Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 31 How Could You

"I knew it..." He gritted his teeth out in anger, trying his best not to lash out at the cannibal in front of him. "You just want to hurt her."

Hannibal chuckled, "I'm not hurting her, in fact I'm not the one who's taking her to that Asylum for the mental... it's actually Mr. Wise you should be thanking, he's the one who used his manipulative tactics to make Mr. Graham put her in that institute."

He picked the blood under his fingers with a pocket knife, hesitating before placing it down in front of Freddy, testing to see if he would lash at him.

"I just need you to do your part and keep her safe, because your little tricks didn't work." Hannibal stood up from his seat, placing both hands on the table, looking menace.

"Putting those visions in her head while she sleeps, trying to give her sneak peeks of our plans to keep her here. It's not going to work Fredrick, the damage has already been done and we just need to wait." Hannibal said with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You know why I know you won't do anything to stop this..." Hannibal looked at Freddy with a straight face, the burnt man look up at him with raging eyes. "Why?"

"Because if you appear in her dreams to tell her the truth, she'll never believe you, she'll never be with us again. I'll do everything in my power to keep her there if you try to stop me." Freddy eyed the pocket knife, his fists shaking as he tried to resist the urge to stab Hannibal.

"You're fucking insane...Y/n will find out soon enough once she's with us again." Hannibal chuckled, finding his rage entertaining.

"Oh Fredrick, even if she does try to escape she won't get far. Everyone besides you of course, will never try to go against me. Everyone here, everyone in his house, is desperate to have Y/n in their arms...which is why when I told my plan no one debated against me."

Freddy was too blinded by rage, not comprehending the fact that he had grab the pocket knife and dug it into Hannibal's shoulder, slamming him against the wall repeatedly out of anger.

Hannibal chuckled, blood gushing from his mouth as he pulled out his own knife from under his crisp, ironed pant leg.

He stabbed it into Freddy's cheek making him to a double take, pushing away from Hannibal to pull out the knife out from his cheek, the remaining taste of blood and steel.

"You're weak Fredrick..."Hannibal panted, holding his wounded shoulder, "Not enough souls...it's cause you've been busy watching Y/n."

Freddy growled in anger, his hand clenching his cheek as blood and flesh poured from his hand.

Despite his desire to rip Hannibal to shreds he simply retreated, disappearing to go to his dreamrelm to retrieve more souls to satisfy his powers.

Leaving Hannibal alone with his greed and lust to see Y/n.

"Soon...we will see each other once enough damage has been done. You'll never leave again Y/n.

Never again

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