A favourite...? There was...There was no way...
...was there...?

You tried your best to think back to your previous memories of each slasher, but that just made it more difficult - your thoughts clashing with one another and causing your heart to grow conflicted. Freddy... Hannibal... Michael... Jason... Norman... Every single one of them had messed with your emotions and forced you to feel somewhat safe around them. They were all so...so different from the usual serial killer...from each other. Just hanging around them intrigued you somehow. Even your earlier encounters with each slasher had  contrasted with one another. Everything was just so...just so—

"You didn't say it, I said it. And it's true."
"It is NOT."
"~Then how come your heart flies out of control whenever I touch you, hmm?"
"Because you act like an oppressive jerk, and it's a nervous reaction!"
"Oh really~?"
"Really."
"Well how about I do this~?"

"—I wish you'd just accept it already~" "After all, unlike Krueger, I would never cheat on you - and unlike the others, I have never attempted to end your life. So I'd appreciate it very much so if you would just consider it - an actual relationship with me and only me."
"Hannibal..."

"No more...unnecessary fighting or anything."
"GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."] He wrote with overwhelming obsession; wrapping his arms around your body and burying his pale face in the crook of your neck soon after.
"M-Michael..."

"M-uh...om...my...t-uh...ol...d-uh...m-uh...e...it-uh...w-uh...as-uh...ok-uh...ay-uh..." "I...l-uh...ov-uh...e...h-uh...er-uh..." [A/N: "Mommy told me it was okay..." "I love her..."]
"W-Wait what-!?"

"I-It's just so...just so nice." "S-So pretty. I...I r-really, r-really like it."
"Norman...?" "Are you feeling alright...?"
"I-I really like y-you as well-!" "I-I love you so, so much, (Y-Y/n). I...I do, I-I do, I really really do-!"

Staring down at the dirty ground, you held your head between your hands and gripped your hair; internally stressing out while you wondered how to handle this. "(Y/n)?" Hannibal's gentle voice cut through your thoughts and made you look up, also making you realise that your eyes were filled with tears. "Please don't let Krueger's childish words get to you."

"It...It's not true..." You whispered weakly, catching the attention of every killer that surrounded you. "I...I don't have a favourite. Because...Because..."

"Because~?" Freddy evilly echoed, blowing you a kiss before wiggling his gloved hand in your direction - like some sort of wave.

"Stop it, Krueger." Hannibal reprimanded him sternly, shooting him a disapproving look. "It's unfair to push her this far."

"Y-Yeah-! S-Stop it-!" Norman feebly joined in, still clutching his arm and now glaring. "I-It's...It's not nice...!"

"Bul...ly-uh...! Bul...ly-uh...!" Jason snapped at the burnt male resentfully, holding his machete firmer and struggling to contain his childlike temper. [A/N: "Bully...! Bully...!"]

Michael - not having any of it - strode across the group of slashers and shoved his kitchen knife straight through Freddy's heart; the dream demon letting out a vicious growl. "You son of a BITCH...!" He coldly cursed - deciding to reappear someplace else in said circle. "I can still regenerate in the real world, you...you stalkerish freak."

"Freddy, are you—!?"

"Relax, sweets, I'm fine." The dream demon brushed your gasp to the side dismissively; his real-life injuries slowly but surely healing whilst he eyed Michael with a huge amount of hatred.

"W-uh...ish-uh...y-uh...ou...w-uh...ere...n't-uh..." Jason snarled at the cruel killer straight after, the three of them getting ready to start another fight. [A/N: "Wish...you...weren't..."]

"I-I wish you weren't either-!" Norman sided with the hockey-masked slasher too, stamping his foot and staring at Freddy with nothing but animosity.

"What's with kids today, huh?" Freddy mocked Norman once his wounds had almost fixed themselves, "No respect."

"H-Hey, I am NOT a—!" Before Norman could retaliate, Jason threw one of his pocketknives at Freddy with unbelievable speed - though a sound of frustration slipped from behind his mask once the demon swiftly dodged said weapon.

"W-We wouldn't even be IN this mess i-if...if Jason hadn't somehow coerced (Y/n) into visiting him again-!" Norman crazily yelled, his accusation throwing you off and making your eyes widen.

"H...How-uh...is...th-uh...is...my-uh...f-uh...aul...t-uh...!?" Jason shouted back defensively, swinging his machete at Norman next. [A/N: "How...is...this...my...fault...!?"]

"No, Norman, no! He...He didn't coerce me! I...I swear!" You tried to calm the dark-haired boy down - and to your surprise, it worked to some degree, Norman actually turning around to listen to you properly.

"B-But...But if he didn't coerce you, then...then why did you want to come here...?" Norman asked in confusion, frowning a little bit due to his bewilderment and lack of understanding.

"I wanted to come here because..." You timidly trailed off, taking a deep breath in before moving backwards ever-so-slightly. "-because I love him."

"W-Wait, what-!?" Norman burst into more sobs, Michael's grip on his knife tightened, Freddy looked infuriated, and Hannibal's smile started to become rather strained.

Jason, on the other hand, looked tremendously overjoyed - racing over to you and pulling you into a very sweet bear-hug. "D-uh...o...y-uh...ou...r-uh...eal...ly-uh...m-uh...ea...n-uh...it-uh...!?" He joyfully exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your body and resting his head atop yours. [A/N: "Do...you...really...mean...it...!?"]

"Of course she doesn't!" Freddy hissed as soon as Jason asked - his jealousy reaching its breaking point as he grew seriously unstable. No, seriously—

"—I thought we'd been through this before, princess~" Freddy spoke in a dangerously low tone of voice, his unhinged smile and possessive attitude causing you to feel a tad unnerved. "You're MINE. Remember...?"

"No, wait, you guys aren't understanding—!"

"(Y...Y/n), I...I-I thought you loved ME...!" Norman wailed in despair, struggling to break apart the hold that Jason had on you. "Y...You're not cheating on me...a-are you-?"

"I would never—!"

"Everyone, you're taking things way too far. I'd appreciate it if you'd all calm down." Hannibal rose his voice and instead walked to your side, softly being able to remove you from Jason's tight grasp via your waist. "Now (Y/n), are you quite alright? That was a rather rough hug Jason randomly gave you."

You opened your mouth to reply but Michael suddenly stepped in; the stalker's arm curling around your waist next before yanking you to his side protectively. Then, he angled his kitchen knife straight at Hannibal's throat - signalling the psychiatrist not to even attempt to move towards your beautiful form. Though, all this extra chaos and conflict just made what you were trying to say more difficult. In fact, you wondered if you could even had the courage to admit it. Could you tell them all how you really felt? Could you tell them why you didn't have a favourite? And another thing, how would they take it? Good...? Bad...?

"Let my girl go, or so help me, I will make sure that you never EVER find your sister, you fucking FREAK." Freddy violently threatened, dislike dripping from his tone as he held his metal claws out maliciously.

"STOP!" You shouted out, breaking free from Michael's hold and forcing yourself to say what you were planning on saying. "NOBODY is my favourite! I...I don't HAVE one! How can I when...when..."

"When...?" Hannibal delicately reiterated, using one hand to push Michael's knife down from his neck and face you directly.

Your heart pounded while you shook a little, blush colouring your cheeks as you partly chickened out. No...No, you had to do this. "How can I have a favourite, when I...I love you all...?" You confessed wearily, holding either side of your arms and trying not to cry.

"Really, I do. I really, really do." And with that, you dropped to the ground, your voice growing louder until you were shouting from stress yourself. "Do you hear me!? I...I LOVE YOU ALL!!" Once you'd revealed your true feelings to them, you realised that you were in love with not only one serial killer.

...But five.

—The End—