"There it is. Derry, Maine's sewer entrance." Hannibal told the others in a nonchalant tone, raising his hand and pointing towards an underground tunnel. "That's most likely where IT's taken (Y/n)."
"What the fuck are we waiting for then?" Freddy asked impatiently, striding straight forwards. "Wait any longer and she'll be a complete and utter goner."
"W-What's wrong, K-Krueger-?" Norman coldly taunted, narrowing his eyes and glaring at him without any hesitation whatsoever. "Afraid you w-won't be able to r-rescue her in t-time-?"
"I hate to interrupt, but the four of you should be informed that the water you're about to step in is grey water." Hannibal mentioned innocently, his latest remark causing two of the four killers to stare down at the ground in complete confusion.
"G-uh...rey-uh...w-uh...at-uh...er-uh...?" Jason repeated curiously, not understanding the psychiatrist's words in the slightest as he tilted his head to the side. [A/N: "Grey...water...?"]
"It's basically—"
"It's basically just piss and shit." The dream demon cut across Hannibal with a shrug - clearly not caring as he waded through.
"S-So we're w-wading through the people of D-Derry's pee...?" Norman bit his lip and hesitated, obviously feeling awkward whilst he questioned their actions.
"Gr...G-uh...roh...ss-uh...!" Jason childishly complained, crossing his arms and huffing like a little kid would. [A/N: "Gross...!"]
"Don't be such a baby, Voorhees." Freddy mocked towards the Crystal Lake killer maliciously - his mischievous tone purposely trying to pick a fight. "Or are you not as good as you claim to be~?"
"ᔕTOᑭ IT. TᕼᗩT ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ ᑕᒪOᗯᑎ ᗯᗩᑎTᔕ TO ᗪIᐯIᗪE ᑌᔕ. TO ᗪIᔕTᖇᗩᑕT ᑌᔕ. ᗯE'ᖇE ᖇᑌᑎᑎIᑎG OᑌT Oᖴ TIᗰE. ᑕ'ᗰOᑎ, TᕼEᔕE TᑌᑎᑎEᒪᔕ ᗩᖇE ᒪIKE ᗩ ᗰᗩᘔE." Michael wrote on his notepad roughly, practically shoving it in their faces and forcing them to calm down to some degree. [A/N: "STOP IT. THAT STUPID CLOWN WANTS TO DIVIDE US. TO DISTRACT US. WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. C'MON, THESE TUNNELS ARE LIKE A MAZE."]
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just shut the fuck up, stalker." Freddy rudely responded, rolling his eyes and instead just pushing the pale-faced male's reply back into his face with annoyance.
"No, Michael's got a point." Hannibal sighed in despair, pressing his hand against his forehead as he attempted to pacify the situation. "If we keep arguing like this then we'll never find our beloved (Y/n). Don't you four realise that?"
"W-Well where on Earth c-could IT be hiding t-then-?" Norman fretted frantically, clutching either side of his head while he grew more and more alarmed. "F-For all we know, (Y-Y/n) could be D-DEAD-!!"
"Sh-uh...t-uh...up-uh...!" Jason snapped at Norman with a stern voice, giving the younger male a resentful push and hating him even further - due to the death comment. [A/N: "Shut...up...!"]
"Y-You shut up-!" Norman darkly retaliated, tears of hate pricking at the edges of his eyes as he decided to clench his fists.
"YOᑌ TᗯO ᗩᖇE ᗩᑕTIᑎG ᒪIKE ᑕᕼIᒪᗪᖇEᑎ. ᔕTᗩY ᕼEᖇE Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗯᗩᑎT, ᗷᑌT I'ᗰ ᒪEᗩᐯIᑎG." [A/N: "YOU TWO ARE ACTING LIKE CHILDREN. STAY HERE IF YOU WANT, BUT I'M LEAVING."] Michael scolded unfeelingly, brushing past them and deciding to head straight down into the sewers himself.
"I swear, the moment I get my hands on (Y/n), that bitch will be dead." The dream demon muttered sulkily, sarcasm flowing from his tone whilst he scraped his metal finger-knives slowly against the side.
"Remind me why (Y/n) enjoys dating you again?" Hannibal shook his head at Freddy's sadistic statement before acting completely condescending.
"Because she's not a stuck-up whore like you?" Freddy fired back feistily, the psychiatrist's superior comment striking a cord and therefore aggravating him.
"W-Where, oh where c-could (Y/n) be-!?" Norman desperately wailed, the five of them wading through the murky water and resuming their search.
"I'm not one for making guesses - but if I had to, I'd assume the main tunnels." Hannibal mused over said topic thoughtfully, coming to a somewhat logical conclusion and trying to keep everything under control.
"Th-uh...e...m-uh...ai...n-uh...tu...nn-uh...el-uh...s...?" Jason questioned in bewilderment - not understanding where on Earth (Y/n) could be and deciding to stop directly in his tracks. [A/N: "The...main...tunnels...?"]
"Yeah, retard. God, you're so slow." Freddy viciously retorted, spinning round to face him as he lost his temper. "Fucking hell, why she enjoys spending time with any of you is beyond me."
"Y...Y-uh...ou're...th...e...w-uh...or-uh...st-uh...!" Jason snarled in response, despising the demonic killer with an intense desire to kill said enemy. [A/N: "You're...the...worst...!"]
"Freddy. Jason. Not here." Hannibal stepped in firmly, sending them fierce looks and shaking his head. "Besides, (Y/n) could be in an insanely high amount of danger."
Freddy glared at Hannibal for a few moments before rolling his eyes and ignoring them both; reverting back to his arrogant mindset 100%. "Whatever." He spoke with a smug smirk, "I don't need you bitches to tell me what to do anyways."
And with that, he moved in the exact same direction that Michael had - the stalker having listened to Hannibal's previous comment almost immediately. "W-Which way are the m-main tunnels-?" Norman turned towards Hannibal hesitantly, worry flashing across his facial features whilst he tried his best to remain relatively calm. For (Y/n)'s sake.
"Keep following us and you'll be fine." Hannibal calmly answered - taking note of the burnt male's footsteps and leaving the two others behind to make their own decisions.
"C-C'mon Jason, let's g-go-!" Norman stammered with an anxious voice, quickening his pace and increasing his speed. "(Y-Y/n) might n-need us-!"
His comment caused Jason to let out a low growl and grip his machete even tighter; the child-minded killer not enjoying the thought of his precious possession being tortured, due to the lack of protection he'd given her. If anything happened to her, it would be his fault. He should've known that the other four would be unsuitable partners for her. That they wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on her. And that, most of all, she'd need him. Suppressing the urge to behead the younger male, Jason pushed past him and gritted his teeth - rushing to catch up to the others. Norman followed behind and eventually the five reconnected, the dysfunctional group teaming up once again.
"Surprising. I certainly didn't expect you all to show up like this." The clown commented casually, amused by how they were all standing next to one another. "And certainly not together."
"(Y-Y/n)-?" Norman called her name in complete and utter shock, his eyes wide as he suddenly spotted her. "(Y/n)! Oh my God, (Y-Y/n)-! W-What's...What's wrong with her...!?"
"Norman, don't. Remember who we're dealing with here." Hannibal murmured, placing his hand on the younger killer's chest and clearing his throat - trying to appear respectful. "We have...somewhat of an alliance with one another, that's all."
"H-How is she i-in the air-!?" Norman panicked wildly, grasping his pocket-knife tighter and staring at (Y/n) with despair.
"An alliance...?" Pennywise's gaze glinted with an interested expression, the killer clown appearing entertained by the other slashers. "Now that's an intriguing notion."
"And it's also none of your fucking business, bitch." Freddy hatefully interjected, holding his gloved hand out and threatening the clown right off the bat.
"H...H-uh...ow-uh...is...sh...e...in...th-uh...e...air-uh...?" Jason questioned coolly, worry washing through his tone while he entered their current conversation. [A/N: "How is she in the air...?"]
Michael - of course - didn't speak a single word, staying silent like usual as he glanced up at (Y/n) too. "A-Are those—?"
"The missing kids." Hannibal interrupted Norman solemnly, standing in front of the four other slashers and instead taking charge of the somber situation. "Floating."