#i loveeeee lesser of two evils trope

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine hiding behind your usual attacker because another one, a worse threat, is after you and your villain won't let that happen. Because you are theirs.

Hiding behind Freddy's back hoping he has something clever up his sleeve, because he always has something clever up his sleeve, it's usually awful but right now you're counting on it.

You have a knife in your hand and part of you is ready to jam it between his shoulder blades as soon as the other one (Freddy, as well, but not Freddy- darker, uglier, something inconceivable about him... ) is not an issue anymore but another part of you is holding onto it to protect him with.

When he glances back at you with a devious smirk and an evil glint in his eye that you're all too familiar with and asks you if you trust him- you even say you do. You're even genuine.

Otis tells you to go to the other room and you do as you're told for once. If he had told you to lay down and play dead on your stomach, you would have done it. This is not a time to argue with him- you know he doesn't want anyone else killing you but him, and right now Foxy is in a terrifying mood where he will, just to spite his brother. You were already slashed with a knife Foxy threw at you, the wound deep through your arm and soaking your shirt with blood so it sticks to your skin. When Otis comes into the room later, he has alcohol, a needle and string.

Against your much better judgement, because you're shaken and Otis is familiar, and right now he has no malice in his eyes, you let him take that needle to your skin and stitch you up. You even take a drink with him afterwards, like old friends.

You know very well that the man in the Ghostface costume is the same one that's been harassing you, chasing you, attacking you for the past week- and the fact that he's slipped out of a dark corner in your home just now when you thought you were alone, should be terrifying.

But when they quickly and efficiently slice the neck of a burglar who was about to grab you, you take the moment to breath out a sigh of relief, regroup, swallow down the terror you just felt (So much more than you ever feel recieving a call from Ghostface)... instead of run. He doesn't move to hurt you at all. Just stands there, watching you.

Something about it is comforting.

When a 'visitor' to Ambrose takes a liking to you and tries to take something that you were not offering, you find yourself wishing Bo was there. You actually call for him, cry out for him in a very desperate moment when you need someone- and somehow he's there just in time. How? He was probably stalking you, watching you... but you don't care. You're thankful he was. He wrenches the man off of you and you feel a swell of warmth (Gratefulness? Relief? ... Pleasure?) watching him slam the guy against a wall.

When he growls out that you're his, something you certainly are not and shouldn't even consider going along with, something that isn't even necessary because he's going to kill the guy anyway, something unhealthy and terrible and gross- you don't know why but your mind goes absolutely blank and you breath out... yes.