Pennywise remained silent, glaring at the ground while he debated on his decision. Then he shook his head and gritted his teeth; resenting your request. "This is ridiculous. You could die out there. And yet you still wish to go...?"
"I made a promise to Jason." You reminded him with a patient smile - not wanting to break your vow. "That I'd visit him every other day. Well, apart from Sundays. A girl needs time to herself, after all."
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"It's only for today...!" "I-I'll be back before you know it, I swear...! Don't you trust me...?"
"Oh...f-uh...c-uh...ou...r-uh...se...I...d-uh...o..." "I...l-uh...ov-uh...e...y-uh...ou..." [A/N: "Of course I do...I love you."]
"And I love you too." "You know I wouldn't abandon you, nor leave you behind. I love it here! And I love spending time with you. So I'll see you soon, m'kay?"
"P...Pr-uh...oh...m-uh...ise...?" [A/N: Promise...?"]
"Promise."
"P-uh...in-uh...ky-uh...pr-uh...oh...m-uh...ise...?" [A/N: "Pinky promise...?"]
"Pinky promise."
"F-uh...in-uh...e..." [A/N: "Fine..."]
"How about this," "I'll go to my uni classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and see you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. That seem fair...?"
"Y-uh...es-uh...! Y-uh...es-uh...! Th-uh...ank-uh...y-uh...ou...! Th-uh...ank-uh...y-uh...ou...!" [A/N: "Yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!"]
"There we go." "I guess I'll be seeing you on Tuesday then."
"W-uh...ai...t-uh...!" "W-uh...hat-uh...ah...b-uh...ou...t-uh...Su...nd-uh...ays-uh...?" [A/N: "Wait! What about Sundays?"]
"I think I'd like to just have some me time. You know what I mean?"
"Oh...k-uh...ay-uh..." [A/N: "Okay..."]
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"...Fine. But don't blame me for a sudden ambush, or if anything else happens." Penny agreed in an annoyed tone, frustration filling his voice as he also accepted what you wanted.
"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it." You dryly remarked, nudging him with your elbow before leaving through the front door and taking a deep breath, in-and-out.
The late morning air felt relatively relaxing - all things considered - but the tension and heavy atmosphere that swirled around the others still caused you to feel...slightly uneasy. What with Pennywise acting agitated, Michael behaving moody, Norman anxiously hugging your left arm and Hannibal delicately holding your right hand. Hell, you couldn't even gather their thoughts, or what their problems were. Okay, scratch that, you already knew what their problems were. Still, you heading over to Camp Crystal Lake wasn't that bad. Besides, the four of them had known for a while about your agreement with Jason. They were just...They were just being selfish.
"Is something amiss, angelo mio? You seem awfully disturbed, all of a sudden." Hannibal commented comfortingly, picking up on your stressed-out stance and shooting you a pleasant smile in return.
"Oh no, no...I guess I just don't have much to say." You shyly replied, continuing the walk through the woods and crossing through the hidden trails. "Sorry if I'm being somewhat rude, or ill-mannered..."
"Not at all, so please don't worry." The psychiatrist politely reassured you, his eyes flashing over towards the others for a few seconds before landing back on you. "After all, it's hardly your fault that none of the others are deciding to interact with you. Honestly, it's incredibly impolite to ignore you the way they're doing so at the moment."
"H-Hey-! W...We're NOT i-ignoring (Y/n)...!" Norman snapped as revenge, immediately taking the bait and growing infuriated by the opposite male. "How D-DARE y...you...! I-I would N-NEVER do such a...such a t-thing...!"
"Please don't start this, we're almost there and you said that on purpo—" Before you could properly finish your sentence, Michael seized Hannibal by the throat and threw him violently against a tree; the other killer falling to the ground shortly after instead. "Michael...!" You gasped with a horrified expression, shocked by how hateful he was suddenly behaving. "Y-You needn't go that far...!"
"Why not? He definitely deserved it." Pennywise cut in maliciously, his spiteful taunting and smug attitude returning after he watched how the stalker flung the patronising psychiatrist. "Actually, in my opinion, he didn't throw him quite far enough~"
"How crude." Hannibal sighed with a displeased tone, rolling his eyes while he nonchalantly climbed back to his feet. "Throwing someone all because you don't agree with their statement. What a childish and petty act of animosity."
Michael - bubbling with rage by this point - took a step closer; gripping his bloodstained knife once Hannibal had insulted his behaviour and called him petty. Luckily, you thought fast, deciding to cool the conflict down before it could get any further out of hand. Because, to be perfectly honest, you didn't want this to escalate more than it already had. You'd seen this enough times to know how stubborn they really were. Michael had a massive amount of pride, and Hannibal had an unbelievably sharp-tongue. Frankly, you didn't take anybody's side - blaming both of the slashers and pushing them immediately into the wrong. Hannibal shouldn't have started the squabble, and Michael hadn't have thrown him. Simple as.
"Easy now," You called soothingly, catching Michael's attention and causing him to tilt his head in your direction once you placed your hand on his shoulder. "You know he's just trying to rile you up. You're better than this. Come on now. Please."
A minute or two of silence washed darkly through the air; relief flooding your veins when Michael tucked his knife back into his boiler suit's pocket and moved towards you rather than the other slasher. "Thank you." You graciously spoke, gratitude brimming from your voice as you calmed him down. "Now if we could all just—"
Again, before you could continue, Michael curled his arms tightly around your body; cuddling you closely into his chest while also hiding his pale-faced mask lovingly into your hair, preventing you from moving. "I know you don't want me to go, but...I want to." You consoled Michael with a sorrowful smile, wrapping your arms around his body and attempting to console him. "I want to see Camp Crystal Lake again. Besides, I'll be back before you know it. Before any of you know it."
"B-But we'll still have to w-wait..." Norman complained moodily, glaring down at the dirt and fallen leaves after you pulled away from Michael. "W...We'll still h-have t-to wait...While J-Jason gets all the...all the f-fun..."
"I...I wouldn't say all the fun..." You hurriedly disagreed, rushing to reassure him and stop him from striking up another fight. "Anyway, it...it just means you have time to think up more activities. More ones we can do together! Like...Like the cupcakes we baked...! Remember those...?"
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"Phew. Now then, want to carry on with the cupcakes?"
"Y-You bet-!" "Oh, I-I can't w-wait to d-decorate and ice t-them-!"
"Believe me, I think I can tell." "I can't wait to either."
"L-Look-! L-Look-! The c-cupcakes are r-ready-!"
"Looks like they are."
"Aaaand there~!" "That completes my half of the icing. How are you doing though...? Need help with decorating or anything like that...?"
"N-No thanks-!" "I'm d-done with m-mine now. W-Would you l-like to...l-like to s-see...?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
"Oh, Norman..."
"A-Are they okay...?" "I...I w-wouldn't want to ruin t-tonight's dessert or a-anything-!"
"Why would you ever think that? Your decorating is way better than mine! See?"
"I-I think y-yours are b-beautiful-!"
"I don't know what to say, yours just look adorable!"
"C-Can we t-taste them n-now-?"
"Why don't we take them into the dining room first, and then we can?"
"I-I'll help carry t-them-! I-It's the least I-I can d-do-!"
"Well that is very much appreciated, thank you."
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"I...I g-guess so..." Norman unhappily muttered, still envious of Jason's time surrounding you and how much he seemed to get with you this Saturday. "B-But still—"
"Isn't this the place...?" Pointing at a specific wooden sign uncaringly, Pennywise also cut into the conversation; sounding strangely - ...jealous...? - when he spotted an overly-excited smile stretch across your face.
Welcome To Camp Crystal Lake. "Yep!" You cheerfully clarified, flashing them all a joyful look and trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, like I said, I'll be back before you know it. 'Kay...?"
"Yeah, sure. What do I care...?"
"O-Okay..."
"Understood, mio fiorellino. I wish you an extremely pleasant after—"
"(Y...Y/N)...! Y-uh...ou're...b-uh...ah...ck-uh...!" [A/N: "(Y/N)...! You're back...!"]