His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 81: Truthful Regret]

"They told me the truth." You stammered to yourself in complete and utter surprise, stunned by what you were suddenly witnessing. "They told me the truth...And I...hadn't believed them."

"Uh, what the fuck are you even on about? Have you gone nuts?" Chucky asked confusedly, not lowering his defence as he kept on looking towards the bedroom door.

With a faint laugh, you weakly smiled; shaking your head before brushing past them both and entering Brahms' room down the hallway, noticing that he hadn't moved an inch. Brahms was sitting perfectly still, the list of rules that Mrs. Heelshire had written for you lying closely beside him as you decided to pick them up and reread them real quick. 1. No Guests. 2. Never Leave Brahms Alone. 3. Save Meals in Freezer. 4. Never Cover Brahms' Face. 5. Read a Bedtime Story. 6. Play Music Loud. 7. Clean the Traps. 8. Only the Delivery Boy Brings Deliveries. 9. Brahms is Never to Leave. 10. Kiss Goodnight. Of course an eight-year-old boy would mess around like this, if it meant he'd get what he wanted. If he was this sentient, of course he wouldn't want to be ignored. And if all of the Nannies before you - including Rose - had dealt with Brahms the same way you had, of course he would feel lonely and want the rules to be followed. He probably just didn't want you to treat him the same way the others the other Nannies had. The very thought made your heart ache. He was only a little boy. And you'd even told him that he'd crept you out.

"I'm so sorry, Brahms." You apologised to the doll softly, placing the rules back next to him before calming down and regaining your composure. "You don't really creep me out. That was wrong of me to say. I was just...scared, that's all."

"You're apologising to the doll now...? Seriously...?" Chucky sarcastically commented, following you into Brahms' room and crossing his arms with raised eyebrows.

"Of course I am...! If it's alive, then why wouldn't I...!?" You retaliated in an awkward tone of voice, not wanting to piss off the eight-year-old doll any further and cause any more fights.

"Why would it be alive...!? It doesn't even have any soul power in it...!" Chucky argued with annoyance, pointing out the obvious and having Michael agree with him by nodding his head in the meantime.

"You heard the doll talk...!" You stressfully spoke, sounding distressed and slightly disturbed by what you'd witnessed. "You saw him move unusually fast...! Brahms is just...shy."

"I ᗪOᑎ'T KᑎOᗯ, (Y/ᑎ). TᕼIᔕ ᗯᕼOᒪE ᔕITᑌᗩTIOᑎ Iᔕ ᗯEIᖇᗪ. I ᗪOᑎ'T ᒪIKE TᕼIᔕ." [A/N: "I DON'T KNOW, (Y/N). THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS WEIRD. I DON'T LIKE THIS."] Michael wrote down suspiciously, passing over the notepad to you and not trusting the doll whatsoever.

"Well, for now, I'll just get him ready for bed." You decided in a peaceful attitude, handing the notepad back over to Michael before changing Brahms' clothes from his daily ones to his pyjamas and tucking him underneath the covers.