It was a sweltering day. Sitting in the living room with nothing to do, let alone something cold to drink. You darted your gaze between Brahms and Michael, only to notice that they were both staring at you. "What are you guys looking at me for?" Neither of them spoke in response to your question.
"Why are you both silent?" But no response. You sighed irritably and walked over to the refrigerator. You thought it was just Brahms and Michael when you heard footsteps behind you. "Do you need anything, do you want something to do other than sit on the couch and do nothing?" You inquired, not turning to face them.
You caught a glimpse of Michael writing something behind you now and then. "DO YOU THINK WE CAN GO OUT TOGETHER?"
You considered it for a moment, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. "Brahms! Get in here!" As soon as you said that, he appeared right in front of you, surprising you. He motioned you to continue by tilting his head to the side. "Michael and I agreed to go out; would you mind joining us?" You politely inquired, anticipating a response.
You raised an eyebrow as you noticed his eyes widening in response to your offer. He quickly shook his head, indicating that he did not agree with Michael's plan. "Is something wrong? What's the matter?" You asked, panicking while trying to come up with an explanation.
He fidgeted with his fingers as he looked down at the ground. "Do you want to tell me?" You pat his head, frustrated. Michael sighed and turned to leave the room, not wanting to hear his pathetic explanation of whatever he wanted to tell you.
He turned away from you, whispering, "Mommy said they'll capture me..." "No, Brahms, your crimes were already in the past; no one would recognize you anymore." You explained, rubbing his back to lighten his mood. You took a step back to give him room. He stood up quickly, causing him to fall back down. You laughed for a moment before returning to your serious expression.
"Now, Brahms, give it a chance. You might learn a lot from the outside." Persuading him a little more. "Definitely not happening." He finally hinted, leaving you alone in the room, concerned. You usually don't mind his responses, but that could change today. Your thoughts were mulling over various ways to persuade him. You shut your eyes and sighed as you refused to listen.
Michael was nowhere to be found a few hours later, most likely out killing the victims he sees. Brahms, on the other hand, was alone in his room, sitting in the corner, deep in thought. You were itching to go outside, but Brahms had forbidden it for some reason. You decided to check on Brahms after a few moments of wandering, hoping he wasn't mad at you.
You waited for permission to enter by knocking on the door. You were met with complete silence, so you decided to leave him alone for the time being. Your head landed on Brahms' chest when you turned around. "Hey Brahms, I just came to check on you. Where have you been?" You say, waiting for the childish killer to respond. Instead of responding, he gave you the silent treatment.
The sudden action perplexed you; he had never given you a silent treatment before. Maybe he's gone insane and just wants to be alone. Your heart tells you to give him time, but your mind says otherwise. You snatched his forearm in an attempt to get an answer. "Please, Brahms, give me an answer; you can't ignore me forever." You say, knowing full well that you can't and won't.
Your plan was shattered when he grunted back and pulled away from you. He vanished without a trace; perhaps he went back inside the walls? Now you're sitting on the couch, waiting for another thought to come to you. You groaned, oblivious to the fact that you are on a different level. How were you supposed to deal with a serial killer with a childish mindset? Michael should have returned by now.
Your gaze was drawn to the clock, which indicated that it was 6:00 p.m. You should probably make dinner in the hopes that Brahms will come out and explain why he's behaving so badly. You walked down to the kitchen and grabbed the ingredients, scanning the area for anything you might have overlooked. You started preparing dinner without realizing what was going on around you.
You place the plates on the table while preparing dinner. Michael has returned home, as you heard the front door open. He came to a halt and turned to face you. You gave him a wave before returning your attention to your own tasks. You noticed Michael had sat in his chair and remained silent.
"So how was your day out killing, Michael?" You questioned him. "IT WENT FINE, HOW ABOUT YOURS? SEEING FROM YOUR BODY MOVEMENTS, IT LOOKED LIKE YOU HAD A ROUGH DAY." Frozen from your spot, you glared at him lightly. Although he didn't seem fazed about it. "How nice of you to point it out." You smiled at him trying to sound polite, your face twitching once in a while.
"Could you please call Brahms for me?" He grunted and shook his head vigorously, refusing to carry out the order you gave him. You sighed and crossed your arms across your hips. "In exchange, we'll spend time together outside." You said as he quickly took out his notepad and began writing quickly. "JUST THE TWO OF US?" You exhaled before nodding in response to his question. "Alright, I suppose that's fine with me."
Michael, on the other hand, was giddy with delight. But it wasn't really obvious from the outside, so you wouldn't notice it. You were the most amazing woman he could ever have in his eyes. "Now, go get Brahms for me, darling." You hummed but he was taken aback by the sudden nickname you gave him, which gave him butterflies in his stomach.
You sat in your chair, anticipating the boys' arrival at any moment. You opened one eye and saw Brahms standing behind Michael, refusing to meet your gaze. You might wonder why. That is exactly what occurred a few hours ago. He slid into his chair and ate his dinner like there was no tomorrow. Before you could say anything, he sat up and turned to leave the dining room. "Brahms, sit back down." You ordered, but his emotions were all over the place.
"What if I don't want to?" "Then we'll do it the hard way." Michael, fascinated by the scene in front of him. He'd never seen you this enraged on the inside, of course. "Brahms, do you have something you're hiding?" "You don't understand." Brahms said, snapping their heads at you. "What is it that I don't understand?" You asked.
"You don't know how it feels...!" Brahms yelled at you, "Brahms, you don't have to take this seriously——" You waved your hands but were cut off when he said, "My parents are dead, but it looks like yours are still alive!" His comment made your eyes wide, Michael tried to console you but you softly refused, Brahms - realizing what he had said - tried to apologize, but you glared at him. Your parents were on a different level.
"Give the outside a chance; you'll realize someday." Michael glared at Brahms for making you miserable, and you hissed at him. It was upsetting to think that Brahms' intentions weren't supposed to hurt your feelings, but yet here you are. He is one idiosyncratic man.
You weren't crying, but his response broke your heart. You'd forgive him if he didn't know because you weren't that bad. For the time being, you should avoid him.
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