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Brahms x kid!reader - Another kid

(No pedofilia in the chat I don't want to see that here)

Your parents and the Heelshire's were good friends. Mom and dad often took you with them for a lunch at the Heelshire mansion. You were always so bored going there though...
The only interesting thing was the big porcelain doll Mrs Heelshire always dragged around. A beautiful boy dressed in a suit with pale skin. She called him Brahms. But you were not alowed to play with him.
You eighter had to sit still and not move, or you went for insane long walks outside, with the family. Neighter was fit for your tiny legs.

This time though, both the old couple and your parents were on a walk through the house.
You decided to slowly distance yourself, more and more, until they lost you without knowing.
You let out an exited giggle, now you finnaly get to have fun.
You quickly ran through the house, sliding on the floor and looked around to your hearts desire.
As you trotted around, you saw stairs. With a bit of trouble, you slowly made your way up. This house was huge!
You turned right and imidiately went into the first room.

When you bust in, all your child adrenaline was replaced with slow amazement.
The room seemed like a kids room.
There was a tiny bed at the wall to your left and a drawer in front of you, with old toys on it.
You imidiately made your way to it, and grabbed onto a metal duck.
It was very dusty and unfortunately didn't work. But in any case, it was very nice. You looked up from the toy, something else imidiately catching your attention.
It was a door. A door in a wall that didn't exactly look like any other in the house. It was around your size and was the same color as the wallpaper. You crouched down, putting the duck on the floor, and stepped over it.
You got to the door, and with a little bit of trouble, opened it.

It lead... well into a wall. It was really dark and scary in there. There were a bunch of cobwebs at the top and the walls were sometimes really tight.
Perfect for a spooky adventure!
You braverly smiled to yourself and went in.
It was cold in this hiding spot.
Cold and scary.
But you wouldn't let this simple obstacle get you down from your adventure.
You ended up finding something like stairs. You carefuly climbed to the top and made several turns. This place was a maze!
You ended up walking into a whole new room.

The celing was shining with christmas-like lights and there was also a whole bunch of chairs along with a tea table in the middle.
There was mess of clothes and paper everywhere.
Something like a writing table was near the entrance, and a bed was in a corner all the way to your left.
Everything looked like a great hiding spot.
You entered more in, to get a better look around. There was an old, dusty carpet under your feet. If it were clean, it sure would look good.

A quiet gasp tugged you out of your adventure. You looked up to see a large man staring back at you from another "doorway". His face was frozen... like stone.
He had a mask on, that's what it was.
He was really tall and had a raven's nest for hair.
"Hello" You said, a neutral expression on your face. You were always taught to say hello when meeting someone.
Brahms didn't know what to do. His breathing sped up slightly.
A child. A child within his walls. He knew who you were, you always visited his parents. You're (Y/n).
His father told Brahms he can do whatever he wants in the walls. Whatever he wants means killing too. Killing strangers who enter his walls seemed like the smartest option.
He can't have you run away.
He can't have you tell anybody.
But it's been so long since he's seen another child.
"Hello" His voice suddenly spoke up. He had that peepy, child-like voice on.
Brahms looked behind himself, as if to check if anybody else is there. Noone.
"What're you doing here?" He asked, his Brittish accent smearing over every word.
"I... I got here by an accident" You suddenly got a chilling feeling that you shouldn't be here anymore.
Brahms crouched down, to be more at your level, but kept his distance. For now.
"You're (Y/n)?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yes" You nodded, nervously fondling your clothes in your hand.
"I'm Brahms" The other boy said, tapping his chest. You opened your mouth slowly and pointed to the floor. Before you could ask if he's the same brahms like the doll, he interupted you with a nod.

"You shouldn't be here small (Y/n)" Brahms said as he crept closer. You looked behind yourself, trying to remember how to get out of here.
"I think I'm lost..." You took a couple more steps away.
A certain dark side in the young Heelshire's body had an insane impulse to grab onto that tiny neck of yours and snap it.
But the other wanted to be a friend.
"You should go. Yes" Brahms nodded, holding onto a wooden beam, about a meter away from you.
You turned back, really not remembering how to get out.
"Could you show me the way out Brahms?" You turned back to him, only to find him standing basicaly right in front of you.
"Yes..." Brahms quietly said, reaching out for your hand. You untrustingly grabbed his finger and followed hin through.
The way seemed much longer this time. You took various turns and twists, getting out into the kid's room again.

"Thank you" You simply, smiled letting go of his finger.
Brahms was restraining himself really badly as to not hurt you.
"You're welcome" His childish voice said. You only politely bowed down, and started skipping away.
Brahm's heart pumped in his chest, he quickly lept out of his small doorway, and surprisingly loudly asked you.
"Would you want to play with me someday?"
It was the boy inside Brahms that laid the question. He was so lonely in the walls, and another kid that could be a friend appeared.
You smiled and gave him a bunch of nods. "Next time!" You said, before running out of the room.

That was the begining of a nice friendship between you and Brahms Heelshire. The boy who lived in the walls.
Your favorite game was hide and seek. You'd run around the house, hiding somewhere, and a knock on the wall signalized that he found you.
Brahms enjoyed more of tag in the walls. Although he had much more advantage with his size and knowing the lay of the land.
No matter, going to the Heelshire mansion was never boring.

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