Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 72: Soothing Sympathy]

Once you'd done that, you fell down to your knees and hid your face in your hands; bursting out into tears whilst you wondered what on Earth just happened. Was that Pennywise merely messing with your emotions...? Did you just...shriek at Norman...? No...No...That wasn't your fault. That couldn't have been your fault. Now could it...? After all, he was going to hide the truth from you again. Hannibal was just...Hannibal was just trying to give you some insight. Wasn't he...? Minutes ticked by like seconds while you continued to cry, growing genuinely more and more upset. But then a hand suddenly touched your shoulder, causing you to grow swiftly defensive.

"I thought that door slam was fairly obvious that I DIDN'T want you to come anywhere NEAR—" Spinning around, your voice hurriedly died out; your eyes widening with surprise as you tiredly stared over at Michael. "Me...?" You expected him to be somewhat aggravated - or at least annoyed - by your earlier actions, but all the stalker did was give you another one of his classic head tilts; almost as if he didn't understand your random explosion of animosity.

"I ᑕᗩᗰE TO ᑕᕼEᑕK Oᑎ YOᑌ. TO ᔕEE Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE OKᗩY. YOᑌ OKᗩY?<3" [A/N: "I CAME TO CHECK ON YOU. TO SEE IF YOU WERE OKAY. YOU OKAY?<3"] Michael carefully wrote, passing the notepad over to you while the two of you both sat down on the bed.

"I...I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Glossing over how you really felt, you held the notepad in the slasher's direction with one hand and leant your chin on your other one; not wanting to talk about what had just occurred. "What happened earlier was my own fault. I...I shouldn't have gotten so angry anyway."

"ᗯᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎEᗪ EᗩᖇᒪIEᖇ ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᑌᒪT. YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE ᔕᑕᗩᖇEᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕEᗪ-OᑌT. ᕼᗩᑎᑎIᗷᗩᒪ TOᒪᗪ YOᑌ TᕼE TᖇᑌTᕼ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOᖇᗰᗩᑎ TᖇIEᗪ TO ᕼIᗪE IT. YOᑌ ᗪIᗪᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎT ᗩ ᖇEᑭEᗩT Oᖴ ᒪᗩᔕT TIᗰE. ᔕO ᑎO, TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᑌᒪT. ᗪOᑎ'T TᕼIᑎK ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT." [A/N: "WHAT HAPPENED EARLIER WASN'T YOUR FAULT. YOU WERE SCARED AND STRESSED-OUT. HANNIBAL TOLD YOU THE TRUTH AND NORMAN TRIED TO HIDE IT. YOU DIDN'T WANT A REPEAT OF LAST TIME. SO NO, THAT WASN'T YOUR FAULT. DON'T THINK LIKE THAT."] Michael replied after a few minutes, his messy and overprotective words being unexpectedly comforting to you.

"B...But I...I lost my temper. I shouted at Norman...! I left the room like a...like a little kid...!" You pointed out in a trembling voice, feeling ashamed of what you did as you unhappily wiped at your eyes.

The silent male merely shook his head, an amused glint flickering across his gaze whilst he hugged you by the waist for a couple of minutes. Then, he began writing something else, still finding your remark to be relatively funny. "EᐯEᖇYOᑎE ᒪOᔕEᔕ TᕼEIᖇ TEᗰᑭEᖇ (Y/ᑎ). YOᑌ ᕼᗩᗪ EᐯEᖇY ᖇIGᕼT TO ᔕᑎᗩᑭ ᗩT ᑎOᖇᗰᗩᑎ ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗩᒪᒪOᗯEᗪ TO ᔕᕼOᗯ ᑭEOᑭᒪE ᕼOᗯ YOᑌ ᖴEEᒪ. ᗷOTTᒪIᑎG ᑌᑭ YOᑌᖇ EᗰOTIOᑎᔕ ᗯOᑎ'T ᗪO YOᑌ ᗩᑎY GOOᗪ." [A/N: "EVERYONE LOSES THEIR TEMPER (Y/N). YOU HAD EVERY RIGHT TO SNAP AT NORMAN LIKE THAT. YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SHOW PEOPLE HOW YOU FEEL. BOTTLING UP YOUR EMOTIONS WON'T DO YOU ANY GOOD."]