The day began well, as someone had been invited to the group... "So? What brings both of you here?" You tapped your finger on the table, staring at Michael and Brahms with Jason by your side.
The room fell silent, but the tapping made it clear that you were angry. You shifted your gaze to Michael, who was looking at Jason. "Tell me, Michael, how did you get Brahms out of the house?" You inquired, crossing your arms and leaning forward to examine Brahms more closely.
When Brahms saw your flaming orbs staring back at him, he stiffened. You added, lightly tilting your head to the side, "There's no way he'd want to leave his beloved home. "THAT'S SOMETHING I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU." He said as he shifted his notepad toward you, staring down the Crystal Lake killer.
You took his notepad and stared at the words on the page. "Don't tell me you two fought and made a mess at home that I just cleaned up a few days ago...?" You ripped the paper from the notepad and crumbled it, a menacing aura surrounding you as you stared at the two men.
"I-it's not like that..." Brahms shivered and waved his hands. Michael snatched Brahms' collar and shoved a notepad in his face. "WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO OUR BELOVED? NO. I MEANT MY BELOVED." Brahms pushed him back, and you were enraged because they had dodged your question.
Jason, who appeared unconcerned, tried to calm you down, but it didn't work, and he fell flat on his face on the table. Brahms growled at the taller male, "Your beloved? I met her first, and she'll probably end up with me!"
"Don't make me laugh! You both!" You stormed off, grabbing both of their shirts by the backs just as they were about to collide, leaving Jason standing in the doorway. Perhaps you could come back at a later date?
Both men made several comments and threats to each other on the way home. "WHAT DOES MEETING HER FIRST HAVE TO DO WITH WINNING HER HEART? SHE'LL OBVIOUSLY FALL FOR ME." Brahms exploded in rage. "What?! Her falling in love with you?" He exclaimed, clenching his fists as you dragged them both to the floor.
"THAT'S RIGHT. IF YOU DON'T MAKE ANY MOVE, SHE'LL END UP WITH ME." Brahms has now created a rival. Michael, on the other hand, has always been his rival since he arrived. He huffed and crossed his arms as if he were a child. "Once we get back there, both of you will explain to me what happened over the last few days." Your voice boomed in, perking up the men.
"Just like I said, F/N! Nothing else happened!" He whined, squirming in your grip. "DON'T TELL HER ANOTHER LIE, IF YOU DON'T TELL THE TRUTH, I WILL."Brahms, holding out his hands to prevent him from telling you the truth. You all arrived home and proceeded to your respective rooms first.
"You wouldn't dare, would you...?" He inquired quietly. Of course, Michael was wearing his mask, but Brahms could tell he was smirking behind it. "I WOULD." With no further responses from the other killer, they dashed through the corridors in search of you.
Brahms was just inches away from grabbing his neck when he tripped. He stood up and yelled, "Get back here! Don't rat me out, you traitor! You promised you wouldn't tell anyone!" Michael smirked triumphantly as he dashed to your door in a few more seconds of running.
A certain man tackled him just as he was about to knock. The silent killer tried but failed to pry him free. They both rolled around on the floor, fighting. Your face was irritated as you slammed your door open. "What the hell are you two doing outside my room?"
They took a step back and slowly turned to face you. "Weren't you both supposed to wait for me downstairs to get ready to clean this whole mess?" You said, pointing to the living room and scolding them for their immature behavior. "These men will never learn..." You exclaimed as your palms sweated.
At the far end of the couch, Brahms and Michael sat. "This is your fault." He said at the end, and all he got was a grunt in response. He yelled, "Don't just grunt at me, you bastard!" You drew their attention by stomping on the floor. You shoved a broom into their palm and said, "Now stand up and let's start cleaning your mess."
"Do I have to do this, F/N...?" Brahms inquired, clearly not pleased. You smiled as you snapped your head towards him. "Of course, dear." You said, your face lowering. "Now, get to work." "Yes..." While you were cleaning on the other side of the room, Michael kept casting a side glance at Brahms, who gave him a puzzled expression.
Michael shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention to his goal. He paused before saying, "I'll get you next time..." He muttered under his breath, "Fucker..." Brahms cried out after Michael punched him in the head. He screamed at you, "F/N!!!" You looked down to see Brahms crying and awkwardly pet him on the head.
Then Michael tried to get him off of you, but it didn't work out. Let's say you spent the entire day scolding both of them while doing the rest of the cleaning. You'd better teach them some housekeeping skills, or you'll end up looking like the maid you refused to be.
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Fanfiction- SLASHERS X !READER - ❝ We are truly meant to be, darling. ❞ As they smoothly dance, he says while grabbing her waist. Under the moonlight, their faces shone brightly; they weren't sure if they were soulmates, but a bond was forced between the two...
