"Seriously...?" Chucky questioned curiously, behaving almost as if he was actually inquisitive and interested by your previous comment. "I wouldn't expect somebody like you to get into as much trouble as those fucks over there."
"Oh Jesus, I have to hide my relationship with these guys multiple times. Over and over again." You told him with a light laugh, Pennywise shooting the doll a cold-blooded glare before he disappeared into thin air and decided to leave the room.
"But that doesn't make any sense. Why even stay with them in the first place...?" The ginger-haired doll inquired bluntly, pointing towards the rest of them once Penny had vanished.
"H-Hey...! Sh...She stays w-with us because she l-loves us...! What's y-your problem...!?" Norman snapped at him in frustration, clenching his fists as he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot.
"Who said that I had a problem, huh...?" The doll shrugged uncaringly, trying to pick a fight with Norman and annoy him on purpose. "Maybe I actually like her company as of right now. Asshole."
"Oh my, I had no idea that the infamous Lakeshore Strangler would actually come to appreciate our precious (Y/n)." Hannibal hummed angelically, his innocent yet devilish words striking a cord with Chucky this morning.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah...! Now wait just a minute...!" You anxiously protested, freaking out while suddenly feeling uneasy. "I'm sure that's not what he was trying to imply when mentioning his previous comment about liking me—"
"Exactly...! For FUCK'S sake, SHE could be MORE helpful to ME than YOU bastards EVER could...!" Chucky retaliated in a fiery manner, agitated by the psychiatrist's current taunting and teasing as he insulted your partners and complimented you instead.
"Oh REALLY now~?" Freddy sneered with a spiteful voice, his smirk and jeering tone only adding to Hannibal's underlaying disrespect and discourteousness. "I DOUBT that. But if you honestly think that, then go STRAIGHT ahead and BE my guest, you little shit."
"Can you two stop arguing for one moment...!? Please...!?" You pleaded desperately, seeing straight through Hannibal's manipulative mindset and shutting it down immediately. "There's something I have to do. Right now."
"Something you have to do...? Like what...? Can't be that important...Can it...?" Chucky repeated offhandedly, his lack of empathy shining through whilst he showed how little he cared about others. But it WAS important. At least to you. Because—
—
So the peeping Tom that had watched you shower this evening - even though you'd told him not to - was none other than...
Michael.
"How..." "How could you...?"
"ᕼOᗯ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ I ᗯᕼᗩT? ᗯᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᖇOᑎG? ᗪIᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎ?" [A/N: "HOW COULD I WHAT? WHAT'S WRONG? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?"]
"You...You promised...You promised not to peek at me in the shower..." "You PROMISED not to peek at me in the shower...! You-You KNOW how self-conscious I get about myself...! You KNOW how embarrassed it makes me...! H-How uncomfortable I get...! Y...You know...and yet you...you STILL did it...! You STILL did it...!"
"ᑎO, ᗩᑎᗪ I KEᑭT TᕼᗩT ᑭᖇOᗰIᔕE. I ᔕᗩIᗪ I ᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ TO, (Y/ᑎ), ᑎOT TᕼᗩT I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ. ᗯᕼᗩT TᕼE ᕼEᒪᒪ ᗩᖇE YOᑌ TᗩᒪKIᑎG ᗩᗷOᑌT!? YOᑌ KᑎOᗯ I ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᗷᖇEᗩK ᗰY ᑭᖇOᗰIᔕE. ᗪIᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎ? ᗯᕼᗩT'ᔕ GOIᑎG Oᑎ ᕼEᖇE?" [A/N: "NO, AND I KEPT THAT PROMISE. I SAID I WANTED TO, (Y/N), NOT THAT I WOULD. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER BREAK MY PROMISE. DID SOMETHING HAPPEN? WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"]
"What, NOW you're trying to play DUMB with me...!? Are you SERIOUS right now, Michael...!?" "Don't treat me like a child...! I SAW the door swing open...! I SAW the white of your mask pass through the doorway...! I SAW everything...!"
"(Y-Y/n)...? A-Are you okay...?" "W...Why are you s-shouting like t-that...? W-What's going on...?"
"I...Well, I..."
"(Y/n)...?"
"H...Hannibal...? W...What are you doing here...?" "I...I'm sorry...D-Did I...Did I disturb...and irritate you from doing s-something...?"
"Well, to answer your first question, I do live here." "And yes, you did disturb me. But please don't worry, dearest, you could never irritate me. Even if you wanted to. I was merely just rereading a familiar novel that I owned, that's all."
"O...Oh...Thank goodness..."
"Now then, why don't you go and take a seat in my office to calm yourself down a tiny bit more? I'll be there momentarily - with a glass of water too - I just need to gather all of the details first."
"Oh, um...Okay..." "I really do appreciate your support. Especially around Mister Peeping Tom over there."
"Did you actually do what she's accusing you of...?"
"TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗰE. YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯE TO ᗷEᒪIEᐯE ᗰE!" "ᗪO YOᑌ ᖇEᗩᒪᒪY TᕼIᑎK TᕼᗩT I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼIᗪE TᕼE TᖇᑌTᕼ ᖴᖇOᗰ YOᑌ? ᗪO YOᑌ ᕼOᑎEᔕTᒪY ᗷEᒪIEᐯE TᕼᗩT I'ᗪ ᒪIE ᗩᗷOᑌT ᑭEEᑭIᑎG? I'ᗪ ᗷE ᕼOᑎEᔕT ᗩᗷOᑌT TᕼᗩT!<3" [A/N: "THAT WASN'T ME. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" "DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I COULD HIDE THE TRUTH FROM YOU? DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT I'D LIE ABOUT PEEPING? I'D BE HONEST ABOUT THAT!<3"]
"Holy SHIT, now THIS is something that I'd LOVE to see." "So WHAT do we have here? Has Myers committed an innocent crime against our beloved (Y/n), someway or another?"
"W...W-What did you even d-do to (Y/n) a-anyway...?"
"According to (Y/n), Michael peeped at her in the shower, even after he promised not to."
"How come that's such a big deal to (Y/n) anyway...?" "Is peeping at someone through the shower really that bad...? She has nothing to be self-conscious about after all."
"Peeping at somebody through the shower can show a tremendous amount of not only disrespect and disloyalty, but it's also insanely crude, unrefined, and vulgar."
"Oh...So it's like a...a human thing, then...?"
"I-I...It's not JUST a h-human thing, if you must know, clown. It's a n-negative sentiment that you s-should never EVER commit."
"Precisely. So it would be most likely in your best interests to stay out here for now, Michael. Away from (Y/n), at least for the moment. Alright...?"
—
"Now then, why don't you tell me exactly what happened between you and Michael...?"
"There's not really all that much to tell, to be perfectly honest with you..." "I was taking my daily shower, and as I was, a flash of white flickered from behind the door. You can't say that doesn't sound suspicious."
"Mmm...True. You have every single right to be on-edge, slash, distressed." "After all, what Myers did was certainly no laughing matter."
"I guess...I just...I just didn't think that Michael would try something like that, right out of the blue..." "And right after promising not to peep at me too...!"
"Could it be possible that it might've been one of the others...?" "To borrow one of Michael's masks so they could prank you from behind...?"
"You really think that one of the others would actually go that far...?"
"Believe me, I definitely wouldn't doubt it. It wouldn't surprise me if this was one of Krueger's silly little schemes, or something along those lines."
"But then that would mean that I threw Michael under the bus for absolutely no reason."
"Though you can't necessarily know that for sure, mia amata (Y/n)." "You can't know for sure whether or not Myers truly or really was behind your Peeping Tom crimes or not. It's highly likely that he was, however jumping to conclusions wouldn't be such a good thing to do at this time."
—
Michael. Oh God, was he mad at you for blaming him...? After all, he hadn't followed you into your room last night. Neither had you seen him there when you'd previously woken up. And he wasn't moving forwards to hug you either. He was just...standing there. Right outside of the kitchen doorway. His blue eyes showing NO ounce of emotion while they did nothing but stare obsessively into your own.
"M...Michael...?" "Are you...Are you okay...?" Feeling awkward, you glanced anxiously between not only him, but Norman also; the uncomfortable silence surrounding you three rising while you bit your lip and unhappily averted your gaze. There. He...He probably just felt uneasy too. Perhaps you should just prepare breakfast and speak to him later on. Yeah...Yeah.
—
"Is everything okay...!?"
"I think I'm managing, thanks."
Because for some strange reason, the TV was blasting from the screen; the sound almost leaking from full power while Chucky sat on one of the living room sofas. He was sat on the sofa, as if he was watching the morning news. The TV was spouting the 9'0'clock News, starting to creep you out and suspecting that one of the others were definitely trying to prank you. "—Police say Caputo escaped from the jail bus on the way to his arraignment. A massive search has begun—"
Stepping forwards, you clicked the set off, picked the doll up, and left the living room - heading upstairs into your bedroom so that you could dump the doll back down on top of your drawers. What the fuck was happening here...!? Did Michael or the others think this was some kind of sick joke...!? If so, this wasn't very funny. This wasn't very funny whatsoever. Whatever was going on needed to stop right now. Whether it was a prank or not. It needed to be nipped in the bud immediately.
"Okay, this ISN'T very funny...!" "Do you think I'm stupid...!? Huh...!? Do you think I'm going to just believe that the doll switched the 9'0'clock news on by itself...!?"
"Uh...Are we supposed to know what's going on here...?" "—I'm seriously getting some real horror movie vibes right now..."
"ᗯEᒪᒪ IT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᑌᔕ. ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪO ᗯE ᕼᗩᐯE TO ᗪO TO ᑭᖇOᐯE TᕼᗩT TO YOᑌ??" [A/N: "WELL IT WASN'T US. WHAT DO WE HAVE TO DO TO PROVE THAT TO YOU??"]
—
"YOᑌ ᔕEE ᗯᕼY I ᗯᗩᔕ ᔕO ᖴᑌᑕKIᑎG ᖴᖇᑌᔕTᖇᗩTEᗪ ᗯᕼEᑎ ᑎOᗷOᗪY ᗷEᒪIEᐯEᗪ ᗰE??" [A/N: "YOU SEE WHY I WAS SO FUCKING FRUSTRATED WHEN NOBODY BELIEVED ME??"]
"I'm starting to." "This is ridiculous. Blaming ME, of ALL people—"
"We DON'T even HAVE a plan." "What exactly are we SUPPOSED to do...? We don't even know WHO'S behind moving the STUPID little doll."
"Why is moving the doll of all things that important to you...? I thought we were only focusing on the Soul Power...?"
"Oh, SURE. Of COURSE figuring out who's been MESSING with me ISN'T important. Why WOULDN'T it be...!?" "I've been peeked at in the shower. This doll's been randomly moving position. The TV magically turned itself on this morning."
"You were peeked at in the shower...? That's pretty low."
"Yeah, no kidding. And I bet I know who did it."
"I hardly think this is the time for such a trivial exchange, you two." "Honestly, (Y/n)'s stressed out enough as it is—"
"—Oh YEAH, because you're SO much better, AREN'T you—!?" "ALWAYS pretending to be super-duper pleasant ALL the time—!"
"Oh, I might actually be enjoying this mini war bubbling around us all~"
"(Y-Y/n)...? A...Are you a-alright...?" "(Y-Y/n)...? W...W-What was that for...?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." "But MAYBE that WOULDN'T have HAPPENED if you didn't CONSTANTLY try and SMOTHER me ALL the FREAKIN' TIME...!"
"I...I-I'm sorry, (Y/n). I...I had no idea you felt that way...r-right now."
"YEAH...! I DO...! Because I'm not ONLY being peeped at in the shower, and being stalked, NOBODY else seems to even GIVE a damn about—!" Before you could even finish your complaint, Michael gripped one of your shoulders and shoved you forcefully against one of the hallway walls; using his right hand to slam the tip of his kitchen knife inches next to the side of your head.
Because although the pale-masked male remained mute, his reckless reaction and pained glare spoke much louder than simple words ever could. He was showing that he did care. And that he was more than willing to prove his innocence, no matter what it took.
—
"M-Michael...! Let (Y/n) g-go...! NOW...!" "Y-You could've...Y-You could've H-HURT her...!"
"Damn STRAIGHT...!" "All she did was LOSE her temper mate...!"
"There was NO need for what you just did...!"
"Well I mean she did just yell at us all~" "If my character design wasn't so developed, I would've lost my temper and snapped right back~"
"Oh yeah, because your personality is SO well-written."
Stupid everyone. You were being stalked - again - and they were more focused on fighting.
"See you guys later."
"W-Wait...! Y...You can't go yet...!"
"Norman, I thought we'd been through this already. I'm allowed my freedom, as long as I agree to hang out with all of you guys."
"That is indeed very true, my dearest (Y/n)." "We did in fact promise you precisely that."
"Thank you."
"Now WAIT just a minute—!" "WHO said you could just WALK through the forest alone, sweetie-kins...?"
"I did." "It's funny how you didn't recognise my authority earlier."
"ᔕTIᒪᒪ, TᕼE ᖴOᖇEᔕT Iᔕ ᗪᗩᑎGEᖇOᑌᔕ. YOᑌ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᒍᑌᔕT TᗩKE Oᖴᖴ ᗷY YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ. YOᑌ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ KᑎOᗯ TᕼIᔕ ᗷY ᑎOᗯ. ᗯᕼETᕼEᖇ YOᑌ ᒪIKE TO ᗩᗪᗰIT IT Oᖇ ᑎOT. ᗯᕼᗩT TᕼE ᖴᑌᑕK ᗯEᖇE YOᑌ TᕼIᑎKIᑎG ᒍᑌᔕT ᑎOᗯ? ᒍᑌᔕT TᕼEᑎ? ᕼOᑎEᔕTᒪY (Y/ᑎ)<3 YOᑌ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ'ᐯE ᗷEEᑎ ᔕEᖇIOᑌᔕᒪY ᕼᑌᖇT." [A/N: "STILL, THE FOREST IS DANGEROUS. YOU SHOULDN'T JUST TAKE OFF BY YOURSELF. YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW. WHETHER YOU LIKE TO ADMIT IT OR NOT. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING JUST NOW? JUST THEN? HONESTLY (Y/N)<3 YOU COULD'VE BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT."]
"Yeah, well I wasn't." "So can you please stop with this silly overprotection and just wrap up being my bodyguards for this afternoon...?"
—
"See you in a bit, Michael."
But even though he tried his hardest to hide his saltiness, you still managed to pick up on Michael's sour behaviour; the white-masked killer slicing one of Camp Crystal Lake's trees and making it fairly obvious about how he truly felt on the inside. Feeling worried, you did your best to reassure Michael and stop him from damaging the natural property even further - steering him and the other three away from the lake in general.
—
"(Y/n), dearest, why don't you...head back downstairs, and we'll handle the doll dilemma from here on out...?" "That way you don't have to worry about finding out the person...responsible for...cruelly trying to pester you."
"W-Well it had to be one of you guys...!" "I mean c'mon...! Jason's not allowed into this house - not to mention he was by my side the whole afternoon...! So who else could've entered my bedroom whilst I was at Camp Crystal Lake...?"
"Oh, so THIS is what this is all about. You're still scared." "You're still placing the blame on us because you're still insecure."
"I'm NOT insecure. I'm just...pissed-off."
"D'aww, of course you're not insecure, doll-face~" "After all, it's not as if you're losing your mind or constantly losing your temper, or anything like that~"
"Enough, Krueger." "Honestly. You are the worst source of comfort I've ever been forced to even stumble across."
"Ugh, whatever. It was probably either the FUCKING clown or the FUCKING stalker. This has got absolutely NOTHING to do with ME. Got that, bitch?"
—
"M-Michael does own s-several masks..."
"I can vouch for that. Considering you're a known stalker and the clown is a killer too, it's pretty obvious to everyone where your...certain skills lie."
"Well, like our precious (Y/n) plainly pointed out, it has to be one of us, right sweet-face~?" "I blame Myers personally~"
"Now hold on just a second—" "I-I don't know who to blame yet. All I know is that one of you did it while I was hanging out with Jason, and that is all—"
"Okay...! Okay...! Let's take this discussion down a notch...!" "We don't have enough clues to wrap this up yet, so if everyone could just—"
"—I-I blame Michael...!"
"—I'm not only going with Krueger, but those weak little Earthlings now too...!"
"—Sorry fuckers. I wish I gave an actual shit about what you guys think, but the truth of the matter is I just, don't."
"—I think the Clown did it...!"
"—Couldn't agree more, Stu...!"
"—GUYS...!" "STOP PLACING THE BLAME ON EACH OTHER, AND JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR A MOMENT...!"
"Didn't you just place the blame on Krueger an hour ago though...?" "And place it on Myers continuously during these last couple of days...?"
"Well, yeah. I...I did." "But that was out of stress. Out of pressure. And I am very sorry about that. But I'm positive we can figure this out."
"I'm certain we can as well, my dear." "Very well said."
"Thank you." "Jeez..."
"I still blame either the Clown or Myers." "I mean, come on, LOOK at those sorry excuses for characters—"
"Oh, you WEAK disgrace for an actual dream demon—"
"Everyone, please." "You two are both being completely ridiculous here."
"How so, bitch?"
"Because both of your speculations towards one another make absolutely no sense." "For starters, Michael and Pennywise were both escorting our lovely (Y/n) over to and from Camp Crystal Lake, just like they usually do. Therefore, unless (Y/n) noticed one of them disappear from her side during said time, Krueger's allegation doesn't add up at all."
"One of them could've moved the doll while she was spending time with Voorhees in the camp though, idiot. Didn't think about that, now did you?"
"I hardly doubt that. However, Norman, would you answer something for me?"
"Uh, s-sure...W-What's going on...?"
"As I recall, your room is directly opposite (Y/n)'s, is it not?"
"Y-Yep...Wait, w-what does t-that have to do w-with anything...? W-With the doll...?"
"Oh, nothing. I just thought that you - of all people - would've noticed somebody suspicious enter her room during the afternoon."
"Yeah...I-I would've." "One...O-One hundred percent. I...I would've n-noticed. B-But nobody did. The door d-didn't open or close, I d-didn't hear anyone e-enter her room, I...I didn't even h-hear the doll get p-picked up, or...or moved."
—
"Like apologise to someone. Someone important."