"Alright boys, you stay here while I go to town for food supplies; I expect nothing to happen here in this household at all; if something does, you both better watch out." You lectured the males kneeling on the floor, your hand on your hip.
A grunt or a nod was the response you got. "Good, now behave; I don't want to see this place in shambles, and someone covered in blood." You said as you waved them off with your basket and straw hat. "I'll see you in an hour or so." You smiled, and you walked away. You rummaged through your belongings and held up a piece of paper with lists of items you three require.
You were relieved that Brahms didn't throw a fit, but you wondered if he was ill. You had no idea. Your hair and sundress were dancing in the wind as you crossed the small bridge. You clutched your hat tightly to keep it from flying away.
You looked up at the sky and felt at peace, and you wanted it to stay that way. You dashed into the market and took a look around. 'Bingo!' You smiled and clicked your tongue.
You appeared right in front of the stall owner and gave him a warm smile. "Hey! Could I have artisan breads?" You asked as he nodded and left you to look around the other stalls while you waited. You quickly turned around and grabbed the item after the owner tapped your shoulder. "That'll set you back $5."
Just as you were about to walk away from the stall, you noticed two familiar men standing in the corner, their faces puzzled as they examined the meats.
You tapped the taller male on the shoulder, causing him to snap his head and tremble as he saw you. You scratched your neck awkwardly, "Hey... remember me?"
Bubba, who was about to pay the owner, shrieks and runs behind his older brother. Thomas fidgets with his fingers as he looks around. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." You reassure him by patting his shoulder.
"How about we get to know each other?" You suggested, gazing at the two brothers who were mumbling and muttering. Thomas looks back at you then nodded in approval. "Great! I'll wait outside." You smiled, leaving them alone.
Bubba was technically relieved that they ran into you again. 'It must be fate, really.' He could've passed out there, but he wanted to make a good impression on you and Thomas, so he didn't.
A single drop of rain fell on your head shortly after you exited the market. You looked up to the sky only to find it dull and gloomy. When you extended your hand, it began to pour heavily.
You were soon drenched by the rain, and Thomas stood behind you, holding an umbrella over your head. You turned around and stared him down. You gave him a warm smile.
Under the umbrella, the three of you were walking. The only sounds were the raindrops on the parasol and passing cars. Bubba whined as he carried the items.
It appears that the way their names roll off your tongue is pleasant... You've been given a grunt or a nod indicating their names. "I see, do you need assistance, Bubba?" You asked as he paused and lifted his head.
With his arms crossed, he shook his head. "I-I see..." Thomas and Bubba exchanged glances from time to time. They wanted you to come to their house, but they don't speak English very well...
"Take a picture, it'll last long." You didn't look at them, but you could tell they were worried about how you found out, so you laughed and tilted their heads to the side. "You wanted me to come to your house, didn't you?"
They looked at you as if you had just read their minds, but they nodded nonetheless. You sighed as you checked your watch. 'Could you possibly extend? Do you think Michael and Brahms would mind?'
You chuckled and crossed your arms behind your back. Bubba clapped his hands joyfully, and Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. As you and Bubba followed him from behind, he dipped his head when you asked, "Would you mind showing me the way?"
You thought Bubba was cute, despite the fact that you couldn't understand what he was saying. You laughed at his cuteness. Thomas was slightly envious of his brother's ability to impress you without even trying.
A large abandoned house could be seen from a mile away, and if you were to compare it to the mansion you're currently living in, this one would win.
On their way back home, Thomas slammed the door shut behind them. Someone yelled from the living room, "I see, your back home are ya?" You were perplexed but entered the house anyway.
"Oh my dear boys, welcome back home!" You perked up and smiled as you heard a familiar voice. "I see you're here as well, that woman from my bakery!" She exclaimed, her hands intertwining with yours.
"I hope my boys didn't give you a hard time." She gave you a hopeful look and a sincere smile.
"Oh, no! They absolutely didn't! They're wonderful to hang out with." You smiled back shyly at the old woman right before you.
Her smile widened as she led you to the kitchen, which smelled terrible but you didn't dare to say anything out of politeness. "What has brought you here? Would you like some freshly baked cookies?"
"I don't plan on staying all night if it bothers you, I have someone waiting for me at home. Those men will cause a ruckus later on..." You muttered the last sentence.
"Mhm... well, did Thomas and Bubba say that they wanted you to visit our home?" She guessed, doing something that you can't seem to make up. "O-oh, yes they did! I didn't mind so here we are." You laughed, scratching your nape.
Suddenly, a new man entered the kitchen and locked his gaze on you. "What do we have here? A beautiful, sexy woman..." He scrutinized you as you hid behind Luda Mae's back.
"Don't you dare talk to our visitor like that, Hoyt! And you won't do anything to her unless I say so!" She lectured the man as she gives you an apologetic smile.
"C'mon mama! We haven't have a victim for a while now, and she's perfect!" He shouted. "You wouldn't want Thomas and Bubba to make a fuss now, plus she's perfect to carry one of our boys' babies!"
You were perplexed as you stood in the corner of the room. As you searched for Thomas and Bubba, they kept backfiring, and you found yourself lost in this massive place.
They wouldn't plan on killing and eating you right after, right? Right.
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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...
