Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 59: Wrong Number?]

"(Y-Y/n), I...I..." "Okay...I'll definitely enjoy it. I-If...If it's with you."

"Excellent." You hurriedly interrupted, throwing Norman another happy smile before breaking free and starting up dinner for said night. "Happy to hear that."

"You'd enjoy it more if you remained patient and waited at the table, Norman—"

"N-No I wouldn't...! Y...You're just being n-nothing but a...nothing but a big old bully...!" Norman bursted out in retaliation, hatred dripping from his tone as his happiness dissolved into resentment.

"Alright, alright, let's chill out now. Why don't you get a glass of water, and wait for me at the dinner table...?" Trying to defuse Norman's frustration, you gave his shoulders a soft squeeze and then rubbed them; wanting to calm him down someway or another.

"B-But, he—!" The dark-haired male fired back fiercely, clenching his fists while acting more like a child.

"I think both of you grew a little heated during that minor argument." You commented with a serious glance; folding your arms and staring the two of them down once you'd finished cooking your food. "So let's not start the blame game, m'kay...?"

"Of course. I would never pull such an immature manoeuvre." Dipping his head as a nod and flashing you a sweet smile, Hannibal delicately agreed, moving his plate and cutlery over to the dining table before taking a seat himself.

"Thank you." You remarked in relief, watching as Norman sulkily stepped away from your body and sat down whilst he waited for you to finish cooking dinner.

After you and the others ate, your gaze curiously flickered over to the clock on the wall; Hannibal picking up on your distracted demeanour once he was done eating. "Is something the matter, dearest...?" He inquired softly, placing his cutlery back down before wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You seem a little...stressed out, all of a sudden."

"Oh, no...No...! Not at all...!" Shaking your head, you shyly disagreed; patting your lips with your own napkin due to not wanting to appear disrespectful or rude. "I guess it just feels a little late at the moment, to be honest..."

"Could it be that you're worried about Krueger and his over-the-top dramatics...?" Hannibal carefully theorised, shooting you another one of his charming smiles as you internally panicked.

After all, he wasn't wrong - his psychological speculation hitting right on the mark like usual. Then again— "While Freddy most likely IS starting to become all fired up, I probably should begin getting ready for tomorrow morning anyway. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I promised Jason I'd visit Camp Crystal Lake." You reminded them with a pleasant smile of your own; recalling one of your previous promises and intending to keep your word.

"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..."]