-Chapter 66: The Sickening Truth-

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"Damn right."
"Freddy...? What are you doing h—"

"I came to warn you." The burnt slasher darkly remarked, watching the three of you walk up to the doorway as you eyed him with confusion. "About this little shit here."

"How crude." Hannibal released a sigh and rolled his eyes, raising his eyes while the dream demon became even more irritated.

"Warn me? Why?" You wondered suspiciously, ignoring Hannibal when he tried to place his hand on your shoulder and instead moving closer to Freddy. "What's going on here?"

"He's just trying to drive a wedge between us, (Y/n) dearest." The psychiatrist spoke with another shake of his head - looking relatively annoyed by this point. "Like he always does, remember?"

"Oh FUCK off." Freddy swore in frustration, swiping at the doorway with his knifed hand and scraping the metal blades down the wallpaper. "She's starting to see right through you, you bastard."

"Freddy's r-right-!" Norman nervously appeared next to him, clenching his fists while he glared at Hannibal. "Y-You do nothing b-but lie! Mother d-doesn't even t-trust you anymore-!"

"You can't actually be taking them seriously, mio bel petalo. I'm the only one who hasn't tried to kill you, after all." Hannibal breezily mentioned.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, your eyes flickering from Hannibal, to Freddy, and then finally Norman. "Michael, what do you think of all this?" You asked anxiously, curious as to what the silent stalker had to say.

A moment or two passed before Michael handed you a note - his handwritten message freaking you out. "KᖇᑌEGE' IGT. E' OTIG ᗷᑌT ITY Iᗩᖇ." [A/N: "KRUEGER'S RIGHT. HE'S NOTHING BUT A DIRTY LIAR."]

"See!? Even the stalker agrees with me - and that pale-faced freak hates me." Freddy viciously snapped, Norman coldly nodding in agreement while you hesitated.

"I mean...they're beginning to make more and more sense, Hannibal." You unhappily replied, holding the note with a worried expression. "From the psychopathic tendencies, all the way down to the lying about the others. You're manipulative, calculating, dishonest...you throw others under the bus like it's nothing—"

"They're not saints either, my dear." Hannibal chuckled deviously, curling his hand around your wrist and pulling you back a little bit - further to him. "Michael's murdered an insane amount of people, Krueger's slaughtered a ton of innocent children, Jason and Norman—"

"H-Hey-!" Norman wildly protested, stamping his foot and gritting his teeth. "I-I can't c-control w-what I do-!"

"Let her go, dick!" The demonic male hissed hatefully, grabbing your other hand and yanking you forcefully out of Hannibal's grasp. "She doesn't belong to you!"

"Well then, going by your logic that must mean she doesn't belong to you either." Hannibal cleverly pointed out, twirling his pocketknife between his fingers as you started to internally panic.

"Fucking smart-ass." Freddy growled, holding his sharp claws out as he wrapped his other hand around your waist possessively. "I bet you haven't even told her about your filthy cannibalistic ways yet, now have you?" His words caused you to freeze up - fear flooding your veins whilst chills ran down your spine. Cannibalistic...ways...?

"Hold on...Y-You mean—" You couldn't finish your sentence, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. No, there's...there's no way—

"Oh, you haven't told her." The dream demon sneered devilishly - amusement filling his features as he watched fear spread across your face. "How...cute."

"Leave it alone, Krueger." Hannibal coolly warned, his hold on the knife tightening while he wondered what to do. Your mind flashed back to a certain memory, and that made you stiffen up even more.

Relief flooded your veins when Hannibal finally brought in the lovely-looking cuisine and flashed you a pleasant smile. "I do hope you like what I've prepared for tonight's meal, mio fiorellino." He spoke with an incredibly polite attitude, placing down plates of food with the utmost of care. "Since I still haven't learnt your preferences along with what you disapprove of."

Glancing down, you saw that he'd made some sort of meat dish; the heavenly scent drifting upwards as you inhaled it faintly. "Oh please don't worry, I try my best not to be particularly picky. Besides, this looks absolutely delicious." You warmly replied - wanting to sound as grateful as humanly possible. Because you were grateful. "So thank you. Thank you very much."

You were so thankful in fact that you didn't see Norman throw an afraid look in both Michael and Hannibal's direction; clearly stressed out over something. "I'm delighted to hear that. And it's no trouble, no trouble at all, my dearest (Y/n)." Hannibal ignored Norman's alarmed face and carried on talking to you - not concerned in the slightest.

"I'm curious though, what exactly is this meal made of?" You curiously inquired, confused and a bit taken aback by Norman's reaction; his cutlery clattering onto the table as his eyes widened in panic. Uh, what the—?

"Oh this?" Hannibal glanced down for a second casually, "This is just Prime Rib served with Fresh Herb Sauce. It's typically cooked for special occasions, but I enjoy the culinary arts and tend to grow a little...overexcited."

"N-No, you're...you're joking, right?" You stammered in a horrifying manner, "Please, tell me he's joking."

"Oh, this should be good~" Freddy grinned evilly, giving your waist a soft squeeze before glancing at Hannibal smugly.

"My sweet, sweet (Y/n), you have to understand—"

"No...No..." You shakily whispered, thinking back to the dinner you had on Thursday night and breaking away from Freddy entirely. "You're telling me that the dinners you've prepared for me were...were...!?"

"I swear w-we were going t-to tell you...!" Norman told you desperately, "I-I s-swear-! W-We just didn't know h-how to—"

"That WASN'T Prime Rib!" You shrieked with a shocked cry, backing away from them all completely and feeling rising nausea.

"Why do you think I never join in their eating, doll-face? Because Hannibal's diet is fucking disgusting." Freddy insulted maliciously, your sickness slowly growing to be too much and your head becoming lightheaded.

"(Y/n)? Are you feeling alright?" Hannibal gently questioned - concern slipping through his sociopathic cracks as he took note of your expression. "I can see that you're not emotionally - but I meant physically."

"I...Well...I just..." You couldn't even form a proper sentence; due to the fact that not only were you covering your mouth, but you were now also feeling tremendously sick.

"I...Uh, I need to use the bathroom. So, um...if you'll excuse me..." Once you'd said that, you spun around and fled to the bathroom - vomit ripping up your throat as you threw up in the toilet.

Michael - half-worried and half-obsessed - shadowed your footsteps and stayed behind you, staring at you with complete and utter possession. "I...I'm disgusted." You mumbled miserably, humiliation taking control of your mood. "Does this mean he's going to devour me or something...!?"

The white-masked male shook his head and then wrote another message on his trusty notepad; obviously wanting to calm you down. "ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ OᑎᒪY KIᒪᒪᔕ TE ᖇᑌᗪE ᗩᑎᗪ TE Iᒪᒪ-ᗰᗩᑎᑎEE. E Oᑌᒪᗪ EE KIᒪᒪ OEOE IKE YO. TE GI, KᖇᑌEGE ᗯᗩᔕ ᗯᗩᖇᑎIG YO O EᗩᔕO - E ᗯᗩᔕ ᗯᗩᖇᑎIG YO O YO Oᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T TY I TE ᗪᗩᖇK." [A/N: "HANNIBAL ONLY KILLS THE RUDE AND THE ILL-MANNERED. HE WOULD NEVER KILL SOMEONE LIKE YOU. THEN AGAIN, KRUEGER WAS WARNING YOU FOR A REASON - HE WAS WARNING YOU SO YOU WOULDN'T STAY IN THE DARK."]

"Tell me he didn't..."

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