His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 76: Following Instructions]

"It's...so nice to finally meet you, Brahms." You politely told him, trying your best to be pleasant in front of the Heelshires. "I hope you and I can be friends."

"Daddy, will you please take (Y/n)'s things up to her room, please...?" Mrs. Heelshire asked him in a relieved tone, relaxing her voice after hearing you say that. "(Y/n), we might as well get started. I have a lot to show you. You'll be out here all alone. Do you think you can manage...?"

"Yeah, of course I can." You reassured her calmly, not wanting her to worry or stress out.

"Rose told us you were reliable. I probably should've given you more credit for actually having more potential than I thought." Calming herself down, she continued speaking, her words bewildering you and throwing you off. "Brahms rejected the rest of the nannies, but when Rose showed us what you looked like, he accepted. I guess the others weren't as nearly as young or as pretty as you."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you." You softly replied, following her up the stairs and into Brahms' bedroom.

"As you should." She spoke in a strict attitude, setting Brahms down on the bed before dressing him in pyjamas and lying him under the covers. "You'll wake him at 7:00 AM each morning and you will dress him. You'll find his clean clothes behind you."

"So...So I should...?" You stammered with embarrassment, suddenly realising what Mrs. Heelshire wanted you to do.

"Wake him up and dress him, (Y/n). There's no better way to learn than doing." The grey-haired woman declared firmly, waiting for you to "wake him up" and "dress him".

"Wake up, Brahms..." You shyly attempted, standing over him and speaking to him in a gentle manner.

"Well, I don't know about you, but that certainly wouldn't wake me." She insulted you bluntly, her coldhearted insult cutting into you without fail and making you feel humiliated.

"It's time to wake up, Brahms...?" You hesitantly tried a second time, shaking him with as softly as you could and feeling pretty proud this time around.

"He's not a baby, (Y/n). You needn't be afraid of hurting him." Mrs. Heelshire sighed almost in disappointment, brushing past you and deciding to just show you herself. "Excuse me. Now, let's show (Y/n) how we get you dressed. I'd let her do it herself, but I'm afraid we'd be here all afternoon."

"Jeez...Not pulling any punches, now are you...?" You mumbled to yourself under your breath, avoiding her steely glare and now feeling awkward.

"Now Brahms has three hours of lessons five days a week, and I like to start by reading some poetry. Do you know any, Miss (L/n)?" She explained respectfully, asking you a question straight afterwards and stiffening you up.

"I know all the words to "Green Eggs and Ham"." You jokingly messed around, trying to lighten the atmosphere and stop her from sounding so cold.

"Well, it doesnt have to be poetry, of course. Any of these books will do, but you must read in a loud, clear voice." Mrs. Heelshire instructed stressfully, handing you a book from the library while telling you what to do.

"Yes, of course." You promised with a mellow voice, awkwardness filling your tone when you noticed how serious she was.

"Yes. Of course!" You repeated loudly, relief filling her face when she saw how serious you were.

"Excellent." She happily complimented, moving onto the next subject and walking over the record player. "Next is music appreciation."

"Brahms! You must sit up straight, like a good little boy." Mrs. Heelshire scolded him all of a sudden, the eight-year-old doll slumping over and leaning in the chair. "Music, (Y/n). I dont know how Brahms would go on without his music. It's his world."

"Of course, he likes it rather louder than I prefer, but..." She carried on before you could say anything, silencing you and speaking about Brahms again within a single second. "...it gives him so much joy I don't dare take it away from him."

"I see, so he's into music—"

"We don't throw any food out in this house, (Y/n). Do you know what that means...?" Mrs. Heelshire wondered rigidly, setting Brahms back up straight before explaining herself properly.

"I'm afraid not, no." You timidly told her, after watching her fix the doll and readjust his sitting position.

"It means we are in constant battle with the outside elements." She severely pointed out, "Weather, plants, vermin. Especially vermin, (Y/n). And so we take certain measures against them. Oh, hello again, darling. Mr. Heelshire will explain the rest of your duties."

"Oh, thank you. That's very considerate of you." You responded to Mr. Heelshire courteously, following him into the kitchen and letting him continue.

"And food goes in here. Now, I'll show you the traps." Talking to you in a less strict fashion, Mr. Heelshire calmed you down and cheered you up considerably, being less unnerving and much more casual. "As we do our best to keep up the house. By the way, we dont use the fireplaces anymore. Bit of a hazard. And regrettably, the last tradesman we had actually...he managed to paint the windows shut. Personally, I dont think that all of this is necessary, but...Mrs. Heelshire is convinced that the rats will get into the walls."

"No, I understand." You mentioned quickly, not wanting to sound rude like before and agree with them instead.

"And Brahms, of course he's never been very fond of animals. He has always been very shy, you see." Mr. Heelshire uneasily announced, shifting from foot-to-foot like Mrs. Heelshire had previously and acting rather unusual. "Very timid. So listen, I know how this must look to you, (Y/n). And to be completely honest I'm not sure how it all came to this. Little by little and then all at once, I suppose. What I'm trying to say, is that whatever it might look like on the outside, our son is here. He's very much with us. Do you understand, (Y/n)?"