Behind the Mask ~ Brahms Heelshire x Reader/(Y/N)

3. Worst Fears

You walked through the big front doors, and pressed your back against them as they closed. You took a few deep breaths, before staggering into the kitchen, finding Brahms in the same spot. You put the bags on the table, rubbing the back of your head and wincing at the pain.

You walked over to one of the cabinets, getting a plastic bag, then moving to the fridge, grabbing some ice and throwing it into the bag. You pressed it to the back of your head as you went to put the groceries away. 

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Brahms heard the taxi pull up outside and scrambled through the walls to see you. But as he stopped and looked through the slats in the wall, he didn’t know what to feel. When he saw the bruise on your neck he felt so, so angry. But he also felt sad, because he knew that you were in pain and that made him sad. He didn’t want you to get hurt. He wanted to hold you and tell you it would be alright.

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That night, you sat and read to Brahms in the library. As you got to a funny part in the book, you could have sworn you heard a laugh, so you stopped and looked around, but brushed it off and kept reading.

You carried Brahms upstairs and into his room, but then you decided to do something special for him. “Brahms, since you’ve been such a good boy, I think I'll sing you a song tonight.” You thought about it for a second, and then started to sing your favorite song. But, when you were about halfway through, you were interrupted by a scream coming from the wall.

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As Brahms watched you from the wall, marveling at the beautiful sound of your voice, he heard a small squeak. He brushed it off as just a creak of the floorboards or the pipes, but then, he heard it again.

As he looked down, his worst fears came true. A huge rat crawled across the floor towards him. He tried to just back away, but it was fast, and it latched onto the fabric of his pants, it’s claws ripping through and scratching his leg.

“AAUGH-!” He couldn’t hold it in as he screamed and fell to the floor, but he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. It was too late, however, as he looked through the slats and saw that you were now standing, eyes wide.

Tears filled his eyes as he frantically shook his leg, trying to get the disgusting thing off, but it was gripped on too tight and began crawling further up his leg.

Eventually, the fear overtook him and he turned his body to swing open the secret door that led into the closet of his old room and flung himself out, screaming as he fell out of the wardrobe, barely hearing you surprised shout.

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You stared in shock as the tall man fell out of the closet, screaming in what sounded like a child’s voice and shaking his leg as he crawled further into the room. Your eyes shifted to his leg, and you saw the huge rat clinging onto the fabric.

Before you knew it, you ran over and ripped it off of his pants, throwing it back into the secret crawlspace and slamming the door. You turned back around and saw that he had moved into the corner, his face buried in his knees which he had pulled up to his chest.

You could tell he was crying, but you were confused, since this man looked to be about 28, but his sobs sounded like a child crying. You slowly moved towards him, and as you did, he looked up and his porcelain mask glinted in the light, tear filled eyes gazing up at you. You realized quickly that his mask looked like a replica of Brahms the doll. 

“A-Are you okay?” You managed to get out through your still shocked state. He stared at you for a moment before glancing down at his leg and then back at you. “Y-Yes, i’m alr-right” His child-like voice was muffled through the mask, and it was shaky and breaking from his crying.

You crouched down in front of him, studying his messy hair and clothes. Then, the pieces slowly started to click. Brahms was never possessed. He never ate the food or wrote that note. This man did. Then, another thought popped into your head. “Are you Brahms? You know, the real Brahms?” He nodded at your question, and you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“So you’ve been moving Little Brahms around then?” He nodded again, still breathing slightly heavily. You also realized why those traps were set outside. He was afraid of rats. Just about then, you were hit with his smell.

He reeked of B.O and sweat. You hid any reaction to it, however and managed to give him a small smile. “Alright Brahms, before bed, how about we get you a nice bath. Does that sound okay?” He nodded and you stood, holding out your hand to help him up.

He hesitated, but took it, and you marveled at how tall he really was. His shirt seemed a bit too tight, and he had suspenders to hold up his pants, which looked too big. You eventually pulled your eyes away and walked off towards the bathroom, hearing him follow behind you.

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You were suddenly glad that you liked to wear baggy clothes as you looked through your drawers for something that Brahms could wear, eventually finding some sweatpants and a big sweatshirt. You walked to his room, placing the clothes on his bed and going back to your room. 

You felt yourself getting tired, and you sat on the bed, waiting for Brahms. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door open and Brahms hurrying out and back into his room. 

You stood and walked to his room, knocking to see if he was dressed yet. A moment later, he opened the door, and stepped back to let you inside. Walking over to the bed, you moved the Brahms doll to the rocking chair and moved the covers aside.

Brahms moved to the side of the bed and laid down, letting you tuck him in. “Alright Brahms, go right to sleep for me okay?” You smiled down at him as he nodded.

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As Brahms stared up at you, he smiled under the mask, reveling in the comfort of being this close to you. Then, he noticed you pulling back, about to walk away, so he grabbed your wrist gently. “Kiss?” He reminded you. Your face went a bit red, but you nodded and smiled at him again, leaning down.

You placed a soft kiss on the porcelain lips of his mask, lingering for a moment, before pulling back and walking to the door. He stared at you, breathing a bit heavily. He wanted more than that. As you closed the door, he could feel the growing discomfort in his crotch area.

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As you closed the door, you covered your mouth, feeling the heat spread across your face. Honestly, you had thought of staying with him, getting under the blankets with him and...You shook your head as you quickly shut the door to your room, trying to erase any of those thoughts from your mind as you crawled into bed and slowly drifted to sleep.

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AN:

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