𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓼

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 26

A pile of Malcom's clothes. Something - or someone - just out of view, drags Malcolm's shirt from the mound. It was Brahms, he being the first to wake up this morning. Feeling bored and wanted some more adrenaline rush of compliment from Evelyn who's taking a bath. He decided to cause mischief just to get a reaction from Evelyn. He settled the first part of his prank with the Grocery Boy's truck, now phase two of it was in action.

He takes a few more steps further. We turn just as the bedroom door quietly. Someone sneaking out. A silent beat and then -- BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The pounding at the door caused Greta and Malcolm to bolt up in bed in fright.

"What in the—" Panic, Malcolm scrambles out of bed first, tripping over the sheets and landing with a THUD. They look like a bunch of teenagers caught in the after-effects of sex by an adult. He gets back up, and heads to the door, ignoring Greta who calls out for him.

More pounding on the door, it wasn't stopping for even a minute. Not the kind of noise a doll could make. Malcolm looks at Greta and then he whips the door open as quickly as possible, hoping to catch the culprit in the act. But instead, he was greeted with the doll. Sitting there in front of him. Malcolm sticks his head out into the hallway. Empty.

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Currently in the dining room, for some breakfast. Just for this morning, it's blasting with laughter. Laughter from Evelyn especially, as she bangs her fist against the table as she attempts to hold back her bazaar reaction but can't every time she makes eye contact with Malcolm. Greta herself even finds it humorous but keeps it low.

Malcolm wears one of Greta's t-shirts, a too-tight "Hook 'em Horns" Texas shirt. He doesn't look too happy about it.

"He likes to play little tricks on people. It means he likes you." The nanny tries to soothe down his embarrassment. But Evelyn was doing the opposite when she took out her random old camera and openly took pictures of him that would be printed on the spot, "Need to collect some blackmail materials."

"Ha. Ha. Stop it," Malcolm rolled his eyes at Evelyn but didn't try to snatch the camera away. He moves his attention to the doll now, "Very funny. Do you know what would be even funnier? If you gave my shirt back."

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Evelyn watched from her room window at the driveway. It was a different atmosphere, as Greta and Malcolm seemed to be in a heated agreement about something. She was a great observer and maybe some self-taught lip reading from all the training in understanding her mother's mutters. She finds out that they are talking about the fire that happened and Brahms's true intake.

This made Evelyn reminisce about the past for a second. Emily Cribbs, the stupid girl's name.

A sudden arm around her shoulder, resting in front of her as the cold mask being pushed against her cheeks. "I'm thinking right now Brahms." The man didn't move, but he placed his face a good distance from hers, giving her space to 'think.' Evelyn sighed knowing she won't be able to get rid of him yet.

Now, what was she thinking about? Right, Emily Cribbs. Evelyn remembered that the girl had a stupid crush on Brahms, coming over to visit him every week. Even brave enough to visit him without any parental or adult watch. A stupid choice on her part. Similar to how Evelyn used Brahms's feelings towards her to an advantage, she asked Brahms to play with Emily's too. Getting the young girl to be their slave for their game. And also being the first of their victims.

Evelyn watches as Greta cuts the argument between Malcolm and rushes into the manor. "I expected maybe a slap on her part," Evelyn mutters, "What do you think?" She asked no one in particular but Brahms responded with a hum, also and will forever agree with her.

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Some random pop song plays on the radio. Malcolm drives. A faint scratching sound filled his ears. Taking a second, Malcolm listens carefully. Making sure he wasn't hearing things.

SCRATCH. SCRATCH.

He turns off the radio, and there more scratching is present. It's faint, but it's definitely there. Malcolm keeps driving as he leans forward, listening. Trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. He taps the glove box and the sound stops. Keeping one eye on the road he reaches over and opens the glove box.

Three bloody, half-dead rats come tumbling out. One goes scurrying towards Malcolm's feet.

Malcolm shouts and swerves off the road into a field before he manages to slam on the breaks. He jumps out of the truck and does one of those creeped-out dances in the field, cursing loudly.