Making it to the library safely, you headed towards the front desk and reached into your bag; pulling out the two books you wanted to return. "I'd like to return these, please." You spoke in a pleasant tone, placing them onto the desk while you waited for her response.

"Of course. Can I ask your name?" She asked, turning to face you as she took ahold of the two books with both hands.

"(Y/n)...(Y/n) (L/n). And my mother's name is (M/n) (L/n)." You politely responded, flashing her a warm smile and continuing to wait.

The librarian shot you a kind smile in return as she typed on the computer - presumably to find the correct return. "Ah, here you are." She said in an good-natured voice, giving you a friendly wave once she'd sorted it all out. "You have a nice day now."

"You too!" You replied and turned around, stopping in your tracks as you almost bumped into a certain someone a second time. "Hannibal...? What are you doing here?"

"My, my, it seems we're beginning to make a habit of bumping into each other." Hannibal smiled lightly, "-And this is a library, (Y/n)."

"Yes it is, I'm sorry." You quickly apologised - not wanting to seem rude. "I just wasn't expecting to see you again, that's all." Biting your lip, you looked down and felt ashamed.

"You're not the only one." He chuckled in amusement, tilting your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "What an unexpected - and pleasant - surprise." His previous and oddly intimate actions made you blush, not knowing how to act in such a situation.

"I-It's good to see you again." You stammered slightly, trying to seem civil. "How are you doing today? Everything okay?"

"It's excellent to see you again as well, (Y/n) dear." Hannibal respectfully answered, "I'm doing fine today, and yes, everything is alright. Now, is there anything I can do for you?" He inquired. 

You thought for a second or two, wondering if there was anything he could help you with. "Um...would you happen to know anything about someone named Myers? I'm afraid I don't know whether or not that's his first name, but that's all I have to really go on..." You held the sides of your arms together and looked into his sienna-shaded eyes shyly, hoping he would know something; anything.

The edges of Hannibal's mouth pulled up into a small smile, but his eyes appeared to be quite serious. "It seems like you have a tendency to come across dangerous individuals, don't you (Y/n)?" He remarked with subtle mirth, before clearing his throat and carrying on. "I'm assuming you mean Michael Myers."

"Does he wear a pale mask and a boiler suit? Because that's the man I mean, and the man my friend Amber and I saw." You said eagerly, ignoring Freddy's demands about never thinking about Myers again. You had to know who he was. This was crucial.

"You have a very keen eye, considering he's a stalker who's tremendously difficult to keep track of." The dark-haired man paused for a moment and then continued, "But yes, that is Michael's usual attire." His expression turned from blasé to stern, taking you by the hand as he lead you away from the front desk.

" 'Usual attire' You're speaking as if you know him personally." You curiously quoted, "And how come we're heading away from the main desk...?" You were extremely confused, thinking back to what Freddy had said before.

"Bitch, I meant what I said." "You think Hannibal's this super-nice, perfect psychiatrist, but he's not. You think he helps everyone and fixes their problems, but you're wrong. You think he's so sweet - so sinless - but he's one of the most dangerous killers I've ever seen." "You're unbelievably naïve. Hannibal's got you wrapped around his little finger."

"Because I don't want that woman to overhear what I'm about to tell you." Hannibal quietly told you, "And you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else, otherwise you'll put them in grave danger. Will you do that for me, (Y/n)?"

"O-Of course." You agreed at once, "I won't tell a living soul, I swear. Not even—" You stopped yourself, uncertain about whether or not to mention this to Freddy. He seemed to despise the white-masked male for whatever reason.

"I presume you were going to say 'Not even Krueger.' But that doesn't matter - considering he can delve into other people's minds and toy with their thoughts." Hannibal stopped leading you by the hand; both of you in an empty part of the library and surrounded by shelves of books.

He placed his hands on your shoulders before speaking again. "—But we need to get back to the topic at hand. Michael Myers. He's not just dangerous; he's cunning, crafty, smart...and when he's after someone, he shadows their footsteps and stalks them until he's slaughtered them." He darkly explained.

"He...He slaughters people...?" Fear flooded your voice while you tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult. If he shadows people - and they end up dead - then did that mean he was coming after you and Amber...?

"Yes, so it's best that you stay away from Myers should you encounter the pale-masked stalker, for your own safety." Hannibal warned you gravely, releasing your shoulders and shooting you a steely stare.

"But...just say for example, if I've already seen him - and my friend Amber saw him too - does that mean he's coming after us both...?" You weakly asked, hugging your arms a second time and trying not to freak out.

He hesitated for a split second - as if wondering what to say - and then shook his head, smiling again. But...his smile seemed false. "As long as you take precautions, I'm sure you won't run into him."

"Is there anything else I should know?" You wondered, feeling bewildered whilst you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes, actually." Hannibal took one step closer to you and clasped one hand on your shoulder, eyeing the side of your neck and noticing the trail of love bites. "You should know that messing with a dream demon and ignoring the Hypnocil pills won't end well." He coolly advised.

"I...I never said I was—"

"You may not be messing with him, but it looks like he's been messing with you." The dark-haired male said seriously, shaking his head a second time and trying to sway you. "I think it would be in your best interests to stop interacting with him."

"He doesn't seem that dangerous though...not when it comes to me, anyway." You mused in a mellow mindset, acting kindhearted as innocence clouded your thoughts.

Hannibal - seeing this - sent you a sweet smile, sensing how benevolent your attitude was. "Yes, he does seem to have some sort of soft spot when it comes to spending time with you...but I don't think that's a particularly good thing." He thought aloud, letting go of your shoulder and thinking about said soft spot.

"So...what, you don't think I should spend time with him?" You looked at him with a confused gaze and cocked your head to the side a little. "I mean, I promised him that I wouldn't actually use the Hypnocil pills - and in return he promised me that he wouldn't try and attack me. It doesn't really seem like a bad trade—"

"—Do you really want to spend time with someone who is only letting you survive so they can give you love bites?" He cut you off in concern, holding your hands in his and giving you what seemed to be a sympathetic glance.

This time you hesitated, now unsure of what to do. "Trust me, (Y/n) dear, I'd rather keep you safe and get you some well-earned rest - rather than watch you be toyed around with by a constantly aroused dream demon." The psychiatrist added to his argument as he squeezed your hands a little.

"Maybe I should be taking the Hypnocil...just so I can catch up on sleep..." You mulled the idea over thoughtfully; your eyes widening when Hannibal let go of one hand to cradle the side of your face and caress your right cheek.

"Believe me, the things Krueger will have told you won't be true." He murmured calmly, staring into your (e/c) orbs with intensity and wanting to change your mind. "I bet he's told you all sorts of things about me - to lure you closer to him and away from me."

"I...um..." You looked at the floor instead of at Hannibal, feeling awkward at your reply. "He said that Michael Myers was almost worse than...well you, and that my opinion of you was wrong. Then he said you were one of the most dangerous killers he's ever seen."

"Ah, I see. Did he say anything else to you?" Hannibal questioned nonchalantly.

You swallowed and felt your humiliation rise, tiny tears of embarrassment pricking at the edges of your eyes. "Then he told me I was unbelievably naïve." You mumbled, not being able to look at the psychiatrist properly.

Your cheeks turned pink once he cradled your face with both hands, his expression now one of compassion. "Oh (Y/n), you are a lot of things, but you are not naïve. At least, not in my opinion." He gently spoke - the kindness hitting you hard.

"Really...?"
"Really."