Hope (House of wax x reader)

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Your group made it to the House of Wax, and you were disappointed by the 'Closed' sign hanging up on the door.  You sat down on the steps up to catch your breath.  Maybe all that running with Wade was a bad idea.  But, you noticed something strange about the way the steps felt.  You rubbed your hand across them, and you seemed to be right.  You jumped up, and quickly touched one of the walls to the house.

"(y/n), what are you doing," Carly asked.

"The house, it is wax," you told her.  "The house is literally wax.  Why?"

"Why not," Wade questioned with a smile.

"Storms?  The summertime?  Building codes?  There's a lot of reasons," you argued.

Wade shook his head and made his way up the steps, then pushed open the door.

"You're not gonna go in there, are you," Carly asked.

"Yeah," Wade answered.

"I thought 'Closed' meant you're not supposed to go in," you stated.

"Relax, I just want to take a quick look," Wade shrugged.

"What if someone's in there," Carly interrogated.

"HELLO," Wade called out into the building.  "ANYONE IN HERE?!!  See?  We're fine.  Hey, how cool is this..."

Wade ducked inside the building, and Carly quickly followed.  Not wanting to be left alone (and hoping to find a functioning bathroom to wash off your hands [you really should've asked Bo if the church had a sink]), you quickly followed after them.

"Everything here is wax," Wade exclaimed.  "The floor, the walls!"

He ran deeper in, and picked up a vase holding plastic flowers.  He waved around the small vase happily, pointing at it excitedly.

"Look at this!  This is wax!"

"Yeah, cool," Carly said nervously.

"Awesome," you responded.  "Hey, who are they supposed to be?"

You walked in further than that opening hallway, into a large room.  You were pointing at three figures that looked like rich people from ye olden days, with fancy dresses and a nicely tailored suit.  Two ladies were sitting in chairs, and an older man was standing in front of them.

There were two people dancing, a girl pointing up with a smile, like a kid when they're trying to get a butterfly to land on their finger.  There was a couple on a chaise lounge, with a girl laying down.  There was a man leaning over her, in a position that was... suggestive.

"I don't know," Carly answered.

"Aren't there supposed to be famous people in a wax museum?  I don't recognize this guy," Wade chuckled, pointing at the same old man as you had been.

Your group kind of dispersed a bit.  Wade walked to go look at the smaller, more abstract statues that were art.  He was shocked to realize they were wax as well.  You looked around for a bathroom sign, and Carly was drawn to some newspaper clippings framed on the wall.

"'Trudy opens House of Wax,'" Carly read out.  "'Trudy's wax carvings are a hit at the state fair,' 'Trudy and husband are expecting first child.'  Since when a wax sculptor a celebrity?"

"I don't know.  Small town, I guess," Wade replied.

"That's right.  You like small towns."

"I didn't say I wasn't gonna like New York, I just said I haven't made a decision yet.  I still have time, all right?"

"Ugh, you two are really gonna do this now," you groaned.

"Well, I'd really like you to be there with me," Carly said, ignoring your remark.

Wade smirked, and grabbed a wax statue of a ballerina.  He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and held it up to the statue.

"Help me Carly," he said, in a girly voice.  "I'm melting!  My skirt's gonna catch on fire!  My legs are all burned!"

"Cut it out please," Carly demanded, making her way over.

"You're my hero!"

"That's not cool," you piped up.

"Hey (y/n), there's a dog for you," Wade said, walking over towards a dog statue.  "You a little wax dog too?  What up dawg?"

Wade leaned over to touch the dog, only for it to growl and bark at him, before scurrying off.

"Jesus," Wade shouted, jumping back fearfully.

"Now that is cool," you giggled.

"Yeah, ha ha, laugh it up.  What's a dog doing in here anyway?"

You looked around, and rather than finding somewhere you could wash off the now-dried blood, you saw a collection of paintings.  You also noticed that they all had the same artist's signature.

"Vincent?  This Vincent guy's quite the artist," you muttered.

Carly picked up a statue of a mermaid skeleton, and held it up to show Wade.

"Yeah, I think this Vincent guy needs therapy," Wade stated.  "I mean, look how detailed this is.  Tell me this doesn't look real!"

"I don't care.  It doesn't look bad, and it's all made out of wax.  It's kind of impressive."

"When do you think the last person was here," Carly asked. 

"A while, probably," you answered.

You saw a doorway into a new room, and you quickly departed.  Walking through, you saw a dining room with a table set up for around ten people, with wax food and everything.  Three wax people sat at the table, though they looked less detailed than the other statues you had seen.

Through there, you managed to find a kitchen.  There was a statue of a maid standing there, dusting off a cabinet.  But behind her was a sink.  You quickly rushed over, and turned the knob.  Surprisingly, it was a real sink, and water quickly began flowing through the faucet.  You began to scrub off your hands, and were surprised by how easily it washed off.

Then Carly screamed.  You quickly shut off the sink, and ran off to find your sister.  

"What, what is it?!"

"I just saw someone!  (y/n), get over here!  Stay with me!"

"It was probably just a wax thing," Wade said, trying to calm her down.

"No, no," Carly responded, still shook.  "It wasn't a wax thing.  It was moving, and it was freaky looking."

"I'll go check it out," he assured her.

"Wade, where are you going?  Don't leave me!  Wade, come on."

"Hang here a second."

"He'll be fine," you told here.  "Wade's a big boy, he can handle himself."