"Tell me he didn't..." Again, you couldn't finish, but Michael picked up on what you wanted to ask almost immediately.

"ᑎO. ᕼE'ᔕ TOO ᔕᗰᗩᖇT TO ᗪO ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT. ᕼE KᑎOᗯᔕ ᕼOᗯ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ TᕼᗩT ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼᑌᖇT YOᑌ OᑎᑕE YOᑌ ᖴOᑌᑎᗪ OᑌT." [A/N: "NO. HE'S TOO SMART TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HE KNOWS HOW MUCH THAT WOULD HURT YOU ONCE YOU FOUND OUT."]

Thank goodness. Breathing out, you hurriedly washed your face and nuzzled into Michael's chest a minute later - Michael, of course, cherishing your show of affection and tightly wrapping his arms around you. Infatuated by your very being, he rested his head atop yours and enjoyed your embrace; satisfied when he noticed that the other three had appeared in the bathroom's doorway. How...sweet. What amused Michael even more was that Norman looked jealous, Freddy gaze flowed with frustration, and Hannibal's expression was filled with slight irritation. His arrogant attitude grew when he locked eyes with the dream demon - both hating the other still.

"(Y-Y/n)...? Are you...Are you okay...?" Norman stuttered nervously, clasping both hands to his chest while he awaited your answer and watched you from the doorway.

"Of course she isn't, numb-nuts. I mean for fucks sake, eating people isn't on many people's lists nowadays." Freddy shot back sharply, annoyed by how close you were to Michael as you slowly recovered.

"Both of you quieten down. After all, we wouldn't even be in this mess if Krueger hadn't spilled an incredibly important secret - one that needed to be explained in a delicate fashion." Hannibal's appearance made your nausea rise again slightly - your fear stemming from the cannibalistic psychiatrist whilst you clung to the silent stalker.

"So, you're...you're a..." You stared at them anxiously - not wanting to agitate your housemates in any way, shape, or form. "You're a...cannibal...?"

"Such a tasteless way of phrasing it. I prefer the term "ethical butcher", my darling (Y/n)." Hannibal angelically informed you, trying to keep the situation serene whilst also wanting to win back your affection.

"Ethical butcher...? Really?" Your voice dripped with sarcasm as Freddy released a mocking laugh; definitely finding your tone and change of mood to be somewhat funny.

"My apologies, (Y/n). I know now that I most likely should've told you before Krueger had the chance to." The polite psychiatrist softly apologised, taking a few steps towards you and kissing the top of your hand. "Please forgive me."

"Forgive you?" You coldly replied - half-laughing a second later and moving away from Michael altogether. Instead, you faced towards Hannibal and the others with false courage, narrowing your eyes. "You...want me...to forgive you?"

"Uh-oh, I think you broke her~" The dream demon murmured into his ear mischievously, appearing right next to him while you internally snapped.

"Well let's see," You clenched your fists and took a deep breath - eyeing Hannibal and the others with an extremely serious expression. "You lied to me. You blackmailed me. You injured my mother. You manipulated me. You kept me in the dark half the time. Finally, you fed me human meat - which quite frankly, made me sick. And you...want me...to forgive you...? No. No, I can't."

"(Y/n), mi amore, I understand - you're scared, you're stressed-out, you're upset. But please—"

"I...I'm going to bed. Right now!" You suddenly bursted out, pushing past everyone as you headed towards your bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you - locking it.

"B-But (Y/n)..." Norman trailed off tearfully, leaning against the other side and trying to get in. "W-We usually sleep together-!"

Softly crying, you sat against the bedroom door and hugged your knees; now feeling tremendously scared yourself. "Well, I just need some time alone after what I've been through, alright?" You stressfully ordered.

"We understand." Hannibal's charming tone floated through the door, his gentle attitude plainly trying to play on your feelings. "Don't we, everyone?"

"B-But—!"

"Come along now, Norman." The dark-haired male grasped the younger boy's wrist and forcefully steered him away from the door; Hannibal pausing to say something to you.

"Buonanotte, amore mio. Sei il mio tutto." He spoke sweetly, his footsteps fading away from said door a few seconds later.

"Yeah, sure I am." You heartbrokenly muttered, resting your head atop your knees while you released a depressed sigh. "Why wouldn't I be your everything? It's not like you lied to me repeatedly, or kept me in the dark, or blackmailed both me and my mother."

"Screw this. I'm going to sleep." You changed clothes and slipped into some comfier pyjamas; so upset by this point that you just went straight to sleep and passed out.

"Surprising~" The dream demon hummed deviously, materialising into the dreamworld almost at once. "I for one thought that you'd be back to taking the Hypnocil again. What, did you forget or something?"

"I...I just..." You didn't know what to say, your legs giving out from beneath you as you semi-passed out - no words coming to mind. After all, what was there to say? His words from last week were right. He was right.

"This ISN'T over, you disgusting cannibal."
"Cannibal...?"
"Must he always behave in such a manner? How crude."

Luckily, the dream demon caught you before you hit the ground; his movement speed faster than usual whilst he grew even more amused. "So cute~" He purred possessively, "But y'know, you don't have to fall for me, baby girl~"

"That was terrible..." You weakly commented, gripping his sweater as you tiredly hid your face in it.

"I'm impressed though. Didn't think you'd actually have the courage to go up against that bitch." Freddy wickedly chuckled; running his gloved hand through your hair and personally enjoying your exhausted state.

"Is that a fact?" You sarcastically retorted, snapping out of it and deciding to push him away by his shoulders.

Though unfortunately his reaction was quicker than yours - the dream demon stopping you via your wrists and smirking darkly. "Oh, I don't think so~" He murmured in a sickly-sweet tone; his condescending manner starting to get on your nerves as you tugged your hands back.

"Screw this, I'm choosing my own path." After that, you unexpectedly stomped on his foot and broke free of his grasp, slapping him just like you did on Tuesday evening. "That's what I'm doing."

"You really shouldn't have done that~" Freddy evilly remarked, raising his gloved arm and darkening his sinister grin. "And what exactly do you think you're doing, young lady~?"

"I'm choosing NOT to be stupid this time around." You fiercely shot back, envisioning a knife and gripping it tightly.

That, however, only made the Springwood Slasher laugh; the burnt male finding your antics somewhat amusing. "What, do you plan to fight me now?" He dryly questioned, gazing at you with an insanely hungry glint in his eye. "Do you even know how to use that knife, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, actually. I do. Watch me." You answered arrogantly; cutting into the side of your arm and causing scarlet drops of blood to drip down your skin. Because your plan wasn't to fight him. No, your plan now was to wake up, stop your arm's bleeding and then head towards Camp Crystal Lake - to go visit Jason.

But— "Michael!?" You accidentally bumped into the pale-faced stalker after opening your bedroom door; not expecting the silent killer to just be...standing there. "What are you still doing up!? It's the middle of the night!"

"I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᗩᔕK YOᑌ TᕼE ᔕᗩᗰE TᕼIᑎG. ᗯEᖇEᑎ'T YOᑌ ᔕᑌᑭᑭOᔕEᗪ TO ᗷE ᔕᒪEEᑭIᑎG?" Michael wrote in response, passing you the note and impatiently awaiting your reply. [A/N: "I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING. WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING?"]

"Well, you see—"

He handed you a second note before you could even answer the first one, this one being filled with questions. "ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎEᗪ TO YOᑌᖇ ᗩᖇᗰ? KᖇᑌEGEᖇ ᗪIᗪ TᕼᗩT TO YOᑌ, ᗪIᗪᑎ'T ᕼE?" [A/N: "AND WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM? KRUEGER DID THAT TO YOU, DIDN'T HE?"]

"No, actually. I did this to myself. It's...Well, it's a long story."