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it's about thirty minutes before three in the morning and you're in bed, trembling from yet another nightmare from freddy-fucking-krueger

❝ fucking muppet doesn't even let me sleep ❞, you complained. for the past three hours you've been in bed, you must've woken up six times

❝ —does that guy not have anything else to do? ❞

seeing as you're not going to bed anytime soon, you threw away the blanket and shivered when your feet made contact with the cold floor

stu and billy recently came back from a killer spree back at the town and settled themselves on the couch, not bothering to sleep in their rooms

jason told you he was going back to the lake for a couple of days to scout the area. he didn't really talk to you verbally but left a note by your doorstep

it was hard to read but still manageable. he even added a smily face at the end of the note much to your amusement

you opened the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the two downstairs and sat down in front of a giant mirror

the mirror was built into the end of the hall, the corners were covered with things you doodled whenever you're bored. it had some of stu's as well, but much more vulgar

tracing a hand over one of the drawing, you flinched back when a familiar tapping sound came from the mirror itself

or behind it actually

this time a loud thump causing the mirror to shake and you leaned in closer, ❝ jesus fuck—who's behind this wall? ❞

❝ this better not be you playing tricks on me freddy ❞ you sighed, pinching the bridge of your noise, ❝ —you've already made me become an insomniac for christ sake ❞

❝ y/n? ❞

your eyes widened when a someone spoke in a child-like tone. you pressed your ears against the mirror with a frown

❝ are you behind this mirror? ❞, you asked

another thump was heard but much more gentler this time. your fingertips felt warm when touching the glass material as you leaned back a little, ❝ —can you tell me why you're in there and how long have you been in there? ❞

no response, much to your disappointment. you didn't know whether to be scared but you've basically got three killers living with you so this situation wasn't that unpleasant

❝ can i atleast have your name? ❞, your face was inches from the mirror, lowering your voice into a whisper

❝ brahms..brahms heelshire ❞

you nodded and sat in a comfortable position and leaned a shoulder against the wall, ❝ it's nice to meet you brahms—my names y/n, i hope we could be friends ❞

❝ we can be friends? ❞, he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and slight joy to it

❝ of course we can ❞, you replied and stifled a yawn, feeling your eyes grow heavy

you almost missed how the mirror started to crack open but unfortunately, you were too tired to keep your eyes open and your consciousness slips into a dark void

the last thing you remember was someone running their hands through your hair

❝ good night, friend ❞

↳-end of chapter 7! i hope u enjoy^^-༉‧₊˚✧