You woke up as Michael shifted under you. Your head moving slightly. He starred down at you and Thomas made sure you were comfortable. Neither of them had moved much at all.

You sat up and stretched a bit. "I am going to go take a shower." you said simply and left your seat on the couch.

When you walked in your room there were boxes in the corner. They must have been the things Norman said they would send for.

You moved some of the boxes around and pulled out some pajama pants and a tank top along with some of your underwear.

You walked to your shower and began lifting your shirt when you heard a knock at the bathroom door. You opened it to see Michael with a piece of plasic wrap. He motioned for your hand.

You stuck your bandaged hand out and he wrapped the plastic around it, sealing it tightly. You smiled and thanked him as he disappeared back through your room and into the house.

You undressed and climbed in the shower. Slowly you washed away the sleep from your body and got out to get dressed.

You put on your comfortable clothes and walked back through the house and into the living room. No one was there but you settled back onto the couch and flipped the tv back on.

It landed on another scary movie and you began watching intently. A jump scare popped up and made you scream and hide your face in your hands.

You heard thundering footsteps and Jason appeared in the doorway. He looked from you to the tv and his chest rose and fell again with silent laughter.

"It really got me." you said laughing and holding your chest. He nodded and left the room. You knew it was so strange that this had to be your new normal but here you were, surrounded by killers.

You checked on the laundry and finished folding some of it. You seperated what you thought was each slasher's and began delivering baskets to each room.

You first walked to Norman's room, you knocked. He answered the door in seconds smiling when he saw you. "Thank you," he said taking the basket and shutting the door back.

You grabbed Jason's basket and carried it back down the hallway, knocking on his door. Immediately the door opened and Jason looked down at you puzzled. He helped you take the basket from your hands and sit it down.

He signed thank you. You smiled and signed back. He was thrilled to see you knew ASL and returned back to what he had been doing in his room.

You pulled Michael and Thomas's baskets down the hallway at the same time since they lived next to each other. You knocked on Michael's door first. There was no answer.

You pushed the door open to see him sitting at his desk listening to music through ear buds. You walked inside pulling the basket behind you. You peeked over his shoudler to see him drawing. It was a portrait of you.

You tapped him on his shoudler and he flailed his arm back. He ripped his headphones out and slammed the sketchbook shut.

You let out a giggle and smiled at him, scooting the basket to the end of hid bed. "I really like your art." you said with another smile as you left the room. You could feel his blush from outside of his mask.

Finally you pulled Thomas's basket through his open door. He sat on his bed fiddling with notebooks. You smiled and he stood to help you with the basket.

One thing you noticed about Thomas, he was a gentleman. He didn't like for you to have to raise a finger and therefore he did a lot for you.

"What were you writing?" you asked. He grabbed the notebook and opened it to a page. It was words. Different pronounciations and spelling. "You're learning!" you said with a smile. He nodded enthusiastically.

It was evident he did not know much verbal communication but he was practicing and you were all for it. "Good job." you said with a friendly smile, turning to leave the room.

He grabbed your non-injured hand and pulled you back a bit. "Yes Thomas?" you asked. He looked through his book for a second and closed it looking back to you.

"Goodnight, y-y/n." he said with a small stutter. "Goodnight Thomas." you smiled, standing on your tip toes to kiss his temple.