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~Brahms Heelshire Catch-Up~

(A/N): A huge thanks to @Slasher_Whore_ for suggesting this chapter, and basically reminding me to write it!

~How you met~
Your friend Greta had taken a job as a nanny in the English countryside, mostly to get away from her insane Ex. You wernt too thrilled about her idea to go over seas, but you supported her non the less. Before she left, you had her promise to check in via phone call every other day, just to be safe.
A bit of time passed and you stopped hearing from Greta, fear growing by the day. After three days of no contact, you made the executive decision to fly out to England and check on Greta yourself.

The Heelshire mansion was massive, and unfortunately tucked away in the middle of nowhere. The house sat on acres upon acres of land, with practically no one in sight.
The interior of the house was even more empty, aside from the furniture.
"Greta?" You called through the barren halls, unbeknownst a man was following you through the walls. You came upon a room with shattered glass covering the floor, as well as a body. It was Cole, Greta's psycho ex. I'm front of the body was a hole in the wall, that was presumably covered at one point; by the now broken mirror. Desperate to figure out what the hell had happened, you ventured into the mysterious depths of the mansion.

The inner workings of the mansion were littered with winding tunnels and peepholes?
Your curiosity fueled you to continue walking, it lead you to a room of sorts. It contained all the necessary appliances for basic living, and a very life like doll in a red dress. It seemed like someone had been living there, very recently. You decided it was time for you to leave and began to turn around to retrace your steps, but not before the bloody chest of a hulking man stopped you. His massive stature and mask clad face was enough to scare you into a panic induced sleep. The last thing you remembered was being lifted by a pair of massive hands.

~Second Encounter~
You awoke to a comfortable couch, and the feeling of being watched. Your thoughts were instantly confirmed when you looked to the corner of the room. You could see an eye staring at you from a peephole in a painting in the far corner. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. After a moment of thought, you attempt to reach out to the mysterious eye. "H-hello?" You question. Nothing. You retrace your steps from the previous day, going back to the room that housed Cole's body; which was no longer there. A new mirror had now covered the hole in the wall. You took it off the wall and set it aside, the hole was now bricked up. No cement was in sight though. You removed each brick and ventured back inside the walls of the mansion. Why? You hand no idea, you just felt compelled.
You walked quietly through the walls, silently walk towards the large room again. There you could see the same man from the day prior, pacing, still covered in blood. Panicking again, you tried to walk backwards out the way you came; but accidentally bumped into a wall. In an instant, the man's whole body snapped towards the direction of your noise. Then the man groaned in pain. Then you realized he was injured. Several stab wounds lining his side and lower stomach. You felt less in danger knowing his movement was likely slowed by his injuries. You retreated from your hiding place and into his field of vision.

"Who did that?" You mustered up the courage to ask. He said nothing. You inched closer, he inched further away. "I want to help you, what are you doing in the walls" you question. He still says nothing. You step closer again, but he doesn't move. "Can I help you?" You ask once more. He slowly shakes his head 'yes'.
He points to an aid kit on a table, then proceeds to lie down on the bed in the room. Still not sure why you're helping the strange wall man, you walk over to him, sliding his bloody wife-beater up to reveal several stab wounds. Small, cylindrical and deep, possibly done by a screwdriver or pen? You look to him for reassurance that you could touch them, he nods. So you begin to stitch up his wounds, carefully. His eyes never left your face, he watched you as you worked. Intensely. From the second he saw you, he knew he never wanted you to leave.

~Ideal first date~
Brahms has only really been inside the mansion, sure as a kid he'd play out all the time, but as an adult the mansion is his safe space. So he'd probably have you set up a nice candle lit dinner (because there's no way he'd do it himself)

~Nicknames for each other~
For him: Brahmsy, love, big guy
For you: Light of my life, one and only, dearest

~How long you've been dating~
Brahms believes the two of you have been dating since day one, you on the other hand: didn't start feeling attracted towards him until months after living there. You two have been living together for 2 years now

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Word count: 877
(A/N): I genuinely really enjoy writing for Brahms and can't wait to write more.