You walked into the living room, Thomas sat on the couch alone and you smiled, already devising a plan in your head.

You sat beside him and laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat and breath picking up. "What's wrong Thomas? Uncomfortable?" you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. He shook his head rapidly, not wanting you to move.

You moved your face closer to his, just barely any distance between the two of you. You felt him shift uncomfortably and smiled. "What's wrong baby?" you cooed. That did it. Thomas all but lept from the couch, making his way to his room.

He didn't want to fill you with dejection but he wouldn't be able to sit there much longer. You relaxed knowing one was done. As much as this was to get Freddy off your back it also gave you all the confidence in the world that he thought you were hot.

You got up and walked to the kitchen, dishes piling in the sink. You groaned, walking over and starting a chore. Michael walked in as you were scrubbing blood off of a kitchen knife and you felt his breath catch in his throat.

You looked over your shoulder, amused at how easy he was being. You thought he was going to be the one you struggled with most but here he was, already a flustering mess over a knife. You smiled and slipped the knife to the clean part of the sink.

He disappeared before you could even say anything. Two down. With already half of the guys handled you went back to the empty living room to relax. You knew it was mean to play with the boys like this but you had to do it, and it wasn't so bad if you had fun while doing it.

You dozed off a bit while sitting on the couch. Immediately your dreams were flooded with freddy. He appeared in front of you in the boiler room. He wasn't trying to scare you though. "You're better at this than I thought you'd be." he said crossing his arms.

You smiled, "They like me, what can I say." you said with a smile. He scoffed and pushed you off the railing which woke you up. You sat up in a jolt. Jason was on the end of the couch watching you.

He reached an arm out for you and you crawled over to him, sitting on his lap. "I had a bad dream." you said sadly. He nodded and rubbed small cirlces in your back. You laid your head on his chest and smiled.

Looking up at him you made eye contact. He starred at you caringly. Maybe you couldn't do this, use them like this. You stretched and the hem of your shirt rose uo just a little bit, revealing the bottom of your stomach.

Jason shifted you off of his lap and got up. "What's wrong Jason, don't you want to cuddle?" you asked. He shook his head softly and disappeared with embarrassment trailing. You giggled just a little bit as he left due to the unintentional flirtation.

Norman was the only one left. Just him and then Freddy would leave you alone. The only problem now was you were going to have three big and flustered boys until Norman was taken care of and then the whole house was going to be on edge around you.