Brahms heelshire smut 🥰

Part 3 😎

You woke up expecting it to be bright in the morning. You were wrong. You checked your clock and it was 3 in the morning. You went out into the hall because you had to go to the bathroom and noticed that a window at the end of the hall was opened. A chill of coldness went down your spine, you hurried over to go shut it but it was jammed in place. You sighed, turning around to head to the bathroom but instead bumping into a large person.  You had to crane your head back just to look up at the tall figures face. I most definitely could not have been the grocery man as he was much too short. The man started extending one of his hands out and you put yours up in reflex. He gently rubbed your head, playing with your soft hair.. it didn't feel threatening, it felt warm, calm, gentle, sweet. You reached out on of your hands. You didn't know where it was going, but you just reached out, hoping to touch something. You did. Your landed right on his chest. It was warm, and somewhat sweaty? You just laid your hand there, rubbing his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It sped up at times. But then it relaxed. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark more thoroughly now and you could see he was wearing..a mask. You didn't really mind it, it just gave a sense of mystery. Within seconds you felt dizzy, your head spun around and around. You ended up on the ground. You didn't know how, but you got up. You forgot you had to go to the bathroom, and went.  You then rushed back to your room your mind filling with thoughts of that man. You wondered if he lived here? You woke up a few hours later and got dressed rushing to brahms room. You saw he was laying in the same position. You let out a breath of relief, knowing that the 'child' was still in his same spot. You picked him up and got him dressed. Combed out his hair just to be nice. You carried him into the kitchen and set him down on one of the chairs. You took a look in the fridge and picked out a few things. You cracked 2 eggs into a pig frying pan then put 2 thick  pieces of bread into a toaster. You then cut up a tomato and sprinkled salt and pepper onto the eggs. You sliced the connected eggs in half and put each one on a piece of toast with the tomato as-well. You then got out some fruit and rinsed it and cut it up. You liked playing pretend. You liked pretending that it was a real child. Even though you knew he wasn't gonna actually eat it it was written in the rules. You sat down and ate the breakfast you made for yourself. You jokingly asked "are you not hungry brahms?" You obviously knew he wasn't alive, alive.
"I'll just put your food in the freezer. But now it's time for your studies!"
You picked up the doll, almost being able to just drag it by it's hand, into the piano room. You sat the doll in your lap and placed your fingers on the keys. You flipped open one of the piano books and found a simple one. One even you could do, and you didn't even know how to read piano sheets. You placed your hands over the respective keys and began playing, humming along as you went. "Do you like that brahms? I'm sorry that it's more-so of me playing and you listen." You thought you heard a whisper coming right from behind you. Hearing something clank about. You just decided it must be a rat. Maybe you were hearing things. You continued to play gently. Humming a tune to the melody. After about 30 minutes of that you finally got up  and took brahms with you to the library. You never liked reading. In fact you disliked it quite a bit. Though some books interested you, some didn't. You liked to read when you weren't forced, or, when you didn't have to. You sat brahms down in your lap and opened up a book. You read for longer than you expected. You had skipped lunch! You jumped out of your seat looking around for brahms, as you had fallen asleep. He had moved! That was impossible though. You searched and found him under a chair and ran to the kitchen to start dinner.