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Care for you (Slasher)

The reader or S/o is genderless so that anyone can read

L/n: Last / name

F/d: Favorite / drink

Prompts: Angsty-ish to much-needed (I think?) fluff for the baby boi-

I hope you enjoy it!

The one-shot is under the cut!

(3rd P.o.V)

S/o stood at the doorstep of the Heelshire house. The house, in general, was enormous and mansion-looking. They were slightly intimidated by it, but they quickly brushed it off. looking straight at the wooden door, they took in a deep breath before knocking on the smooth wood. "Coming right there!" came an elderly voice of a woman. They sounded like they were in a hurry. S/o could hear shuffling beyond the door as footsteps came down what said like stairs.

The sound of a lock opening and the twist of a door emitted from the wooden carved slab. As the door opened, there stood behind it was an older woman. She was appropriately dressed and had beautiful greying locks. She smiled kindly at S/o and made space for them to walk inside. "Oh, please do come in!" the women proposed. S/o gave a polite smile and a curt nod, stepping inside the house, being sure to clean the bottom of their shoes on the provided rug. Once done, they looked around the house's interior, noticing the beautiful décor and sheen look.

They snapped their attention back to the women who beckoned them to follow. Obeying the remote command, they followed the women down a hall, listening intently to the elder's voice while she gave them a tour of the humongous house.

When they got to what looked like the kitchen, a man was there. He rummaged through paper bags and placed items like milk and such in the refrigerator and pantry.

He looked up upon hearing them approach. He gave a welcome smile towards the two. "Oh, Mrs. Heelshire! The caretaker arrived?" the man asked as he straightened his posture. S/o flinched at the sudden attention. They weren't that comfortable with attention. Mainly because they were able to get away with multiple murder cases. You were a killer that many didn't know. However, the authorities were still trying to find out their identity.

They forced themselves to relax and gave a nervous smile in return. "Yes indeed, they are quite alluring, no?" Mrs. Heelshire stated, looking towards S/o with a warm smile, but her eyes held guilt.

This worried S/o and caused them to feel paranoid. They quickly suppressed themselves from looking suspicious and gave a polite nod. "Thank you, Mrs. Heelshrie, you are too kind!" S/o acknowledged with faked enthusiasm.

As they neared the end, they arrived at a room. As they entered, S/o looked around, noticing a library. They replaced sitting on a chair was Mr. Heelshire. He looks up and smiles politely at S/o, yet his body language shows nervousness and anxiety. This only furthered S/o's suspicion. 'Something's wrong with this place they thought before giving him a welcoming smile.

They approached each other and shook hands. "Mr. Heelshire, a pleasure to meet you. I am S/o L/n," S/o said politely. He smiled before leading them out back downstairs. This confused S/o until Mr. Heelshire answered their unspoken question, "I will help you with tasks, show you how to operate and such" nodding in understanding, they continued to follow him.

After going around the house and outside of it, they got a hold of what to do. However, they wanted to clarify this, so they turned to Mr. Heelshire. "Sorry Sir, but I just wanted to summarize to myself about my duties. Will that be alright?" They asked politely; he went up the stairs with a polite nod.

Taking this as their chance, they quickly went over everything "(1) Put all leftovers down the hatch... but why? (2) Clear out the mouse traps outside.. but what does the BH stand for? (3) Play music at unbearable volume... How come.. does it have to do with the walls? Just like how the rats get into them..?" The list goes on as S/o mumbles to herself about what she needs to do around the house.

It wasn't until Mrs. Heelshire descended the stairs and tapped cautiously on S/o's shoulder did they snap out of their trance. Smiling, they faced the older women. Mrs. Heelshire smiled in return. "Brahms would want to meet you," she said. This made S/o deflate a but. After learning that a doll housed their dead son's soul, it chilled them deeply. But they shook it off and nodded in confirmation. "I would love to meat Brahms!" they exclaimed excitedly.

With a nervous smile, they led them to where a room sat, untouched by their tour and adventures of the house. Curious, S/o walked closer to the couple and peered down on the door. Once They were there, they informed S/o to wait for a moment.

Being as polite as they could be, they nodded and stood outside the door. Some time passed before Mrs. Heelshire came back. Following the older woman inside, they stopped in their tracts at sight in front of them. They're sitting on an elegant red velvet chair, a porcelain doll resembling a boy, with paperwhite skin and black(?) hair that complemented his black eyes.

Approaching the doll, they crouched down to its eye level. "Hello there, Brahms! I'm S/o. It's lovely to meet you!" S/o said, smiling sweetly at the doll. The Heelshire's freeze up, staring at the back of S/o's head. They knew something was up when they felt holes being burned into their head.

They looked straight into Brahms' eyes and gave a heartwarming look. "Don't worry, Brahms, I'll take care of you," S/o said under their breath.

Unbeknownst to them was that Brahms watched and listened to everything they said. From the other side of the walls, he leans his head on the wood and smiles, "I'll care for you too, S/o...." Brahms promised, clenching his fists, a strong urge to protect his new nanny overwhelming him.

H has to protect you from the cruel reality of the world. He must keep you away from his brutal parents. He must be with you. He must care for you as you care for him.