teen, using the shower head to wash your hair and other body parts. "Just give me a few minutes."

"Okey~dokey~lokey." His happy tone calmed you down from Freddy's exasperating conversation - cooling you off completely. "See y-you in a b-bit-!" Norman's footsteps faded away and after a minute or two you'd finished washing yourself, climbing out of the tub a second later.

"Turns out I can't even have a bath without being bothered by one of my...roommates." You mumbled to yourself while drying your body off with a soft towel. "I'd say I can at least get some shut-eye now, but I'm not stupid."

Stifling a sigh, you pulled on your pyjamas and rubbed your hair somewhat dry with said towel, brushing it soon after. Though, as soon as you opened the door— "Michael?!" You exclaimed in shock, jumping a little due to not expecting the stalker to be waiting right outside of the door. "I thought you'd left."

What was he doing here? Oh no, was he angry with you!? Shit, what should you do? Should you actually apologise? But you stood up for Norman, didn't you? Then again, Hannibal said he got what he deserved. And after all, Michael did strangle Norman for almost no reason whatsoever. All because he might've spilled a silly secret. Yeah...Yeah! You shouldn't behave like a pushover when it wasn't your fault to begin with. You just had to act...assertive when it came to Michael, that's all. Fear suddenly flooded your veins when you noticed the kitchen knife he was toying with, one of his fingers touching the sharp point of it carelessly.

He raised his head and slowly shook it, tilting it to the side a little as he slid the weapon back into his boiler suit's pocket and stared at you intently. "Then why are you here?" You coolly asked - a relieved breath slipping through your lips once you saw that the knife was no longer in his hands. "I thought I told you around an hour ago that there was no excuse for hurting Norman the way you did."

Moving towards you, Michael wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into an obsessive hug; resting his head on top of yours while not answering you at all. "Look, giving me hugs and acting like this isn't going to change my mind, alright?" You told the stalker in a flustered tone, the loving embrace making you feel extremely bashful.

"I'ᗰ ᑎOT TᖇYIᑎG TO ᑕᕼᗩᑎGE YOᑌᖇ ᗰIᑎᗪ. I'ᗰ ᗪOIᑎG TᕼIᔕ ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "I'M NOT TRYING TO CHANGE YOUR MIND. I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.] Michael wrote on his notepad after you broke the hug, his response causing butterflies to flutter around your stomach. No, no, he...he had to be lying.

"How exactly am I meant to trust you...?" Your voice dripped with suspicion, "I mean, you almost strangled poor Norman in front of me! So if you'll excuse me, I'm now going to get some sleep. Or try to anyway..." You muttered the last part - suppressing the urge to roll your eyes and huff.

"ᑕᗩᑎ'T I ᗩT ᒪEᗩᔕT ᗯᗩTᑕᕼ OᐯEᖇ YOᑌ? I ᑕᗩᑎ EᐯEᑎ GET YOᑌ ᕼYᑭᑎOᑕIᒪ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ." [A/N: "CAN'T I AT LEAST WATCH OVER YOU? I CAN EVEN GET YOU HYPNOCIL FROM HANNIBAL."] His next note made you sigh, unsure of what to go for. You'd get decent sleep if you accepted this deal and avoided the dream demon.

Though on the other hand, you didn't want Freddy to lash out at your friends or mom. Hmm... "Fine. As long as you behave yourself and promise not to try anything, you can do what you want." You gave in sternly.

After that, Michael vanished like a ghost - presumably to honour your agreement - and so you brushed your teeth, feeling emotionally-exhausted by this point. Finally...Finally you could go to sleep now.