Big Boy | BRAHMS HEELSHIRE X READER|

𝒱𝒶𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

You sat at your bedside, kicking your feet as it dangled from the bed. Just finishing showering and pulling your hair to the side. Weirdly you felt like a piece was cut off.

The player must have shut off by itself, because no music had been playing.
Brahms was still in the corner, staring you down.

"Creepy mofo" you thought as you picked him up. You decided to place him down on a chair across from your bedroom. It seemed as if there were hundreds of rooms.

Just as you put him down you heard footsteps.
"Malcom?" Perfect timing, you felt really bad for missing the movie.
So you ran down the steps and headed into the kitchen. Malcom wasn't smiling.

"Malcom, I'm so sorry I fell asleep because-"
"It's okay Y/N. I get it" Malcom cut you off.
"No really, let me explain it wasn't on purpose there was some sort of incense in my room that made me fall asleep and I don't know how it got there-"

"Wait..what?" Malcom replied. It seemed as if you finally got his attention.
"So you've spotted things around the house that you know wasn't there before"
Malcom continued on.

"Well yes, I would have never purposefully missed the chance to go see a movie"
You nodded, a guilt having lifted off your chest.

"No, I mean..do you feel as if strange thinks have happened in this house?"
Malcom questioned as he paused pacing the groceries away.

"Where'd you faint?"
"Well in the bathroom but I woke up on the bed-"

"Take me there" Malcom persisted.

You said no more as you lead him to the bathroom.
Yet when you made it there, it seemed like everything had disappeared.

"I swore it was here a moment ago-"
"No no I understand. This happened to me before".

"Do you...think there's a thief in the..house?" You paused.
"Well, I always try to get out of the house after I bring the groceries over..yet after the first day I met you..I've felt..strange."
Malcom pushed, whispered as if someone was listening in on our conversation.

"I've always wanted to check the basement..I just never did because it was never my place."
Malcom scratched his neck.

"Lets check it." You spoke.
"Good idea." Malcom agreed, he headed to the hallway upstairs.

...

It was pitch dark. Malcom found a flashlight laying in the floor.
"Fuck me, look at the amount of stuff hoarded here" Malcom joked.

It really was stacked, old lamps, trinkets, boxes labeled in cursive writing that was too fancy for you to read.
Plus furniture..lots and lots of furniture.

All of a sudden, you found a thick leather book tied with a thin red thread laying on the floor.
It read "photo album" you couldn't help but be curious so you picked it up.

"Y/N?" Malcom said, finally looking behind him to notice you flipping through.

There were many photos of the Heel-shires, and..a young boy? Similar to the one you saw in the fancy painting
when you had first arrived.

"Oh, that's Brahms."
"Brahms exists?" You curiously said.
"Here let me help you..." Malcom grabbed the flashlight towards the photos.
"Well when Brahms was still alive, everyone had said he was a nice bloke...but there were also people who..thought he was odd"

"C'mon Malcom there has to be more than that" You persisted, flipping to the next page.
There was a little girl next to Brahms. Who looked very happy and lively. In contrast to Brahms who looked rather glum.

"That's Emily. Emily Cribbs. They were friends when she was younger..these photos were during Brahms's eight birthday. The day..he well passed away from the house lighting on fire"

You felt sympathy.

"Yet..it was far too perfect"
"What was?"
"Well before the fire, Emily cribbs was reported "missing" and right before they were about to interrogate the Heel-shires their
house somehow lit up. You didn't hear that from me." Malcom seriously added.

He paused before he continued to venture. You couldn't keep it. Suddenly it went all black.
You couldn't see anything.

"Malcom!" You yelled. No answer.
You were terrified, how could he disappear like that.

You finally caught up with him. Malcom was just standing still.
"M..Malcom?" You asked.

"Let's..let's go back down Y/N.." Malcom said..yet his voice was far different. It was far more monotone.
His face was white, as if he had seen a ghost.

You wanted to ask why, but he had already pulled you back down the basement.
Malcom sprint walked to the main entrance.

"I'm sorry Y/N"
"Wait Malcom why are you sorry? what did you see there!"

"I..need to go on...vacation..I..got a call..I need to meet my family"
You felt like that was a lie. Yet there was nothing you could do. You just nodded and bided him fair well.

You walked back inside so confused.

What did Malcom see?