Your parents came stumbling downstairs an hour later, reeking of marijuana and high as the stars themselves. It wasn't safe for them to drive high, but you wanted them and their rotten habits out of your house for a while. You had retreated into the kitchen when you'd heard them exiting your room, hoping to avoid interaction, but them screaming your name drew you straight back towards the front door.

"Honey, your father hurt his back a few days back and I don't want him carrying the boxes from his office." your mother said lightly, batting her lashes with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I already told you, my back is-"

"Oh hush, I don't want you hurt!" your mother playfully hit your father on his shoulder, then turned back to you. "I was wondering if your sweet Danny would mind giving us a hand?" Your mother gripped the bottom hem of her loose coral-coloured T-shirt, her voice a sickening coo. Before you could answer with an immediate 'no!' Danny was behind you, taking your hand.

"I wouldn't mind one bit," your mother's eyes brightened, and you flinched with hurt, but Danny continued, "but," you let out a sigh of relief, "I'll be bringing (Y/N), too. She needs to get out of the house for once!" you tense again, you squeezed his hand tightly, and he just returned it with a much softer squeeze, a 'don't worry, I have something up my sleeve'.

"How perfect!" your mother said, voice an octave or two too high to actually be enthusiastic, "Come now, out to the car, we can't waste any time!" the formal, almost regal way she spoke made you want to puke. You prayed Danny wasn't falling for her act. You prayed he smelled the drugs wafting on her breath with every word. You prayed he found it disgusting like you did.

"Just one moment, I've got to speak to (Y/N) before we go." Danny's smile, though it was fake, was much, much more convincing than any that your parents wore. He turned, dragging you away by your hand. You follow eagerly, confused by everything he's doing. He knows you hate your parents, why in the world would he make you tag along? "Sweetheart," he said at last, stopping in the living room as far from the living room door as possible. "Sorry for dragging you along. I'm sure you can tell I don't really want to be alone with your parents."

"Why'd you make us go in general?" you frown. You felt bad for even having thought that Danny should go alone.

"Jason's been trapped outside all day so far," Danny chuckles, "I want to give everyone some time to grab snacks, things to do, stuff like that, before your parents take over and they can't leave their rooms." realization hits you; Danny was just being a decent person, unlike you. You had been greedy to try getting out of this. It was necessary for everyone.

"Of course, I'm sorry." you nod, and Danny takes your hands in his, kissing the knuckles of each.

"No problem, Sweetheart. I'm sure you want to watch your mom hit on me anyways." he winks, spinning on his heel and dragging you outside to your parents car. You and Danny are in the back seat together, him muttering side-notes on your parents conversation about what work stuff was important.

"So we need that file from Mr. Carson?" your mother sighs, frustrated with your father's unclarity when it came to what you were exactly looking for.

"I know what I'm getting, just let me show you when we get there." he waves his hand dismissively, and Danny mimics the action, making you stifle a chuckle.

"Oh, oh Honey, guess what I see?" Danny suddenly smiles widely, gaze set on the rearview mirror between your parents. You follow his gaze, narrowing your eyes to make out the car following behind you. In the front seat... a man in a white, latex mask.

"Oh my god." you cover your mouth with your hand, craning your neck to look out the back window. Beside Michael, in the passenger seat was Freddy, Norman in the back seat. Jesus christ they were following you. "Why?" you hiss, turning back around and trying to act like everything was normal.

"They don't trust your parents, this is gonna be fun." Danny was desperately trying not to break out into giddy laughter at the thought of these killers lurking around. You were going to know they were there, you would be looking out for them but you couldn't interact with them. The look that had been on Freddy's face meant at least he wasn't going to make it easy for you.

"Oh my god." you say again, covering your face with your hands.

"Everything alright, sweetie? Carsick? Do we need to pull over?" your mother asked, shifting the rearview mirror so you could see her rather than the car behind you, filled with the slashers themselves.

"N-No, I'm okay, thanks." you smile, Danny still trying not to break out in loud, obnoxious laughter. Agonizing minutes past where you drove in a tense silence, Danny holding back the urge to howl away with amusement. At last, at long last you pulled into a parking garage and got out of the car. "Look at you, breaking your 'no leaving the house' rule." you elbow Danny gently in the ribs and he smiles, shrugging.

"What can I say, I'm one hell of a rebel." he runs a hand over his hair, then blows you a kiss, drawing an eye roll. "Michael's here to babysit, don't worry. And it isn't like we're getting mugged in an alleyway today." he punches you on the shoulder, making you flinch and gasp with feign-astonishment.

"Danny!" you hiss, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead, then smiling and letting it drop to your side. You rumbling of a car engine signifies that Michael was entering the garage. You needed to get your parents out of here. "Come on, let's get this all done and over with." you place your hands on your parents backs, pushing them forwards gently so they would hurry the hell up.

The opening of a car door, another, and another, then three slams, bam, bam, bam. You hurriedly usher your dad through the doors to the stairwell, the same with your mom. You're about to follow when Danny grabs your wrist, flicking his head to the side. You follow his motion, and spot Norman hurrying over to your side urgently, an apologetic look in his eye. Danny pushes past you to occupy your parents as Norman begins to speak.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was a good idea." he says quietly, and you just smile.

"It's fine, they're... very stubborn. I'm glad you came too, you can keep them under control." you laugh, and Norman smiles back, nodding his head.

"Okay, I'll keep them out of your way as best I can." he then turns and hurries off towards Michael and Freddy, both of which are leaned nonchalantly on the side of the car as if they weren't wanted serial killers. You watched them for a moment, catching Freddy's eye. He waves with his knife-gloved hand, smirking. You sigh, shaking your head, then turn on your heel and hurry after Danny and your parents.

"Wonderful punctuality, darling." your father says in a snide voice, sneering at you. You flash them a tight smile, nodding your head in a silent apology. "I thought we'd thought you better than to wear a face like that." your father's voice had transformed into more of a growl, one he always used before he'd hit you. One you knew very well. You cower in on yourself, lowering your head and playing with the nail of your thumb. Danny's hand was on your back, and upon looking up you saw him glaring daggers at your father who returned them at full force.

"Now now, boys, let's behave." your mother purred, moving to stand in between Danny and your father. She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes as always, then reached out to grab Danny's hand. "You're very kind to my daughter, Danny. I thank you for that." she held his hand a little too long, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. He didn't look awkward, but you could tell he felt bad you had to witness that as he rubbed circles with his thumb in your back for a moment before dropping both hands to his sides. You started up the stairwell, up to the third floor with aching legs. The building was dark seeing as it was a Sunday, your father opening the doors with his special keycard. He led the way through shadowed hallways to his old office, the biggest one on the floor seeing as he was the manager of this particular building (or was, until he moved. Now you weren't sure since you didn't care about him or his job.). He entered first, you and the others close behind. He flicked on the light, throwing his keys on his desk, his jacket on a leather chair and slipped behind his desk to dig through the drawers for files.

"(Y/N), can you go grab a box from the storage room to carry all of these files?" your mother purred. You nod, knowing compliance was the only way to make all of this mildly bearable, and turn to head to the storage room. You know where it is from a 'bring your kid to work' day when you were seven or eight, and a few times when you'd had to come pick him up after work when he got wasted or high with his friends during work hours like the irresponsible person he is.

"I can-" Danny tries to take the job instead, but your mother cuts him off.

"Actually, Danny, you need to come along with me to the filing room. I know which ones to grab from in there but I don't have enough hands to carry them all!" your mother then giggles like she's some sort of comedian, Danny chuckling along with her through his growing discomfort.

"I-I can do that." he smiles, throwing you a quick, almost unnoticeable glance of guilt. You smile tightly, spinning on your heel and exiting the room before letting out your frustrated sigh. You hear your mother's loud, high-pitched flirting voice and Danny's low, uncomfortable responses as you storm away into silence, relishing the darkness of the office. You open the door to the storage room, immediately letting out a yelp of surprise as Freddy jumps from the darkness. You weren't in the mood for games like this right now.

"Fuck you Freddy!" you hiss, pressing the palm of your hand to your forehead.

"I mean, if you really wanted to-" out of the shadows from behind Freddy comes Michael and his slap of respect, making Freddy stumble forwards and almost lose his footing. "Ah, shit Myers!" Freddy spits, whipping around and pulling his glove back.

"Enough!" you grab his elbow before he can slash at Michael, and he relaxes.

"Fine," he sighs, "What's bothering you, kitten?" Freddy asks, turning away from Michael to focus his attention on you instead.

"Nothing," you shake your head, pushing past him and into the storage room. "Where's Norman?" you ask instead, desperate for a new topic.

"Oh, uh, not locked in the car if that's what you were wondering." Freddy leans against the shelf next to you as you search for an empty cardboard box. You stop in your tracks, turning to glare at him.

"Seriously? Poor kid!" you sigh, turning to Michael. "You let this happen?" Michael nods, and digs through the boxes for a loose paper and a pen.

'He was not stealthy. Would get us caught. Not safe.' you cross your arms. He has a point. You were now sure at least Michael had decent intentions, but Freddy had still obviously only done it so Norman wasn't in the way. You return to your search for a box, not finding any on the shelves you could reach, much to your luck. You groan, and step backwards. Of course, the boxes are on the top shelf. You return to the shelves, standing on the tips of your toes to try to reach them but you don't even come close.

"Move it, kitty. Allow me." Freddy shifts you aside, but you already know there's no way he can reach them if you can't. He's only an inch taller or so. Michael's deep sigh hitting against the latex of his mask is almost silent as he places a hand on Freddy's shoulder and basically tosses him aside, grabbing the cardboard boxes from the top shelf with ease.

He hands them to you and you smile, nodding your thanks as Freddy recovers from his staggering blow.

"Asshole," he mumbles, glaring at Michael who finds no use in glaring back. "Well, now are you glad we came along? I'm sure you'd have loved to ask dear ol' daddy to grab 'em for you." Michael hits Freddy in the back of the head again, knowing firsthand how much you hate your father.

"I'm glad Michael came along." you tease, "And might I add, you're a lot nicer in your Dream World." you wink, leaving Freddy scowling after you. He clearly didn't enjoy being called out for his softness, but you were determined to treat him just as he treated you; a tease. You slam the storage room door shut in their faces and hurry away back to your father's office. Upon entering, you know something's amiss. The anger wafting off of your Dad in waves was almost visible; he was seething.

"Fucking files being thrown out-" he noticed you had entered the room, "about fucking time!" he hissed, stomping around the desk and towards you, ripping the boxes from your arms. "We've only been gone for a few days and already you're like a fucking child again!" You stumble backwards as the boxes are torn away, and your back collides with the wall. You lower your head, avoiding eye contact as your father seethes with rage. He tucks himself back behind his desk and begins to place files inside the cardboard box.

"Y'know your fucking whore of a mom is trying to bang Danny right now?" your father suddenly says bluntly, making you snap your head up. Your jaw drops, and you try to find words but you can't. Your feet move themselves as you race from the office towards the filing room, weaving around the desks. You stumble into the filing room door, twisting the knob and throwing it open.

"-can't do this to (Y/N) !" Danny's voice rings through the dark space, and you race towards it, skittering through the narrow hallways the filing cabinets provide. You take a left, now facing the back left corner. Danny's head snaps up to look at you, his face a tomato red as your mother had him cornered, an obvious want shining in her eyes.

"Mom, what the fuck?!" you spit, diving forwards and grabbing the back of her shirt, pulling her off.

"Get your hands off me, (Y/N)!" Mom screeches back, slapping your hands away.

"Why the fuck are you trying to mess with Danny?" you glare at your mother for a moment longer before turning to Danny and pulling him into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Danny-"

"I'm your mother!" your mom grabs the back of your shirt this time, pulling you away, and shoving you to the floor. "What's yours is mine, you should know that!"

"Guys, guys wait-" Danny tries to step between you two, but your mother cuts him off as she grips tightly to his shirt collar and pulls him down into a kiss- one he frantically pulls away from, separating your mother and him as quickly as possible. You leap from the floor, moving to help tear your mother away. She turns on you before you can reach her, pushing Danny away. Her glare is intense, and her fists are balled at her sides, knuckles white. You feel another set of eyes on you, suddenly. Fuck no. Defuse the situation, and fast. Danny brushes his hand against yours, sensing the same feeling as you and knowing you had to do something before Freddy and Michael leap out and attack to defend you.

"You whore can't even respect your own damn mother?" your mom hisses, acid dripping from every slow word. She shakes her head in an utter disappointment, then spins on her heel and storms from the room. Just as her back is turned your spot Michael approaching slowly from the corner, his dangerous gaze set on your mother. He bursts into silent motion, and you dive to intercept him, shaking your head frantically as he basically stumbles into you. Danny rushes to your side as well, taking your arm and staring up at Michael. The Shape's knife is clutched tightly in his hand, but he forces his grip to loosen at the sight of your pleading gaze. You and Danny wait with Michael in a tense silence until you hear the opening and closing of the filing room door. Only then does Freddy appear from the shadows Michael had previously been shrouded in.

"Y'alright, Kitten?" Freddy asks, glaring at the path your mother had walked in order to exit the room. You nod your head, and turn to Danny, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry." you pull your hands away to cover your face, burning with humiliation. "Let's go. We can catch a ride home with Michael and Freddy." your hands drop to your sides, flicking to Michael for a nod of confirmation; one he gives you in an instant, seeing how distressed you are at the thought of spending another moment with your parents.

"It's alright, Sweetheart, it's over now. Let's go." he takes one of your hands, lifting it and kissing the back of it quickly.

"Get a room." Freddy groans, crossing his arms and smirking as he successfully ruins the soft moment. "Let's fuck out of here, I'm tired." Freddy leads the way towards the filing room door, Michael behind him and you and Danny last. Everyone is silent (surprisingly, in Freddy's case) as you slip from the room, not making a sound as you head towards the stairs. You should probably tell your parents you're leaving, right?

"I'll catch up, just give me a minute." you sigh, breaking from the group. Danny grabs your hand before you can make it very far.

"Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod.

"I'll only be a minute." you pull your hand away, rushing to your father's office. You're only going to poke your head in, and then you'll leave. You knock gently on the door before opening it, your father sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands, your mother sitting in a leather chair with arms crossed and an entitled expression. "Me and Danny are calling a cab. I'll see you back at home." your tone is flat, and you move to shut the door when your father rockets from his seat.

"(Y/N), wait." you groan internally, pushing the door open once more. He slowly lifts his furious gaze to land on you. "Danny's a slut. He isn't good enough for you, and that says a lot." your flat expression morphs into a frown and you turn to face your mother.

"What did you tell him?" you hiss, your own rage building up inside of you. Mom flashes you a smug smile for a split second, and then it turns into a violated, sad frown.

"H-He came onto me! He was trying to assault me!" tears pooled in her eyes, obviously fake. You're stuck in place, stunned, disgusted. You just shake your head, and then you slam the door. Liar. Fucking liar. You have to go home, you have to kick them out or something. They don't deserve to screw up your life, to screw up the slashers life. You were going to kick them out. You storm away to the staircase, down to the garage. You spot Michael's car, opening the door and slamming it shut after sliding into the seat beside Danny. Everyone could sense your rage.

"W-What h-happened?" Norman leaned forwards, concern shining in his dark gaze. You shake your head, unable to talk about it right now.