Hope (House of wax x reader)

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱɪx

You stared at the finished drawing.  Roy would've been proud.  It was a picture of Nick and Carly.  There had been an old photo of them on a mantle, and you remembered seeing their happy faces.  You remembered wondering how Nick could've been a criminal when he seemed so happy in the photo.  So, you re-drew it, but with a more realistic scowl on your brother's face.

Vincent had stopped his doodling to peer over your shoulder, and try to see what you made.  When you realized he was doing this, you held out the sketchbook a little bit for him to see it easier.  He saw your work, and immediately recognized the style.

"Roy Mayfield," he asked.

"Wait, you know him?"

Vincent pointed at you, then held his fingers up to his noggin.  You knew what he was asking.  He was questioning if you knew him.

"Know him?  He used to babysit me," you said excitedly.  "He moved away with his fiancé Laurie a few years before... before I left.  He used to teach me and Michael how to draw some stuff when he hung out with us!  He swore he was going to make it in the city as an artist, then he did!"

Before your little 'bonding' moment could continue, the trapdoor was flung open, and a string of swears and grumbles could be heard.  And they weren't coming from Lester.  Now, you're freaking out a bit.

"Mother fucker... don't know what the fuck he's talkin' 'bout..."

"Oh no," Vincent muttered.

Slow, heavy footsteps pounded their way towards you both, and it felt like your blood was freezing like ice in your veins.

"Lester passed out, so he's on his bed.  The kid's staying on yours tonight," Bo said, a little to calm.

Vincent's hands quickly went up, and he was quick to sign his disapproval.  You wished you were able to understand him.

'Kid can not stay with me.  Can kid sleep on couch?'

"No, the kid can not stay on the couch.  You can suck it the fuck up."

Rather than use any form of linguistic communication, Vince just pointed at his mask.  The thing that made him a freak.  While you had technically seen him without it before, he wasn't sure if it was something you were used to enough to to be able to sleep in the same room properly.

"You know what?  Fuckin'... fine.  They can fuckin' stay with me.  Fuckin' happy with yerself?"

Bo made his way over to you and quickly picked you up, but the way Vincent had been earlier.  You were now more scared than ever.  The most violent of the three, who was pissed because of Lester and just losing a fight to Vinny, was now carrying you.  And there was a chance you'd be stuck in the same bed as this man.  You were fucking petrified.

I already know some of the comments are going to scare me.  YA'LL ARE SOME HORNY ASS MOTHERFUCKERS-

As he made his way through the living room and towards the staircase, you couldn't help but notice blood splatters along the walls.  Bo didn't look all that messed up, so you could only assume it was Lester's.  What had he done to the man?  You were scared to see what he looked like in the morning.

Bo made his way into his bedroom, and quickly sat you down on the bed.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep on the couch.  If you try to run off again, you're gonna fuckin' regret it," he told you angrily.

And with that, he left.

Thank whatever deity that you didn't have to sleep with that asswipe.

You looked out of a window next to the bed, and saw the outside world.  You missed being able to run around the woods freely.  You hadn't been able to do that for a long time.  Even before getting kidnapped.

You looked at the stars that decorated the sky.  It had been a while since you had seen this many.  When you were younger, your parents taught you that when people die, their souls become stars.  That way, they could watch over and protect their loved ones and their descendants.  You wondered if Nick and Carly were up there, in the big blue sky, watching over you.  If Carly was with Wade, and Nick was still playfully dicking around with Dalton, making your sister's boyfriend the butt of all their jokes.

Your eyes landed on a particular star, and you smiled.  The Beetlejuice.

It was the first 'scary' movie you ever watched.  You still remembered it.  The local movie theater was playing it, and Roy was stuck watching you and Michael.  He was only dating Laurie at the time, but he had already promised her a date night.  So, he simply brought you and Mike along.  He had taken Laurie to see Tim Burton's masterpiece so he could try and comfort her if she got scared.  What he actually got was two sobbing children, scared out of their wits.

Ah, good times.

Since you found the Beetlejuice, you were pretty quick to locate Orion's Belt.  It was the first constellation your mother showed you, probably because it was the easiest to identify.  It was literally just three stars in a row, nothing complicated about that.

You crawled under the covers, and tried your best to get comfortable.  Or, at least as comfortable as you could get in a house of murderers.  You were quick to fall asleep, your body still trying to recover from the night when you were trying to escape with Nick, and now it was trying to fix your leg up too.

You were dead asleep, so you didn't hear the door creak open.  The twins peered in, and just... watched you.

"Mama would be proud," Vincent whispered.

"Yeah, she would," Bo responded, not even commenting on the fact that Vinny was being verbal with him.

Fuck Lester, they could handle a kid.  Trudy always wanted grandkids.  Now they were finishing her life's work, and giving her the big family she dreamed of.  Only took them 22 years.

A/n: I've had multiple people tell me that the dog's name is Rose or Rosie, but other people have claimed that Jonesy was said in the movie by Lester or Wade, so I think I'm just gonna keep Molly for now purely because I'm lazy.

Also, I found out that the fic I've been reading updates every Friday (turns out the person had it in their profile bio), and I'm just impatient as shit.