Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 9: Freddy Vs Norman]

"C'mon now, you know he's sensitive." You defended Norman with a worried expression, knowing that Freddy would definitely set the younger boy off.

"Besides, you want to have a little fun, don't you princess~?" The Springwood Slasher hummed seductively, pressing his lips against yours and kissing you like he was intoxicated by your very presence.

A shade of scarlet shot across your face like fire, your heartbeat going completely crazy whilst your thoughts spiralled wildly out-of-control. Still though, his flirtatious behaviour and seductive actions messed violently with your emotions, causing you to brush aside reality and instead kiss back almost immediately. So much so in fact that you placed both of your hands atop his shoulders and gave them a shy squeeze; feeling slightly turned on yourself as you enjoyed the passionate moment and forgot about sleeping or your previous worries. Actually, if this counted as compensation in Freddy's eyes - you wouldn't mind in the slightest.

Well, that was until—
"(Y-Y/n)...?" Norman called your name in complete and utter surprise, his eyes wide while he broke the lustful and lewd moment. "W-What are you...W-What are you d-doing...?"

"Norman!?" You shoved yourself away from Freddy and watched in alarm as the stammering boy's expression twisted into one of hurt. "I-I thought you didn't want to go to sleep yet! What are you doing up here!?"

"I-I knew it-! I-I knew you l-liked him m-more than me-!" Norman accused tearfully, his sensitive side sparking up as he started to become resentful of the demonic slasher standing next to you.

"Now hold on just a second—!" You protested weakly - wanting to calm the situation down at once. But unfortunately—

"Aww, what's wrong, momma's boy~?" Freddy pushed Norman's buttons on purpose and stuck his tongue out - a cruel smile spreading across his facial features. "Feeling a little jealous over there~?"

"I-I'm NOT j-jealous-!" Norman snapped back, clenching his fists while tears pricked at the corner of his eyelashes. "Y-You're just being a...a big b-bully-!"

"Is that so~?" The dream demon drawled in a malicious tone of voice, his gloved hand curling around your waist and dragging you closer to him. "It's not my fault that (Y/n) wants to spend time with me though, now is it~?"

"Don't start." You groaned, wanting to bash your head against the wall and somehow escape this awkward conflict. "I like you both, okay? So don't grow jealous of each other."

"I don't need to be jealous. After all," Freddy paused for a moment to cup the side of your right cheek with his left hand, "I can always just do this~" Before you could say anything in response - the sadistic male kissed you without your consent a second time, directly in front of Norman.

Norman's underlaying jealousy exploded as he strode forwards and shoved Freddy backwards; straight away from you. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Freddy retaliated angrily, swiping his metal claws against Norman's shoulder and ripping through the dark-haired boy's shirt.

"W-Why are you e-even here-!?" The timid boy furiously retorted, hating the dream demon with a dark rage. "G-Go back to where y-you came f-from-! Y-You...Y-You utter creep-!"

"Guys—!"
"You know she only spent time you with downstairs out of sympathy, right?"
"T-That's a lie a-and you KNOW i-it-!!"
"Can you both just—"
"Bitch please, do you want me to split you in two? Because I will—"
"Y-You're pathetic—!"
"Who gives a FUCK what you think?"
"N-Nobody LIKES y-you-!"
"What's with kids today, huh? No respect."

"C'mon, you two...!" You took a few steps back and demanded they stop helplessly, but to no one's surprise they just carried on fighting; throwing insults at one another before Norman brought out his pocket-knife to defend himself against Freddy's knifed hand.

Luckily for you, Michael swiftly entered your bedroom - presumably to stalk you - and picked up on the situation at once, wrapping his arms around you whilst he gave you a comforting cuddle. "Thanks." You quietly breathed, your stress fading a little bit as he hid his face in your hair.

A few seconds passed before the silent male pulled away a tiny bit - using his trusty notepad to communicate with you as he scribbled down a reply. "I'ᒪᒪ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ ᑭᖇOTEᑕT YOᑌ. EᔕᑭEᑕIᗩᒪᒪY ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼOᔕE TᗯO. IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᑌᑎᖴᗩIᖇ ᖴOᖇ TᕼEᗰ TO IᑎᐯOᒪᐯE YOᑌ Iᑎ OᑎE Oᖴ TᕼEIᖇ ᑕOᑎᖴᒪIᑕTᔕ ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT." [A/N: "I'LL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU. ESPECIALLY FROM THOSE TWO. IT WAS UNFAIR FOR THEM TO INVOLVE YOU IN ONE OF THEIR CONFLICTS LIKE THAT."]

"Isn't there any way to stop them...?" You begged desperately, exhaustion washing over you as you watched the fight continue.

"TᕼEY ᑌᔕᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᒍᑌᔕT ᗷᗩTTᒪE IT OᑌT, ᑌᑎTIᒪ TᕼEY GᖇOᗯ ᗷOᖇEᗪ. ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯOᖇᖇY ᗩᗷOᑌT IT." [A/N: "THEY USUALLY JUST BATTLE IT OUT, UNTIL THEY GROW BORED. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT."]

"Yeah, that's...that's not helpful." Growing sarcastic again, you handed the notepad back to him and bit your lip - wondering what to do. "Or a way to stop them."