You jolt awake, watching as everyone around you jumps from the sudden movement. Seconds later, the alarm goes off, making Danny jump again with a squeal. You can't help but smile, as Danny recovers and turns to you, Jason rising to his feet and Michael striding into the room. Brahms had been sitting on the sofa and was now standing as well.

"Sweetheart, how'd it go?" Danny asks, a hand on your shoulder. "What'd he say? You woke up on your own." You flipped a thumbs up and Danny's grip on your shoulder tightened, before loosening once more. He pumped his fist in the air with a 'yes!' and rushed gave you a big hug. "That's awesome! Freddy fucking Krueger is gonna live here!" he let you go, then turned to Michael without thinking, diving for a hug. Michael let out a growl, wrapping his big hand over Danny's head and shoving him away so hard he fell to the couch, onto your legs. "Woah, sorry Mikey! Got a little ahead of myself there!" Danny sounded happy, and you were glad. You didn't like him as much when he was stressed. "When does he get here?" Danny turns back to you, hopping to his feet as he does. Brahms approaches to stand beside Danny so all four of them are looming over you, intent to hear the news.

"I'm not sure, but it'll probably be soon." you say, your smile of success and excitement lingering. You hold out your hands, motioning for everyone to back off a little bit, and they do, save for Brahms, who just looms in closer, examining your smile. He jumps like a rabbit when Danny slaps his back with his hand, laughing,

"Ain't she pretty with that smile of hers?" he says, and Brahms shrinks into himself and backs away, embarrassed to have been called out like that. Your smile only widens still and you roll your eyes, standing up and stretching your legs. The feast from your dream had your stomach in despair. You were starving.

"I'm starving, I don't know about you guys." you sigh, pushing past Michael and Jason and heading towards the kitchen. "Come on, let's find something to eat for dinner." You weren't sure what time it was, guessing it was most likely around midnight. You were still fairly tired, but excitement, lingering adrenaline and pride kept you going enough to feed your murder men.

"Can we have bacon?" Danny piped in, slipping into an island chair on his knees and leaning on his elbows on the counter.

"At midnight? No way!" you chuckle, rolling your eyes and turning to the three silent boys. You wanted their input but didn't know how to get Michael and Jason to talk at all, and you were also sure Brahms wouldn't talk without good reason. "Help yourself to the kitchen, you three. Pick something for me to make."

"Wha- not my bacon idea?!" Danny whined, and you shot him a playful glare.

"We can have bacon tomorrow if you stop being a brat." you tease, and Danny silences, shooting a hidden glare at Michael as you see his shoulders shake with a classic 'haha Danny, suffer' chuckle. You watch the three quieter boys move methodically through the kitchen, digging through cupboards for a moment before 'conversing' among themselves, glances at each other's chosen objects. They worked fine together in the end; Brahms had chosen a box of mashed-potato mix, Michael had grabbed pork chops from the refrigerator, and Jason had grabbed a ready-made salad, one where you just had to mix the pre-chopped ingredients.

"This'll do just fine." you nod an approving nod and the three boys sit at the island with Danny, all seats now occupied. You'll have to buy more chairs or get used to the idea of eating at the dinner table. You never really had eaten there, preferring to eat alone at the counter away from your parents. As you started the food you quickly overwhelmed yourself, starting everything at once. In such a large quantity you had bitten off more than you could chew, and were frantically rushing around the kitchen to stop everything from burning.

"A little overwhelmed hon?" Danny chuckled, and Jason was on his feet in an instant, racing to your side to take over with the pork chops so you could prep the salad.

"Really? I can do it if-" Jason frantically shook his head, gently shoving you in front of the counter with the bowl for the salad. You smile, and nod your head. "Thank you, Jason. Learn from him, you guys. He's the most well behaved right now." Jason beams with the praise and Danny scoffs, crossing his arms.

"I can cook some stupid pork chops just fine!" he mutters, but doesn't move to get up and help. You're guessing it's because he actually doesn't know how to cook them.

"So, when Freddy gets her I'm trusting you guys to be nice to him." you raise your voice slightly to overpower the sounds of the sizzling meat on the stove. "I've got work to do and I can't always be here to babysit you and break up your little fights." you shoot quick glares at each man before continuing, "Can I trust you guys not to blow up the place?"

"Of course, Sweetheart! I can keep them under control-" Michael elbows him hard in the ribs and unbalances him enough for Danny to fall hard out of his chair, crashing to the ground with a shout.

"Wonderful control, Danny." you smile, nodding a thank you at Michael. He was like the mother hen out of the group; the huge, deadly, silent mother hen. Danny hops to his feet, brushes himself off, and sits in the chair normally.

"You're mean." Danny huffs, and you spot Michael nodding his head in agreement out of the corner of his eye, a clear 'I know I am'. You laugh again.

"Chaotic." Brahms' small voice is almost lost in the sounds of dinner being prepared, but you hear him just enough to make out his words.

"Absolutely." he was 100% correct, but you were leaning into the chaos, admiring it now, almost.

After about 45 minutes, dinner was done and plated. You wanted to eat with them all, but their masks and need for privacy obviously got in the way. Brahms was gone into the walls in an instant, Jason off to the back porch and Michael the living room. Danny and Freddy would most likely be the only ones eating with you; that is if Freddy would tolerate you enough to want to be around you in general.

"So Sweets, how you gettin' on with all this?" Danny asks as he lifts his mask halfway, showing off his stubbled chin and sharp jawline. He had pointed at himself as he spoke, obviously meaning the whole serial-killer hotel thing. You shrug.

"Honestly... better than I'd thought. I don't have to worry about robbers, that's for sure," you take a bite of your food. The pork chops are delicious. Danny laughs at your joke, then clears his throat.

"For real though, jokes aside. I hope we aren't ruining your life or anything." he finishes with a half-frown and takes his own bite of food.

"For real? It's... not bad. I enjoy having you all around, I don't get out of the house much and being here alone would drive me mad." that's not the full truth, to be honest; you couldn't possibly express your gratitude towards all of the people now sharing your home. The amusement and the security they all bring you, how kind it was for them to let you live. This brought your mind momentarily to Brahms. You seemed to be a magnet for murderers, and wonder if he's killed people too.

"So is Freddy just as cool as people say he is?" Danny asks with a light kick to his voice, showing just how excited he was to meet the infamous killer.

"I don't know if cool is how I'd describe him, but I can tell you'll like him. He probably won't like you, though. Just a heads up." you smile at Danny as he shakes his head,

"He'll like me! I'm impossible not to like," as if on cue, Michael stepped into the room with an empty plate, staring Danny down. You could sense the disagreement he felt staring at the Ghostface. "Oh don't kid yourself Mikey, I know you love me." he shot Michael a pair of finger guns before returning back to his food. Michael shifted his attention to you and held out his plate.

You stood from your seat and took it from him with a grateful smile, rinsing it and placing it in the dishwasher before sitting in front of your dish once more. Michael was still in the room when you returned, and was unzipping his coveralls, revealing a grey shirt underneath.

"Wow, Mikey I didn't know you liked me much!" Danny held out a hand as if to shield his eyes; Michael was insanely unimpressed, stopping his movements to deliver a withering glare. He then pulled a notepad from the inside pocket of the jumpsuit, your notepad, and a pencil.

"What's up Michael?" you tilt your head as he scribbles down into the notebook. It's extended to you and you read the writing with less difficulty than before. His writing is simple to decipher once you've done it once or twice.

You can't help but smile up at Michael as you return the notepad.

"Sure, just don't get hurt." You're glad Jason and Michael are getting along now better than before, but you're also surprised you aren't more disturbed to hear that Michael's clearly going on a killing spree. You're also mildly proud that you openly stated you cared for Michael's safety without even thinking about it. That told you that you really did care about them like you told yourself you did. Michael places the notepad back inside his coverall pocket, zipping it up once more. He pulled his blade from it's holster, examined it in the light, then made off to the sink to give it a good wash before his hunt.

"Ugh, I wish I could hunt." Danny huffed, throwing a quick glance down at his injured leg then shoving some mashed potatoes into his mouth, "Stupid leg can't heal any quicker, can it?" You'd almost forgotten about his leg injury.

"How is it? Not infected? I hope you're keeping it clean." your tone goes strict at the end, taking on a motherly undertone as you pointed an accusatory finger in Danny's direction. His hands flew up in a defensive manner,

"Clean enough, it isn't like I need new bandages every day!"

"That's exactly what you need!" your hands found themselves on your hips and you frowned. "You're like a child, Danny. I'll change them for you after we eat. You don't even take them off when you shower? It's been like, what, three days now?" He has to have showered. His silence tells you otherwise, and you sigh, shaking your head. You guessed all of the killers could use a shower. You really had to act like a mother, huh?

"Oh lighten up Doll, it's not like I'll die from a little unchanged bandages!" your furrowed brows told him what was on your mind, and he nodded, "Infection, right. Forgot about that. I'll let you change them after dinner." satisfied with that, you both return to your meals.

You finish and put your dishes in the dishwasher as Jason bushes open the back door and steps inside, placing his alongside yours then heading right back out again despite the late hours.

"What does he do out there?" you ask, watching through the back window as he's lost within the woods behind your house.

"He somehow got his hands on some trap equipment." Danny almost seems amused by your cluelessness to what's going on around you, "Rope, tripwires, nasty bear traps like the one that got me," he shudders, "Just don't go back into that forest without good reason and a keen eye. They're everywhere, it's like he's marking out new territory." You nod in understanding. Just like back in Camp Crystal Lake Jason is very territorial and overprotective, making sure no dangers got close enough to the house for you or anyone else to get hurt.

"Do you always know what's going on?" Danny hops up onto the table as you speak, lifting his cloak enough to show off his leg. He pulls the leg of his pants up to reveal the bloodied old bandages. The sight of them makes you cringe and shudder.

"I'm observant, and there isn't much else to do around here with my leg as it is." as he's talking, you try to think of the least painful way to take off these bandages. You couldn't think of one; this would hurt like a mother. Off comes the band-aid, just get him talking first. "I can't wait for it to heal all the way, I'm dying to-" He's cut off, letting out a mix between a choked scream and a groan as you grab one end of the bandage and rip it free from the medical tape previously holding it in place. He tenses as you unravel it, the bandage having been stuck to the sin, pasted with blood like it was glue. "Dying to-" he tries to keep talking, to distract himself, but it takes him a moment to get the words out as you unravel the bandage without stopping. Get it over with, you thought, for you and him. "Dying to stalk and... kill- it's been too long I-I'm afraid I'll get a lit-tle rusty." he finished his sentence just as you finish taking off the bandage. His leg underneath is a mess.

"This is bad, Danny." you examine it a little closer, gingerly tapping the unwounded skin in search for heat and infection. Much to Danny's luck, there seems to be none yet. "You're lucky." you mumble, standing up to grab a rag and run it under the tap.

"Yeah?" he leans forwards to get a look at his leg, "This is lucky? I'd think luck would be that it had healed. This doesn't look lucky." Danny doesn't seem disgusted, more annoyed with the bloody wound. That doesn't surprise you. He has to be used to blood.

"Well, it is. If it were anyone else it'd have a raging infection." it doesn't make much sense that his leg isn't infected. It hadn't gotten cleaned very thoroughly by you the night you returned with the fresh wound and Jason in tow, but you'd let it slide because you thought Danny had decent hygiene or cared about his own sense of cleanliness. The rust and the dirt and grime of the forest could not have been good for the wound. It truly was a miracle it was still generally healthy. "I'm going to clean it good. Don't go crying when it hurts a little bit," you warn, and get to work. Danny flinches as the cloth presses against his skin but you manage to hold his leg still, cleaning away the blood with gentle strokes of the rag. After three or four rinse and repeats, his leg looks more or less clean with no bleeding whatsoever. The stitches in his leg had done their job in holding the wounds closed and you could see that his leg was healing ever so slowly. Now that it was cleaned up it would heal much faster, though it would most likely scar.

"How long til' it's better doc?" Danny asked, examining the stitches as well; he even reached down and tapped one, flinching at the sensation.

"Bandages for another few days until Michael can remove the stitches, and then you go easy on it for another week. No more than two weeks, then." you cross your arms, knowing he won't be happy with that timeframe. You hear him start to speak and hold up a finger, shaking your head. "No 'but's, just deal with it. The time can't be shortened but you can make it so it takes longer if you don't follow my rules."

"Sheesh, fine ." Danny huffs, crossing his arms, "So are you going to change my bandages every day? That's the only way I'll be happy." of course he's threatening you with his own well-being. You roll your eyes,

"Fine," and before he can continue speaking you cut in and say, "But only this once! Get hurt again and you're changing them, okay?" Danny nods enthusiastically and you kneel down to dress his wounds with new bandages. Once you're finished, he hops from the table, landing on his good leg then placing his bad one down beside it.

"Thanks Sweetheart." he pats your head with his leather-clad hand, "Go get yourself some rest now, I'll get Brahms' dish in the dishwasher and make sure it's started." Danny spins you around and begins to usher you out of the room, rambling on about him doing the dishes being a one time thing just like you changing his bandages, "Now go straight to bed and if I see you awake I'm gonna be angry." you realize he's mimicking your motherly tone and you scowl, sending him into a fit of laughter. "Goodnight, Honey." he waves, disappearing back into the kitchen and leaving you alone. You sigh, then make your way upstairs towards your bedroom. You want a shower, but your need for sleep outweighs your need for comfort and you decide to shower in the morning. You strip off your day clothes and step into a big fluffy onesie, collapsing into bed and snuggling into the blankets with a contented hum. It felt nice to finally fall asleep knowing you won't have nightmares.