"How...!?" You retorted sharply, your cheeks glowing a deep scarlet as your humiliation expanded exponentially. "How do you even know that...!?"
"That's a secret~" Hannibal mischievously hummed, pressing his lips against yours a moment later and teasing you during the time being. "I just do."
"Okay, okay...! Let's just leave it at that and finish explaining to everybody...!" You exclaimed with even further embarrassment, breaking apart from his tender hold and trying to avoid his gaze also.
"Of course." He agreed softly, taking both of your hands in his as to give them a gentle squeeze right here and there. "Wouldn't want to keep anyone else waiting, now would we...?"
"Exactly...!" You nervously replied, shyness flooding your face while you tried hastily brush off your words with nothing more than a simple laugh. "So I'll be going back inside my bedroom now. Seeing as you already know where I'll be going tomorrow, I'll just leave you be, and—"
"Ah, ah, ah, I never said that I was okay with you leaving tomorrow, mio fiorellino~" The psychiatrist pointed out with dark amusement; your boyfriend placing your fingertips lightly against his lips and giving you an extremely gentlemanlike kiss.
"Well, whilst I appreciate the love and affection, I um, would really rather get to explaining - and just get it over with." You told him truthfully, hiding your faintly-blushing facial features once he'd acted so charmingly.
"G...Get to e-explaining...? E-Explain what exactly...?" Norman piped up in an innocent tone, not understanding what you meant or where your response was heading.
"So why the FUCK is everybody up here again?" Chucky questioned uncaringly, joining all of you in your bedroom and causing you to feel even more awkward. "It's kinda boring being left alone downstairs, doing absolutely nothing apart from watching the TV in the living room, y'know? Spill the mother-fucking beans already, why don't'cha?"
"Because I needed to tell everybody why I was leaving for a week, without anyone flipping out." You stressfully sighed, your next comment forcing Billy, Stu, Michael, Norman and Chucky to grow strangely surprised. Hannibal - obviously - wasn't, but that was because he already knew...somehow.
"You're leaving for a week...? The fuck...? Why...?" Chucky demanded to know coldly, glaring before drawing out his weapon and holding it out. "Why are you leaving me behind with these freaks...!?"
"Oh my, seems as though you don't want (Y/n) here to leave." Hannibal angelically cooed, purposely toying with the red-haired doll and trying to rile him up. "How...cute."
"God, I hate you." Chucky muttered under his breath moodily, his sulky attitude starting to show while he did his best to ignore the patronising slasher standing directly to the left of him.
"I think we'd all like to know why you're leaving for a week, tomorrow." Billy cut in with a sour expression, Stu nodding in agreement and adding fuel to the fire. "After all, you never actually gave us a motive. Or a real reason."
"Well, I was about to - before you two exploded - and then Norman took things the wrong way." You firmly stated, standing in the middle of your bedroom and facing everyone with false courage. "But alright, alright. The actual reason I'm...leaving tomorrow morning - for a week - is because I have to...fill-in for a friend. I have to...babysit a kid...for seven days. Somewhere in the U.K."
"Y-You're just...b...baby...s-sitting...?" Norman repeated with surprised glance, his eyes widening after he'd listened to what you'd cautiously told them all. "B...Babysitting...f-for somebody...in t-the...U.K.? F-For a...a friend...?"
"You're leaving...to babysit someone else's kid...?" Billy clarified bitterly, feeling betrayed and resentful both at the same time.
"Careful, Billy. Remember what we talked about." Stu comfortingly jumped in, giving him a hug and speaking to him all at once.
"But THIS isn't fair...!"
"I know it isn't—"
"We're being left behind AGAIN...!"
"Well, not exactly—"
"It's not like I'm a professional babysitter or anything..." You unhappily mumbled, Billy's reaction not making you feel any better about the whole situation. "I'll be stepping in for a friend, for seven whole days, and then I'll be returning straight back home. Okay...? That's all. It's just to take care of a kid. Nothing more, nothing less."
Scribbling his thoughts down on his notepad furiously, Michael passed his response over to your hands with a selfish and angry stare; his piece of paper causing you to release another sigh of dejection and pass it back to him irritably. "ᗩᗷᔕOᒪᑌTEᒪY ᑎOT. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᑎOT GOIᑎG ᗩᑎYᗯᕼEᖇE ᗯᕼEᖇE I ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᔕEE YOᑌ." [A/N: "ABSOLUTELY NOT. YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE WHERE I CAN'T SEE YOU."]
"How upsetting can seven days possibly be to you guys...!? It's just me...! I'm nothing special...!" You impatiently retaliated, huffing shortly afterwards before rolling your eyes.
"N...Nothing s-special...?" Norman stuttered with a tearful tone, his adoring attitude of you dancing into play the moment you doubted yourself. "Y-You...You really t...think that...y-you're nothing s-special...?"
"Well, I mean...While I'm grateful for the kind words...I just meant, I don't think I'm this important, y'know...? It's only seven days after all, and—"
"I, personally, think that you're of exceedingly high importance, mi amore." Hannibal disagreed with your words sympathetically, wrapping his arm around your waist and wanting to be as soothing as possible towards you.
"Of course you'd say that." You mentioned in a sarcastic fashion, raising your eyebrows and knowing that this wasn't going to end well. "You always act like you're some sort of charming, princely character, one who's been written to say things like that just to pacify somebody else."
"Careful, you sound like you're about to break the fourth wall or something." He taunted jokingly, his reply causing you to release a sigh and wonder how the others would react.
"ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE ᗪOᑎ'T GO. I ᑕᗩᑎ'T KEEᑭ ᗰY EYE Oᑎ YOᑌ Iᖴ YOᑌ GO ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᗩᗷYᔕIT ᔕOᗰE ᖇᗩᑎᗪOᗰ KIᗪ Iᑎ ᗷᖇITᗩIᑎ. I'ᗰ ᗷEGGIᑎG YOᑌ ᕼEᖇE." [A/N: "PLEASE DON'T GO. I CAN'T KEEP MY EYE ON YOU IF YOU GO AND BABYSIT SOME RANDOM KID IN BRITAIN. I'M BEGGING YOU HERE."] Michael wrote to you in a pleading scrawl, showing you his notepad a second or two after you'd previously finished your conversation with the psychiatrist.
"Michael..." You sighed his name in a troubled tone of despair, giving him his notepad back before moving back down and sitting on your bed. "I don't have a choice. I promised my friend. I'm not going to go back on my word."
"Eh, I don't give a shit. Do whatever the fuck you want." Chucky shrugged it off uninterestedly, turning around and heading back into the living room to switch on the television like usual.
"B-But why...!?" Norman dramatically wailed, flinging his arms around you from the side so he could hug you tightly. "W...Why would y-you agree t-to such a...such a t-thing...!?"
"Because it's just what friends do for each other." You taught Norman strictly, hugging him back so he didn't go overboard and emotionally break down.
"I mean we could just take Rose out and be done with it." You heard Billy murmur under his breath darkly, glaring at the floor and losing control like he did before.
"Billy, that's not a good idea. That's not what (Y/n) would want, now is it—"
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"Nice going, dick...!"
"What the FUCK did I do...!?"
"It's about what you DIDN'T do...!"
"Are you STILL pissed-off about that time I fucking hit you with the phone...!?"
"Slightly. But if you hadn't reminded her—!"
"I obviously didn't MEAN to...!"
"If you had ANY ounce of brain-power, you'd realise that what I was going for was called TACT, you FUCK-RAG."
"What, are you serious...?" "Where the HELL was the TACT there...!? You made us lose her AGAIN, idiot...!"
—
"Hurt Rose and I will literally hit you both with a phone." You threatened icily, your fury flaring up like before while you flashed a glare straight back at them. "You understand me? Because you'd better."
"How do you even know about that...? You'd left by then...!" Stu spoke in puzzled surprise, remembering the library discussion the three of you had conversed in and frowning from confusion.
"That's a secret~" You copied Hannibal's words from the past cunningly, behaving casual whilst also holding your hands together. "I just do."