Slasher X Reader Oneshots | Book 1

42. Brahms X Reader

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Brahms had been one of your closest childhood friends. The sting of his tragic death had long since faded, but you still thought of him on occasion. He had been such an odd boy and every now and then, something would remind you of a memory and you'd feel yourself getting washed away in nostalgia. You were both young when he died, but you still missed him.

So it was more than a surprise when you saw his parents advertising for a nanny position. Your families had drifted apart several years after Brahms' death, but as far as you knew, they hadn't had any other children. It struck you as extremely bizarre and your curiosity got the better of you. You applied for the job.

  Before long, your application was accepted and you were traveling to the Heelshire manor for a meeting with the Heelshires themselves. You were shocked to see them introduce a porcelain doll as their son, Brahms, tasking you with looking after him. Was this how they had been coping with his death all these years?

They didn't seem to recognize you and you supposed that was fair. It had been many years since you had last met and they had gone through the traumatic event of losing a child. You could see now that it hadn't left them well.

Before they left for their trip, they gave you a list of rules for taking care of 'Brahms', such as playing music loudly and never covering his face. You found the whole thing immensely strange, but couldn't complain. You were getting paid, after all.

  So, the Heelshires left and you were left alone in their immense house, ghosts of memories pulling at your thoughts. You had only been a kid when you visited the mansion, but it felt as though you had never left.

  Over the course of the day, you tried to follow the rules to the best of your ability, even though there was no one around. It was clear Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire were very attached to their surrogate son and you wanted to be respectful. As night fell, you dressed the doll in his pajamas and read him a bedtime story. You made sure not to forget a goodnight kiss as you tucked him into bed, wishing him sweet dreams. It was almost fun, in a way, playing house with the doll.

  Wandering off to the guest room where you were staying, you got ready for bed, getting comfy underneath the plush comforter. You reflected back on the day, musing on how odd this whole situation was. As you drifted off to sleep, the last thing on your mind was how you couldn't seem to shake the strange feeling that somebody had been watching you today.

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  You didn't know what had woken you up. It was the middle of the night and you opened your eyes, finding the sky outside still dark. You groaned and rolled onto your back, hoping you could get back to sleep without too much struggle.

  That's when you saw something at the foot of your bed move.

  You sat up straight, a strangled breath escaping your throat. In the darkness of the room, you could see the faint outline of a man standing at the end of the bed. Your blood turned to ice as you simply stared, paralyzed with fear. Was this a dream? The way your heart was hammering told you otherwise.

  The figure didn't move. Were you just seeing things? Perhaps the dark was warping your perception of something that was already in the room. You fumbled for the bedside lamp, not taking your eyes off the figure, until the light finally clicked on.

  There was a man standing at the foot of your bed. He was tall with a mess of dark curls. His clothes didn't fit him quite right, like they were too small. The most frightening thing was the porcelain mask covering his face, holding an eerie resemblance to the doll you were looking after.

  You didn't know what to do. What you hoped had just been a trick of the eye was now proven to be an alarming reality. Frozen in your bed, the man merely looked at you, his head tilting to the side.

  "Y/N?" You heard him say. His voice was forced into a falsetto, almost making him sound like a child.

  "How do you know my name...?" You asked nervously.

  The man shifted on his feet, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his cardigan. The gesture made him look startlingly young.

  "We were friends," he replied. "We used to play together all the time."

  You stared at him with a cautious curiosity. He couldn't be saying what you thought...

  "Mum and Dad wouldn't let me see you after the fire, though," he continued, looking down. "They wouldn't let me see anybody." 

  You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Wh... Brahms?"

  The man's head shot up, staring at you with dark eyes you could barely see. "You remember me?"

  Everything you thought you knew about Brahms' death was suddenly tossed out of the window. Almost in a daze, you got out of bed and approached him, as if he might just be a figment of your imagination that would disappear should you get too close. Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against the cool porcelain of the his mask. Brahms' eyes drifted shut as he leaned into your touch.

  "Is it... Is it really you, Brahms?" You asked, voice barely louder than a whisper.

  His eyes opened, his gaze boring into yours, and in those dark eyes, you could see the reflection of the little boy you once knew. There was no mistaking it, but you had to be sure.

  Your fingers pried at the edge of the mask, asking a silent question, but you gasped as Brahms grabbed your wrist with bruising strength, stopping you. You opened your hands in a placating gesture. Brahms seemed to realize what he had done and his grip on you loosened almost immediately. His reaction, it seemed, had been entirely instinctual.

"Oh, Brahms," you breathed, taking his hand in yours so you could hold it proper. "What did they do to you?"

Brahms only stared at you for a moment before his response came in that of a crushing hug. You let out an undignified squeak as you were lifted off your feet, Brahms holding onto you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him in return, your face nestled against his covered cheek.

You were reeling. All this time, Brahms had been alive. He had been alive, kept in secret, and it was clear that whatever had happened, Brahms hadn't turned out okay. You were so happy to see him, and you were more than willing to get to know him all over again.

When Brahms finally set you down, you looked up at him with what you were sure was the goofiest smile you had ever worn. You couldn't see his face, but you hoped Brahms was smiling, too.

"How about I take care of you instead of a doll, huh?" You said.

Brahms nodded enthusiastically, enveloping you in another tight embrace. You let out a breathless laugh, squeezing him back. He had definitely gotten stronger since you had known him.

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okay so i think this turned out super cute x3

the ending is a lil weak but i think i did alright!

i hope y'all enjoyed this! i had fun with this one☺️

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