It was completely silent. Except for the tappings of rain on the roof every millisecond, nothing can be heard through the halls of the big mansion. After a long day, you could finally take a break.
It wasn't long after something seemed to be bothering you, which was a child crying, echoing throughout the empty room, that you were on the verge of losing your mind. You sighed in irritation, ticked by the sounds. It's most likely Brahms playing tricks on you.
He'd been doing this for a few days, and it got quite lively when it continued to rain; you didn't get any hint, so you left it alone. He will be treated like a brat if he acts like one.
To be more specific, you've wondered if he's trying to set an example for you, affections. That appears to be the case. Instead of paying attention to the child-like slasher, you've been reading or doing whatever you normally do.
You were planning to make some snacks for the two in the middle of the day. You were hungry as well, so you decided to share some of your food. Of course, you weren't that self-centered when it came to food.
When you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by shambles. "Bloody hell..." You said, rubbing the bridge of your nose and arching your brow. Michael stepped in front of you, standing like the Statue of Liberty, before you could say anything. "Excuse me, Mikey, could you please step aside?" All you got was a shrug and a light shake of his head.
"And why not?" You wondered. The man was essentially signing in a language you didn't understand, so you tried moving him with all your strength, but the taller male refused to budge. "That settles it; do you happen to know if Brahms... is on his period?" You leaned backwards, your nude back slamming into the cold wall.
He cocked his head to the side like a puppy, causing you to exhale a sigh of annoyance. "Tell me something I don't know." You said, straightening your back and making deep eye contact with him. The silence engulfed you both, your heart racing faster than usual, the tension in the air slowly rising.
A loud bang not far away from you two interrupted your staring contest not long after. You saunter over to the location, noting how Michael was staring at your disappearing figure. He had every intention of ratting Brahms out to the person he is, and he'll make sure the other slasher gets spanked.
Under his pale-mask, he smirked, finding it pleasant to hear your yelling from the other side, which only adds to the darkness of this house. In his ears, it was music, but Brahms could only take the scolding. After all, these slashers won't get along, and you've been completely wrong from the start.
"You could've just told me you were hungry... I've taken notice of your recent behavior, and it irritates me to the point where I'll have to find another area to find peace." You stated loudly enough for Brahms to hung his head low. The rain came down harder than before, and all the lights and chandeliers went black due to the recent loud thunderstorm that made you flinch.
Your breath became labored as your body froze, your skin as cold as Mount Everest's snow. You didn't feel any presence in the room while shuddering, but you could feel a pair of eyes staring right at you and your twitching body.
When a hand intertwined with yours, their thumb gently rubbed your knuckles, gradually calming you down. "Is that Brahms, Michael?" You wondered, your eyes closed shut; it had been a phobia of yours since you were a toddler.
Even though it may sound pathetic, the things that roamed inside are what you are afraid of, not the dark. "It's okay, I'm here. We're here, my love." They cooed softly, their breath lightly brushing against your neck, giving you a flush.
After a few minutes passed with no indication of when the lights would be turned back on, you decided to make some snacks for the three of you while you waited. You hummed a song as you worked, and when you finished, you smiled at your accomplishment.
"Please come to the dining table, Brahms and Michael!" You called, placing their plates on their seats. They both dashed down the stairs and sat down. It was completely serene, and it didn't feel awkward at all. They left before thanking you for being considerate when they finished theirs.
Brahms sat on the steps outside his house, staring at the puddle of mud in which his reflection could be seen shortly before it was destroyed by the raindrop that caused it. He was dozing off and wasn't aware of the new presence that made it widely known, so she sat down right beside him.
You asked, bringing one knee closer to you, "What's the matter? Do you not find the rain pleasant?" He scooted closer to you as he shook his head. "I think... it's lovely, just like you." He complimented with a genuine smile visible through his sparkling green forest optics.
The sudden compliment made you chuckle as your hand placed a strand of hair behind your ear. "You can be silly sometimes... I like it." You giggled, a small, decent grin on your plump lips. Before speaking, he held out his palm and let a drop fall.
"You remind me of rain in some ways; you have calm, relaxing, and cheerful personalities that can make everyone around you happy; you are very pleasant, and humble." He twirled his head to catch a glimpse of your flustered feature, which he found quite adorable.
Your time together was cut short when a taller male pushed him aside and sat between you two. Before looking away, you let out an awkward laugh. "What's your problem?" Grumbled Brahms, irritated that some jerk had dared to ruin his lovely moment with his lover.
He didn't get a response from the mute killer, of course. The three of them were waiting for someone to start a conversation, which Brahms gladly provided. "How about we dance in this weather, F/N?" He says, his head peeking over Michael's shoulder.
"I don't want you to get sick." You worriedly replied, your eyes blinking in concern for the adult. "Come on! It'll be fun." He said, laughing like a child, and you paused before accepting the offer. "Don't you want to join us, Michael?" You asked, shrugging his shoulders and looking around.
His hands were on your waistline, and yours were on both of his slumped shoulders. The two figures were instantly soaked by the cloudburst, just like in her dream, dancing with no disturbance just beneath the storm, though she never expected Brahms to take the lead.
"Is this all right?" He muttered, gathering the courage to look down at you, admiring your lovely hair and the way your clothes hugged your curves. "I must say, you're quite the dancer, aren't you?" You chuckle softly under your breath. For a while, it remained that way. You could hear his heart beating rapidly as your head rested on his muscular chest.
Michael was nowhere to be found, so you came to a halt. "Let's go back inside; if we stay here any longer, we'll get sick." You said, and he nodded.
Both of you were sick the next day, and Michael laughed evilly at you, but you couldn't tell because you could only see his mask move. He was confident that he would look after you, but not Brahms. "Fuck you!" Yelled Brahms from the other side of the room as you sipped the soup Michael had prepared.
The sound of a ringing phone jolted you from your seat, and you darted your eyes to the phone while Michael took care of something else. You thought about it and jumped out of bed, slowly approaching. You placed the phone on your right ear after picking it up. "Hello?" You asked, expecting a response.
"What's your favourite scary movie?"
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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...
