-Chapter 6: Malicious Male With Mood Swings-

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Clicking on Amber's name in your contact list, you began typing; ready for the anger. Because if Laura was pissed-off, then Amber would certainly be irritated with you not showing up/randomly vanishing. Hopefully she'd chill out once you explained/lie about the whole not sleeping well and life-threatening nightmares. You thought back to the meeting with Hannibal and relief filled your heart - happy that at least someone believed you. You weren't crazy. This Fred Krueger guy was real. The Hypnocil would prevent him from entering your dreams and trying to attack you once more. Everything was going to be alright. Thank goodness.

"Hey Amb," You texted, "I'm really sorry for not showing up to your birthday party, like really. My mom totally panicked about me not sleeping well, and she forced me to see a psychiatrist - can you believe it? But I promise to make it up to you - (Y/n) xxx "

Once you'd sent the text, you opened your bedroom door; only to freeze from complete shock. Hannibal didn't say anything about—

"Whatcha got there, doll-face?" A familiar voice asked mischievously, raising his knifed glove to point at the plastic bag.

It was the very person you were thinking/speaking to Hannibal about earlier. Fred Krueger. "Hypnocil." You automatically answered, your grip on the bag tightening. "It's to stop you from touching me ever again."

"D'aww, sweets, that's no fun." The burnt male complained in an amused voice; lounging across your bed and eyeing you slyly. "It's a shame Hannibal didn't expect me to have enough power to enter the real world so soon though, now isn't it?" Krueger smugly remarked.

A surprised squeak slipped through your lips when he disappeared and reappeared, holding your shoulders from behind as he leaned close to your ear. "What a cute little sound~" He muttered flirtatiously, "~Can you do it again?" His actions made you drop the plastic bag, taken aback by what he did.

"No!" You panicked, pushing him away and spinning round to face him. "Don't you come near me!" Your voice wobbled while you tried to warn the psychotic man to stay back.

"I think somebody's a little afraid~" Krueger wickedly cooed, "What happened to all that courage and lack of fear last night, doll? Or was that just an act?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." You snapped in response, clenching your fists and trying to calm your out-of-control heartbeat. "Why do you even want me, anyway?"

"Hmm...y'know, that's a great question, baby girl." Krueger was actually pondering this himself - his dark and devilish emerald eyes gleaming as he carried on speaking to you. "You wanna answer that for me?"

"W-Wait, what?" You held your arms together and stared at him in bewilderment. "How the hell should I know why you're after me, and me specifically?!" You questioned with a frantic tone of voice, now completely confused.

All of a sudden he appeared right in front of you - like seriously, you didn't even see him move. His movement was like a blur. The devious male grasped your chin with his left hand and tilted it in his general direction, caressing your skin with his thumb as he stared into your eyes curiously. "Believe me," He murmured intensely, "—I wish I fucking knew why." The burnt guy spoke in a slightly aggravated voice - a faint glare in his gaze.

"Yeah, you're not the only one who wants to know here." You retorted steely, looking back into his green eyes with fierce - and unforeseen - determination.

Your retort caused a smirk to spread across his facial features; this Fred Krueger fellow finding you to be particularly amusing once more. "Mm...well how about this~" He paused for a split second - presumably to create suspense. "~I won't kill you tonight...if you don't take the Hypnocil."

His condition caused you to laugh a little; finding his rule to be utterly ridiculous. "Are you for real?" You scoffed. "One, how am I supposed to trust you? And two, why would I not use the thing that would ultimately guarantee my survival?" You smartly pointed out - not wanting to fall for any tricks.

"Smart girl~" Krueger casually complimented, "—Smarter than I thought you'd be, anyway." His mouth brushed against yours while he said that, making your heart beat even faster.

"Should I be flattered or insulted by that?" Your voice was no more than a soft murmur - growing absolutely entranced by those acid-green coloured orbs and feeling your fear fade.

The male pretended to debate that, before grinning again. "Probably both, princess." He purred, his knifed hand running its bladed fingertips through your hair and acting like he was mesmerised by you too.

Then, he snapped out of it and shoved you back; giving a frustrated growl afterwards as he was evidently having difficulty controlling his emotions. "Fucking hell, what is it with you?" He hissed wildly, turning away.

"Am I meant to apologise or something...?" You spoke as your tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Look bitch, are you going to accept my condition with the Hypnocil or not?" Krueger faced you again - looking riled-up. "Because if not, I will just find another way to kill you, you understand me?"

You frowned slightly, thinking back to Hannibal's warning and wondering whether or not you should pay attention to it.

"I need to warn you about Fred Krueger, however."
"I thought the Hypnocil was going to protect me from him?" "Is there a way he can get through it or something...?"
"No, it will protect you from him, and he won't be able to get through the Hypnocil...but that's not what I meant." "I just mean be careful regardless. If he finds you that special, he'll try and find another way to hurt you."

"Ah, so he did warn you about me. How sweet~" Krueger spitefully sneered. "~I didn't think Hannibal would've warned you about me, to be perfectly honest. I'm surprised he did, to tell you the truth. Backstabbing son of a bitch." He swore under his breath.

"Y-You...You can..." You stammered, your eyes widening a second time whilst you struggled to comprehend everything he could do. "—You can read my thoughts too...?"

"Nooooo, really?" He mocked your disbelief, malice controlling his tone while he slashed at your wall with a seemingly stroppy attitude. "I've read everything you've thought about today. From feeling bored about planning a party with your friends, to feeling self-conscious about Hannibal Lecter, especially when interacting with him. Even when you felt irritated by your mother's incredibly interesting company." The male listed smugly - enjoying your look of extreme shock.

"This isn't giving your condition about the no-Hypnocil rule much leverage, y'know." You timidly whispered, trying to remain calm and collected. "The Hypnocil will just block you from doing these things."

"Not during the day it won't," Another smirk lined his face, "—besides, I could just kill you here and now. What's to stop me from doing that, hmm?" He innocently thought aloud - making you feel anxious.

"B-Because...Because you'll cause a scene." Your mind grasped at straws to stay alive as you desperately continued, "And people will catch onto the fact that I didn't die randomly."

"Huh...Then perhaps you should accept my condition with the Hypnocil." Krueger stalked towards you and gripped your wrist, acting like he really wanted you to accept it. 

"What, so you can mess with me?" You skeptically quizzed. "Maybe I'd rather take the Hypnocil, and just get killed by you later on."

"You are one stubborn bitch, you know that?" He roughly insulted, having trouble with holding back his temper - as well as his annoyance. "What will it take for you to give in and discard the Hypnocil?"

"Do something for me." You announced out of nowhere, causing Krueger to cock his head in confusion. "Now I won't ask for my survival - one because I still don't trust you, and two because that's obvious as hell." You pulled your arm away from his and lightly stretched.

"So? What the fuck are you asking for then?" He viciously demanded; waiting impatiently.

"You can read my mind, right?" You double-checked and make sure he could before asking for the thing that you wanted. You received a curt nod. "Can you tell me whether or not the thing I'm thinking of right now is real?" You asked him hopefully, concentrating on your thoughts and thinking back to earlier today.

"There...There was a guy..." "Over there..."
"He...He was covered in blood, guys." "And he was wearing a boiler suit. Not to mention a weird, pale mask. Like what the hell was he doing here? And he was staring too..."

Your gaze flashed up from the ground, a flicker of white catching your eye and causing curiosity to take over your mind. A mask. It was a white mask. Hold on...didn't Amber see someone wearing a white mask earlier? "Not to mention a weird, pale mask." You didn't catch a good look, but it looked like a dark-blue suit anyhow. Amber might not be crazy. What she saw might be real. Maybe it was a guy in bloodied attire.

"That's all you wanted? Really?" Krueger carelessly snorted. "Why do you even care?"

"I just have to know." You begged a little as you clasped your hands to your chest. "This is important. Not only to me - but Amber too."

The uncaring male rolled his eyes before answering. "Yeah. He's real."

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