"H...How...? How did they not see the blood...?" You weakly wept, turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up. Then, you took off your bloodstained clothes and threw them onto the floor; opening the bathroom drawers and snatching up some fresh clothes.
"A-At least now I can clean myself up." You spoke to yourself shakily, placing the clothes atop the drawers and wiping your eyes.
After that, you stepped underneath the shower head and tried your best to calm yourself down - relieved when the warm water washed away the scarlet substance. "Phew..." You mumbled, drying yourself off with a towel before getting dressed. "Thank Goodness there's no more blood on me, because that was absolutely awful."
So once you took a few deep breaths, you unlocked the bathroom door and opened it; taken aback by Norman's unexpected embrace. "(Y-Y/N)-!" He cried aloud, still worried while nuzzling into the side of your shoulder. "W-What happened-!? W-What did Freddy DO to y-you-!?"
"Easy now, Norman. Give (Y/n) some space." Hannibal reprimanded him in a polite fashion, grasping his shoulder and steering him away from you ever-so-slightly.
"Did you two really not see it...?" You directed your question at Michael and Norman, your troubled tone growing stronger as they both shook their heads.
Whipping out his notepad, the silent stalker scribbled out his response and then passed it over to you - his reply causing you to become slightly agitated. "TᕼEᖇE ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG Oᑎ YOᑌ, (Y/ᑎ). ᑎO ᗷᒪOOᗪ, ᑎO ᗪIᖇT. ᑎOTᕼIᑎG." [A/N: "THERE WASN'T ANYTHING ON YOU, (Y/N). NO BLOOD, NO DIRT. NOTHING."]
"You've GOT to be kidding me!" You complained in frustration, handing Michael's notepad before moving backwards yourself. "That couldn't have been JUST a nightmare. I mean, the blood was ALL over me - even when I woke up! This is ridiculous!"
"M-Maybe Freddy just g-gave you a r-really bad n-nightmare-?" Norman suggested with a cute tilt of his head, plainly not understanding why you were so het-up after a soothing shower.
"I FELT the blood!" Your voice rose rapidly while you wondered what was wrong with those two and your inner thoughts.
"Why don't you explain to me what happened, instead of those two?" Hannibal pleasantly proposed - his charming characteristics coming into play whilst he sent you another one of his soft smiles.
"Sure..." You sighed in defeat, following Hannibal downstairs and into the living room.
Before you could open your mouth and properly explain the situation though, the devilish dream demon materialised in the middle of the living room; throwing you another one of his mischievous grins. "Awake already? Bit earlier than your regular time, isn't it princess?" He smugly purred, curling his left hand around your right wrist and tugging you closer to him.
"That red balloon..." You murmured under your breath, curiosity now controlling your tone as you now approached it. "Why am I seeing you again...?" Before you could answer yourself, it randomly exploded - the balloon bursting while blood erupted from the inside and covered you in said substance. In fact it shocked you so much that you screamed in complete and utter horror; shaking as you frantically freaked out.
W-Was Freddy doing this-!? "Freddy if you're doing this, it's NOT funny!!"
"(Y-Y/n)-? (Y/n)! W-Wake up-! P-Please, oh p-please wake up-!"
"N...Norman...?"
"You're...You're here. I-I'm here."
"W-What did F-Freddy do-!? W-WHAT did he d-do-!?"
"I...I just had a nightmare, that's—" You were about to say that's all, when all of a sudden you noticed the slimy blood still sticking to you.
"(Y-Y/n)...? A-Are you—?" Before Norman could finish his confused question, you screamed again - shocked and sickened by what you were witnessing.
"Oh FUCK!"
"(Y-Y/n)...? W-What's wrong-? Why are y-you acting t-this way-?"
"No, NO!" "I-I'll get this blood on you otherwise-!!"
"B-Blood...?"
"Yes!! Now if you'll excuse me...!!"
"Oh gimme a break." You snapped roughly, yanking your hand out of his grasp and pushing him away with resentment. "DON'T act like you don't know! Why'd you do it anyway!? Norman was right - about the really bad nightmare, about you being behind it, everything!"
"Excuse me...?" Freddy half-laughed in disbelief, his eyes narrowing while his gaze twisted into an offended glare. "What the FUCK are you talking about...?"
"YOU were the one that told me to stay put." You angrily declared, growing more and more frustrated by the dream demon in front of you. "YOU were the one that told me you had to speak to Hannibal."
"And I did." The demonic slasher fired back darkly, holding his knifed hand out with a threatening expression. "So watch what you say to me, bitch."
"I thought you were going to talk about the red balloon, NOT play pathetic little pranks on me behind my back - like drowning me in actual blood!!" You yelled furiously, clenching your fists and glaring right back at him.
"Have you gone nuts!?" Freddy coldly retorted - glancing at Hannibal, Norman, or Michael for any type of answer.
"No. I haven't." You sharply retaliated, spinning around and moving away. "Anyway, I'm going to make breakfast before heading to my Uni class."
"Get back here, (Y/n). Now." His voice was dangerously low, looking insanely unstable as he waited for your response.
"Why? Why should I?" You turned to face him with a taunting tone and became even more bitter - not wanting to forgive him for last night's shenanigans. "Need a good laugh?"
"I don't know what the FUCK happened in your dreams, but what I DO know is that I wasn't behind them. Got that, sweetheart?" Freddy hissed wildly, hating your accusations with a malicious passion.
"I hate to side with Krueger and disrupt said conversation, but I'm afraid he does have a point." Hannibal placed his hand atop your shoulder and calmly squeezed it, his comment causing nothing but confusion to flutter across your face.
"But...But, he—"
"Last night he really was discussing things with me - including this "red balloon" you keep bringing up." The psychiatrist lightly explained - his answer not making any sense to you whatsoever.
"Then, how...how could he have been talking to you...?" You suspiciously questioned, surprise swirling back into frustration as you tried your best to contain your negative emotions. "If I was having a nightmare...? After all, someone must have been behind it."
"Unfortunately, I can't answer that." Hannibal responded quietly, "One because I don't know, and two, because the dreamworld is Krueger's domain, which has nothing to do with me."
"Besides, you DO remember that humans have nightmares with or without my tampering, right...?" Freddy interjected with a sickly-sweet smirk, his condescending behaviour irritating you as you finally left the living room.
"(Y-Y/n), wait-!" Norman called after you in alarm, "W-Where are you g-going-!?"
"I'M going to my psychology class." You decided firmly, silently skipping breakfast and planning to grab some food in the lunch hall.
"B-But what about—?"
"I'll eat in the uni's cafeteria." And with that, you brushed aside Norman's nervous pandering, snatched up your bag and ignored Freddy's frustrated look as you headed towards the front door - Michael shadowing your footsteps due to his usual stalking.