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How would they react if you'd ask why they like you ?

Jason :

"Why do you like me ?"

The question took Jason by surprise and he stilled for a moment before raising his hands to answer you in sign language.

Like ?

He seemed genuinely confused and you wiped your tears away before explaining.

"Yes. Like. Everyone seems to hate me those days...How come you don't ?"

Jason didn't like to think too much about those kinds of things. He didn't care who liked him or not...Well, he did care if it was you.

But, he never really had to ask himself about it.

He shrugged.

Does it matter to...Y/N?

You nodded and Jason sighed before sitting down next to you. He didn't know what to answer, so he simply wrapped an arm around you and kept you against him.

He then removed his mask and smiled down at you—showing you that he trusted you before signing back.

I like you. No reason. Nothing. Just. Jason.

Somehow, it made sense to you and you smiled back.

"I see...Okay. Thanks, Jason."

Freddy :

"...What kind of bullsh*t is that ? Did ya really just ask why I like you ?"

You didn't answer. He perfectly knew what you meant. He didn't need to be asked again.

He seemed to hesitate for a second before finally sighing in defeat.

"Fine. Ya really wanna know ?"

You nodded affirmatively and Freddy let out a small sigh before grinning and ruffling your hair playfully.

"That's because you see me as Freddy. No one else. You see me. And that's why I like ya. Now, stop asking stupid questions."

...He hadn't really answered though ? But, it didn't matter.

You knew what he meant and leaned back to look at him in the eyes with a large happy grin.

"Yeah...I like you too, Freddy."

He seemed taken aback for a second, but finally tipped his hat at you and hid his happy grin from you.

"Yeah yeah...Keep talking bullshit and I'll actually start to believe it."

Bo :

Bo led your chin forward so you may look him in the eyes before he smiled.

"I may be a stupid country boy, but lord...would I go far and wide to make you smile. That's how much I like ya'."

His eyes screamed honesty, but you knew better by now and he must have seen the hesitation in your eyes as he scooted closer and framed your face with his hands.

"...Look at me, darls'. Come on. Won't you believe your Bo ?"

You didn't know what to answer to that. Bo was the liar. The lying expert of the Sinclair family.

His own brothers knew better than to trust him fully. But somehow, he always managed to play you like a fiddle and agree to whatever demand he had.

So, you blinked your tears away before nodding.

"Fine. Okay. I believe you."

Bo's grin widened and he kissed your forehead.

"Atta girl/boy."

You didn't notice the way his smile faltered slightly, or the way his hand tightened just a little around your forearm.

Truth was ? Bo liked to play, and you were currently his favorite source of entertainment. But, once that was over ?

He didn't know what would happen to you...But, as long as you kept believing—he guessed he wouldn't have to worry about it too much.

Brahms :

Brahms didn't understand. Had he done something wrong ? Why would you think that ? Why would you even need to ask ?

"Y/N...Hurt ?", he asked worriedly before giving you a long and sorrowful once-over.

Once he was sure you weren't physically hurt, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight hug.

He didn't answer at first, because he didn't know the answer himself. He didn't have a reason for liking you. He just did.

"Y/N...Nice...to Brahms...Never judge. First...First friend.", he finally said.

You blinked twice in shock before smiling and hugging him back.

"And I like you too. Thank you, Brahms."

He smiled happily. At least, he had succeeded in making you smile.

That was all he wanted. To make you happy.

Ghostface :

Ghostface gently ran a knuckle down your wet cheek and shook his head.

"Now now, come on...Don't you cry."

He then sighed before sitting down next to you and patted your head comfortingly.

"...See. You were the first to answer the question.", he finally confessed.

"...The question ?", you repeated with confusion and Ghostface nodded.

"Yes. Do you remember ? I asked you what your favorite horror movie was. And then, you told me..."

"I told you that I was already living in one. And that my favorite horror movie would be mine...", you finished for him.

You both chuckled at the memory. Ghostface had never heard that answer before and had then decided to keep talking to you.

And as it turned out, you were actually not that bad. So, instead of killing you—he had befriended you.

It kept him from sleeping outside, and it gave him someone to talk to.

"Say Ghostface...You never answered. What is your favorite scary movie ?"

Ghostface seemed to think about it for a while before turning his masked face towards you and you could feel that he was smiling underneath it when he answered.

"That would definitely be ours, Y/N."

Michael Myers :

Come here.

It isn't a request. You need a hug.

Michael doesn't have the time for terrible questions, and that is one very terrible one.

Why did he like you ? Wasn't it obvious ?

He liked you because you were true.

You had never been afraid of Myers and it made him feel as if there was redemption for him somewhere.

He kept you in his arms for a moment before grabbing his notebook and writing one important question on it.

Who hurt you ?

He knew that the question must have come from somewhere. He wasn't going to just stand aside and let this one go.

Myers was already eager to get his hand on a knife and make the impertinent pay for his poor judgment.

No one was allowed to hurt his family.

And as far as he was concerned ? You were family.

J :

"...You won't like the answer.", he warned you. But, you wanted your answer and insisted until he finally indulged.

"Fine. You're like me. You may not see it. But, you're like me."

"Like you...How ?", you asked—genuinely confused.

He chuckled to himself and knocked on your forehead a few times before answering.

"You got things in there. You see...I'm not heartless. It's because monsters like me got a heart and care that we become what we are. You care. Too much. And that's it. That's your mistake."

Care...too much ? You thought about it and realized that he was right. You cared too much.

"J...How do I stop caring ?", you finally asked him.

The question took him aback, but he was all too happy to show you as he put a gun in your hand and smiled from ear to ear while raising it to his forehead.

"The day you'll be able to pull that trigger ? Congratulations. You'll be one of the most dangerous people in all of Gotham."

You looked at the gun in your hand and tried to do what he asked, but couldn't. You then realized what he meant.

You couldn't kill J, because you cared too much about him.

When you lowered the gun, his smile felt almost sad as he clicked his tongue.

"~Ah. Too bad. But, predictable. And if you just could let go, you'd make the most ruthless of criminals...But, you got heart. And that makes your vulnerable. Easy to manipulate. The perfect little tool to be used by manipulative bastards like me. And that's why I like you."

He was right. You didn't like the answer, but you did expect it.

"Thank you for your...honesty."

Penny :

"...Like ? You're my friend ! Why wouldn't I like you, silly ?!"

The answer was direct. No hesitation. No thinking. It was just Penny in a sentence.

He looked at you as if the question itself didn't make sense to him, but it did. Of course it did, since he knew your every fear.

He knew about your abandonment issues, and your fear of being forgotten—that's what made him approach you in the first place.

You would both make your memories perdure far after you will be gone, or that was the deal.

You would write his story, and he would keep telling yours—or that was the deal you had struck for your life.

"Are we really...friends ?", you asked and Penny's smile widened unnaturally.

"What do you think ?"

Your eyes widened at his expression and you sighed before turning your eyes away.

"...I don't know. I really wish we could be though..."

Penny's smile faltered and he cackled before reaching forward to whisper in your ear.

"If a friend you seek, a friend you will find...But, be careful. Friends often do not last. Are you ready to risk it ?"

He offered his hand to you and giggled while you hesitated, but you finally took it and failed to notice the way Penny's eyes glowed yellow.

There was no turning back now.

Pennywise :

"I don't."

Your eyes widened at Pennywise's merciless answer and you stammered.

"W...What ?"

You hoped you had misunderstood, but you went cold the moment he repeated.

"You heard me. I don't like you."

"I...Didn't expect...", you tried to reply—but Pennywise cut you off.

"I don't like because 'like' hurts. Wake up. Getting attached is the very thing that will get you killed. It isn't worth it."

You were now starting to understand why Pennywise didn't like to say that he liked people, because he was afraid...He was afraid of getting hurt.

You smiled sadly at him before nodding.

"...I see. Thanks, Pennywise."

He didn't answer. You didn't wait for one.

The moment you were out of sight however, Penny crawled out from the ground and tutted.

"Now, it's not very nice to lie..."

Pennywise glared at him. He could pretend he didn't have a clue as to what Penny was referring to, but he was too tired to even try.

He sighed in defeat.

"They have to learn. That's the only thing that matters..."

"Huh-huh...And what about you ? When will you learn ?", Penny shot back.

Pennywise didn't answer, and he ignored the will to comfort you blooming in his chest.

Norman :

"Who made you doubt ?"

It wasn't a question. It was a death sentence.

Whoever's name you were going to say next would have a very bad ending.

You knew what he wanted to do, but you needed him to comfort you more than revenge.

He quickly felt it and didn't even need you to ask.

He leaned forward and grabbed your arm to pull you in his arms.

"Ssh...It's okay, my little monster. If it matters so much to you ? Then, I'll be sure to make them like you. They'll all love you. I promise."

He gently rocked you back and forth and kissed your forehead before closing his eyes and humming to you.

His voice was soothing and he helped you to relax against him.

"...Don't be afraid, my dear. I will always love you..."

Days later, the slashers would learn that the reason you asked was because your boyfriend had broken up with you and they made it their duty to right the wrongs...

By bringing you their head.

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