Her Idolisation - Slashers x Reader [Book Four]

[Chapter 11: So-Called Bride]

"What, are you saying that you prefer (Y/n) over Tiffany...?" Freddy deviously cooed, mocking the doll and finishing his sentence for him while he maliciously messed around. "D'aww, how cute~"

"Your ex-girlfriend is called Tiffany...?" You wondered with interest, feeling both intrigued and curious by Chucky's so-called bride.

"Tiffany Valentine, I believe." Hannibal answered politely, responding to your inquiry and explaining properly. "A young woman born between November and December in 1967, whom also happens to be thirty-one. And in the end, gave birth."

"Your wife is a mother!?" You exclaimed in a stunned tone of voice, staring at him disbelievingly whilst you came to the conclusion that he was not only an unstable murderer, but a psychopathic father as well.

"Ugh, are you kidding me!? This bitch wasn't even really my wife. She just wanted to be, okay!? So knock it off already!" Chucky irritably snapped, clenching his left hand and huffing once the psychiatrist had replied.

"But how could you divorce her if you never married her...?" You brought up with a frown, misunderstanding his relationship and what he was trying to clarify.

"Because contrary to her rather misguided delusions, those two were never actually husband and wife." Hannibal calmly informed you, explaining her irrational thoughts and shutting her down. "The furthest their relationship ever got was becoming each others' fiancé."

"So she became your fiancé, faked a marriage, divorced you and then left to become a single mother...?" You questioned Chucky awkwardly, managing to string together a few pieces of information after you'd figured out more.

"I. Don't. Care. Never have, never will." He uncaringly declared, brushing off his ex-girlfriend and how she'd ever felt to begin with.

"How unfeeling." Hannibal sighed, rolling his eyes and ignoring Chucky's reoccurring act of rudeness. "To treat a young lady like that. That goes beyond uncalled for."

"Hey, FUCK you! That bitch started it! I only said that I don't care about what happened, not that I was unfeeling—!"

"I agree. You weren't even there." You sided with Chucky sternly, deciding to bypass Hannibal's underhanded remark and take the redheaded doll by surprise. "So don't make up things when you don't know the genuine truth."

"And you do?" He quizzed in amusement, finding your compassion to be just as considerate and refreshing as it usually was.

"Well, no. I...don't. But that doesn't mean you should go around calling someone unfeeling for no reason." You coolly pointed out, disliking how condescending he was acting when talking to Chucky.

"Hmm...I suppose not." The psychiatrist decided dryly, dipping his head and nodding after seeing your point. "My apologies for my previous behaviour, mi amore."

"Perhaps it would be best if you, Penny, Chucky and Michael waited for me downstairs." You carefully announced, doing your best to keep everything under control and remain composed.

"Ooh, what's this? I get to stay, while the others have to go~?" Freddy spoke with a smug attitude, silently taunting the others as he behaved somewhat superior. "I'm fine with that."

"I just assumed that you'd go back to the dreamworld instead of wanting to hang around everybody else." You replied casually, keeping your tone calm and collected whilst also remaining nonchalant. "Y'know, until after breakfast...?"

"But then I'd miss an opportunity to spend more time with you~" The sadistic male lazily drawled, complaining like a child would and disagreeing with your prior argument.

"Can't you just - I don't know...wait in the dreamworld...? Or downstairs...?" You wondered in a sarcastic frame of mind, sighing the moment you heard him comment immediately afterwards.

"But I want to spend more time with (Y/n)...!" Brahms threatened with a selfish response, grasping your hand while you tried your best to keep everyone occupied and under control.

"How about I attempt to get to know Brahms some more...? You know, talk to him a little bit before we all meet up downstairs." You mentioned mildly, biting your lip as you allowed the masked murderer to sit against your side. "Brahms, this is—"

"(Y/n)...! It's you...! It's really, really you...!" The childlike killer dramatically bursted out, dropping the broken pipe before clasping both of your hands between his own and changing the topic himself completely.

"Um, yeah...I guess I am..." You told him in a cautious tone of voice, introducing yourself and trying to sound thoughtful moments later. "Pleasure to meet you...?"

"I...I missed you so much this morning. Y-You have no idea...!" Brahms replied bitterly, ignoring both Freddy and Pennywise the moment he'd managed to move past them all.

"Hey, it's not all bad. Today hasn't been turned into a new day yet, y'know...?" You warmly announced, hugging Brahms from the side the second you'd released him from being embraced. "Introducing Brahms to everybody isn't that hard."

"Believe me, I think I can tell." Hannibal smoothly spoke, giving you and Brahms some space together whilst he amusedly left you both alone. "I wouldn't call this morning subtle, nor would I call said greeting necessarily pleasant either."

"I still feel embarrassed after last night, but after your whole "Get Out" schtick...if that message was left for them, then why did you direct that at me...?" You pointed out nervously, attempting to move things along and comfort Brahms to some degree.

"Because that message wasn't meant for you." The intelligent psychiatrist reminded you in a gentle manner, shifting your attention back towards you while you kept on speaking to yourself. "Not in the slightest. It was meant to catch us off-guard yesterday night, that's all."

"You left a trail of rat blood on the wall...All to...distract me...?" You suspiciously asked, frowning with confusion as your mind flickered back to what had happened on Thursday night.

"Because it wasn't meant to distract you..." Brahms possessively growled, averting his gaze before glancing darkly to the side. "It was meant as a warning. For them to back off. For them...to leave you alone."

"So you've been watching me...around the house...this entire time...?" You questioned with surprise, your eyes widening at the porcelain-faced killer and taking into account everything Brahms had to say. "Through the...walls...?"

"Hnggg, I had to...!" He frustratedly retaliated, whilst trying to get you to see reason the same way he did. "I had to do something...! They don't have the same goal that you think they do, (Y/n)...! T-They don't care...! T-They don't appreciate you...! Not the same way I do. You were a goddess gifted to me from my parents. And you passed the test with flying colours."