"Good morning, my dear." Hannibal greeted you pleasantly; curling his arms around your waist from behind and giving you a gentle hug while you began making yourself some breakfast in the kitchen. "And just how are we feeling today...?"
"Oh, good morning." You responded with somewhat of a quiet tone - feeling strangely timid as you interacted with your new, intellectual partner. Then you became aware of something. Something that surprised and threw you off entirely.
"Wait a minute." You stopped preparing some sandwiches for breakfast and whirled around, suddenly waking up more whilst realising something. "I thought you went home last night. Y'know...Because you didn't want to stay here and all that...?"
"Guys please, not now." "Jason, Michael, Norman - Hell, even Hannibal - can stay here if you really want to."
"No offence to you, angelo mio, but I refuse to spend the rest of my night in such an abysmal environment. Please understand."
"I did." The psychiatrist politely replied, noticing your bewildered expression and growing silently amused. "But as soon as you moved in with us, I took note of your previous waking hours and came to greet you this morning. I hope that isn't too much of a bother, dearest (Y/n)."
"Not at all. I uh..." You answered awkwardly, feeling slightly embarrassed that he'd go to all that trouble. "I just didn't expect it."
"Oh, good." Hannibal smiled back as he continued to behave like a proper gentleman would. "I'm relieved to hear that it hasn't concerned you or anything."
"No, no...I was just making some breakfast." You flashed a friendly smile in return and gestured towards the countertop - your first meal of the day being a few sandwiches and a glass of juice. "It's not very fancy or elaborate, I know, but it'll do for a Sunday morning."
"Well, you're not wrong. Though hopefully you'll return home today. I've missed you." He lightly told you; watching you move the glass and plate over to the wooden table as Michael joined your side too.
"Good morning to you too, Michael." You dryly remarked, rolling your eyes at how he immediately wrapped one arm around your waist to tug you closer to him. "And yes, I'll be going back home later this evening. I just want to enjoy some time with Jason after breakfast, seeing as I haven't really gotten to spend any time with him yet, y'know?"
"ᗯᕼO ᑕᗩᖇEᔕ ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗩ ᖴEᗯ TᖇEEᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩ ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ ᒪᗩKE? ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE ᑕOᗰE ᕼOᗰE. I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ, (Y/ᑎ). ᗯE ᑕᗩᑎ ᔕᑭEᑎᗪ ᕼᗩᒪᒪOᗯEEᑎ TOGETᕼEᖇ TOᗰOᖇᖇOᗯ." The stalker scribbled to you on his trusty notepad, acting as possessive as he usually did when it came to you. [A/N: "WHO CARES ABOUT A FEW TREES AND A STUPID LAKE? PLEASE COME HOME. I LOVE YOU, (Y/N). WE CAN SPEND HALLOWEEN TOGETHER TOMORROW."]
"I know you love me, Michael. And I...I love you too. Really, I do. So with that being said, I'd be delighted to spend tomorrow together." You hesitantly calmed him down, giving Michael a comforting hug before handing him his notepad back. "Consider it a date."
Then, you sat down at the table - Hannibal sitting to your left and the silent male standing to your right. "You're going to partake in such a pointless past-time?" Hannibal wondered with a curious frown, confused as to why you'd want to indulge yourself in something so useless and unimportant. "I'm assuming you have a reason for this."
"Nope. I've just always enjoyed Halloween." You brought up breezily, smiling while you started to eat. "You don't always need to have a reason behind things to have a good time."
"I suppose." Hannibal sent you another one of his charming smiles and folded his arms atop the table, still entertained by your empathetic characteristics and traits.
"Let me guess, you disagree...?" You questioned with a sigh - knowing just how uncaring and cool-headed your significant other could act sometimes.
"Please don't take it personally or anything, mi amore." The dark-haired male softly spoke, "I'm just afraid such trivial tasks don't interest me, that's all."
Gripping his kitchen knife, Michael slammed it down into the wooden table - inches away from Hannibal's crossed arms - and glared at him viciously; causing you to jump at the same time. "Michael! What on Earth was that for!?" You asked in alarm - now feeling incredibly anxious and uneasy.
"ᖴOᖇ ᗩᑕTIᑎG ᒪIKE ᗩ ᑭᖇETEᑎTIOᑌᔕ ᑭᖇIᑕK. TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᕼY." The mute killer wrote that to you without a second thought, disliking the psychiatrist and his words. [A/N: "FOR ACTING LIKE A PRETENTIOUS PRICK. THAT'S WHY."]
"For merely voicing my opinions and reasoning behind them?" Hannibal retaliated smoothly, not even flinching at the knife slam. "That's a bit uncalled for, don't you think Michael?"
Before Michael - or you - could reply, Norman bounded into the room, tackling you into a tight hug from the side before snuggling into your shoulder. "(Y-Y/n)...!" The timid boy called with complete and utter adoration, "Y-You didn't tell me t-that you were up y-yet-! S-Silly-!"
"Well, you were still asleep, and I didn't want to wake you." You hurriedly finished eating and faced him properly, giving him a warm embrace in return. "That's all. Really."
"O-Oh, (Y/n). T-That's so nice of you-!"" Norman praised lovingly, his eyes glinting with emotional tears at the edges. "M-Making sure that I got m-my sleep-!"
"Of course I would make sure." You agreed affectionately - ruffling Norman's dark-shaded hair whilst also saying a "good-morning" to him. "Sleep is important."
"I-I love you so much-!" He cutely bursted out, his adoring attitude and grateful gaze causing you to internally "Aww!" inside.
"And I love you too." You tenderly repeated, Norman being incredibly happy at what you'd said. Well, that was until he spotted your neck and saw the love bites.
"(Y-Y/n)...? Wh-What are those...?" Norman's face switched into one of surprise - his eyes widening at the marks Freddy had left.
"Uh...Don't worry about them." Once you'd kissed his forehead, you grabbed your glass of juice and took a sip from it; deciding to leave a moment later. "I just spent time with Freddy last night. And now I'm going to spend time with Jason. Nothing major."
"B-But what about spending time together...?" Norman wailed after looking unbelievably hurt, his cheeks painted a dark pink as he grew flustered by said kiss. "I-I thought you were coming home today-!"
"And I am!" You reassured him quickly, patting his shoulder and standing up before making your way towards the cabin's backdoor. "I just enjoy spending time with all of you."
"S-So we're not going t-to spend time together t-today-?" Norman wiped at his eyes while following you, staring at you with a heartbroken expression.
"We are, we are!" Trying to soothe him somehow, you gave him a genuine cuddle and bit your lip - not knowing what to do. "We can um...We can...Oh, I know, we can spend this evening together!"
"R-Really-!?" Norman's tone turned into one excitement; the shy boy clearly thrilled by your offer. "O-Oh, I'd l-love to-!"
"Then why don't you think of some more activities for us to do?" You smiled in relief at his happiness and then waved goodbye to the three of them - exiting the cabin right after. "Have a good day, guys!"
Thankfully, none of the three went after you; though Michael appeared controlling, Hannibal's sweet smile didn't seem very sincere, and Norman looked a little jealous. Part of you felt a tiny bit bad on their behalf, but that was until—
"(Y/n)...! Y-uh...ou'...re...he...re...!" [A/N: "(Y/n)! You're here!"]