Brahms Heelshire x Male Reader

Meeting the Heelshires

Character appearances:
Mrs. Heelshire
Mr. Heelshire
Malcom
Doll Brahms
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The Heelshire Mansion is a very nightmarish place. That, and the stories I've heard even halfway across the world, make it 10x worse.

The Heelshire Mansion is the subject of many many stories in my home back in America, and not a single one of them is pleasant.

However, I still accepted the babysitting job. Unknowing of any mysteries I could encounter. Money is money, no matter in what form. In this case, its form is in euros.

I arrive at the mansion, removing my leather jacket, and boots. My boots are placed next to my suitcase, and my jacket is draped over it.

*distant footsteps accompanied by faint giggling.*

'What on earth?-- Oh, right. The kid.' I think as I hastily make my way up the old creaking steps.

A door is noticeably ajar. 'This must be Brahms's room.' I think, as I gently push open the bedroom door. The room is covered in shelving littered with toy after toy. Every child's dream room, it's the perfect place for a little boy.

Brahms's room is filled with toys I have never seen before. Most are older than me, some modern-ish. 'Damn, this is cool.' I think, but all that is let out is a small and stretched: "Woah.."

"Ahem."

"SHIT- Oh, uhm. Hello!" I say, quickly spinning on my heels.

"Hi, are you alright? Believe it or not, I was trying very hard not to scare you."

"Uhm, I'm fine. Just a little startled." I giggle.

The man is young, maybe a little older than me. He has a stubby beard and wavy hair. I think to myself about how short he is. Around 5'10" maybe 11", he just looks very short.

"You're here for the babysitting job, yeah? Let's head to the kitchen. I've some groceries to put away. I can show you, the wonders of the pantry. And, the bread bin."

"Sounds exciting. Where's the kitchen, exactly?"

"Oh, just follow me."

As we walk to the kitchen, nothing is said, and I can't help but feel like we're being watched.

"Tah-dah. The kitchen, yaaay!"

'Wow, quite the charmer.' I think, but nod.

After some small talk, we got acquainted. I learned that his name is Malcom, and he's the errand boy for the Heelshires.

"Y'know I've heard rumors, about this place. Are any of them true?"

Before Malcom could respond, an older-looking woman in a pale blue dress sauntered into the kitchen, almost like she owned the place.

"Malcom, what on earth are you doing? Brahms has been waiting to meet Mr. L/N for over 5 minutes. You know how impatient---Where are your shoes?"

The woman gave up her lecture to look at my feet, as she glanced at me with a look of confusion.

"Oh, uhm. They're in the lobby, I'll just go get them."

"Well hurry on, Brahms isn't to be kept waiting any longer."

"Yes, Ma'am."

This woman makes me very nervous, very much so I almost trip over the carpet on my way to the front doors.

"Uh, I'm confused. Where are my shoes? They were right here not even 10 minutes ago!"

The woman let out an exasperated sigh as if she had just lain down after a long day of work.

"It's just Brahms. He likes to lollygag in his free time. He does that because he's excited, they'll turn up eventually. I suppose you packed other footwear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Very well, get on with it. And don't take these off until bedtime. Please."

"Yes, I am sorry, Ma'am."

After I finished lacing up my running shoes, I follow the older woman into an entertainment area. Where an older gentleman knelt in front of a chair, seemingly talking to someone.

"Now, Brahms. You be a good boy to Mr. L/N. He's a good babysitter and an even better companion."

"Daddy. Mr.L/N has finally arrived and he's ready to meet Brahms."

The woman shooed the old man away from the chair and picked up a porcelain doll, about the size of a small boy. She held the doll on her hip like a child and turned him to face me.

"Y/N, meet Brahms. He'll be the young man you're sitting for the week."

I chuckle, 'This is one weird joke.' I think as the two elderly in front of me take on a look of horror. As if I had just strangled their goldfish.

"I'm sorry... That's hilarious! Ahh. That was a good one Ma'am."

"What on earth are you going on about?!"

"Oh-- You're serious..?"

I can't help but feel embarrassed, I thought they were joking. 'God I'm such an idiot.'

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