Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Brahms Heelshire x reader (part 2)

You had a lot to do not to start giggling. You though that what you saw, sitting in the chair was a joke of some kind. It wasn't. The little boy wasn't a boy as you'd expect. It was a doll. A porcelain doll, dressed in a nice suit, with very nice artwork of his face. The strict look of Mrs Heelshire assured you that this is truly not a joke.
You stepped closer, and crouched down in front of him, and tried to act as if he was an actual boy. "Go on, shake hands..." Mrs Heelshire pushed with a smile, resting her hands on the armchair "Brahms" was seated at. You grabbed the little, cold, porcelain hand of his and gently shook it. "...Hello Brahms... I'm (Y/n)... I hope we'll be friends" You tried taking it seriously. You smiled at the little doll, and it seemed as if it's dead eyes were staring into your soul. The house walls creaked again.
"I'm sure he's glad to meet you. He's a little shy, don't mind it" Mrs Heelshire smiled, grabbing the doll into her arms carefuly. You got up, crossed your arms and nodded to her with a thin smile. "I suppose it's time we show you how to take care of Brahms" She showed another smile and began walking out of the library-like room. "I assume you're behind me" she threw one last sentence before she disapeared behind a corner. You quickly stopped standing in place and trotted behind her, the walls shifting with you.

Timeskip to Brahms' room
"There is a certain list of rules you and Brahms will follow. Each night you will set him to sleep. You can pick any book you like, to read for him. When you read it, you need to speak loud and clear" Mrs Heelshire explained to you as she set the porcelain doll to the little blue bed, with you watching from behind. It makes sense why is it so small now...
"Brahms also needs a good night kiss, as any other child" Mrs Heelshire stepped back from the doll, looking at her tucking skills. "At 7 o'clock you will wake Brahms up. Again, speak loud and clear"
"Heavy sleeper is he?" You smiled to Mrs Heelshire. You were trying to get her to like you just a little more.
"Hm, yes I suppose you could say that. Now show me how you'd wake him" Mrs Heelshire chuckled before conecting her hands and giving out an order. She really had a sense of respect to her. You approached the little bed and gently shook with the doll.
"Brahms, wakey wakey, it's time to get up" You said loudly as Mrs Brahms requested. "You're good with this... have you been doing this for a long time (Y/n)?" She asked you stepping back from the bed as you took Brahms out.
"Not crazy long. But when something is requested I do it" You smiled. "Good good... Brahms will like that... now, let me show you how'd you dress him" Mrs Heelshire took the doll carefuly from you.

Timeskip to another room
"The food. It may get a little confusing here. We have a delivery to our house from a man named Malcolm, today he's a little late but he'll come over once a week. He'll also bring your payment" Mrs Heelshire explained, carefuly seating the doll into a chair, visibly made just for him.
"Don't worry, he's a reliable young lad" Mr Heelshire chimed in, smiling at his wife and patting Brahms' head. It was almost adorible...if it wasn't... a lie. A lie that the parents were telling themselves.
"Mr Heelshire, my husband will show you the work outside" The Mrs calmly said, tugging you out of thought.

Another small timeskip
"You must think that this is madness, correct?" Mr Heelshire asked you quietly, bending over to pick another rat trap.
"Well...it sure is something..." You sighed, opening the garbage bag up. You didn't want to offend the old man on any way. He was a good guy. "I myself don't know how it got to this point. At first it was like... like a coping mechanism for my wife. Then it got bigger and bigger, and now we are here. Letting him into your arms" he emptied the trap, closing it, and putting it back down. "How long has it been going on?" You closed the bag and began walking foward slowly. "Too long..." Mr Heelshire murmured deeply. It seemed as if he saw how wrong it was. "Brahms... he had a... a terrible accident on his eight birthday." (Very sorry if I have it wrong) Mr Heelshire began explaining tiredly. It seemed to be a large boulder on his soul. "His room, it caught on fire... the fire took our boy away..." Mr Heelshire stuttered out, looking up at the house. All the way above, there was a circular window. A window that had smokey burn marks all around it. Must've been Brahms' room...

You pat Mr Heelshire's shoulder to comfort him. It must've been really hard to loose a child like that.
"You know... Mrs Heelshire told you that Brahms was different from other kids... she didn't really explain why and how" Mr Heelshire started walking foward again.
"How?" You asked, happy to change the subject a little.
"Y-you know, I shouldn't say it. Brahms will show you when he's ready by himself" Mr Heelshire cut himself off. Brahms will show you? But... how? He's... he's dead. And dolls can't move on their own. Maybe Lady Heelshire could leave something behind.

You and Mr Heelshire returned home, seeing that Mrs Heelshire was in Brahms' room. Some comotion was going on there. You decided to peek in. "Brahms! Look at this mess, why would you do it?" You saw the Lady angrily walking around, cleaning a mess of toys in the floor. You creaked the door open and Mrs Heelshire noticed your presence.
"I am terribly sorry about this Ms (Y/l/n). Brahms is a little on edge due to us leaving..." She murmured, putting a toy back on it's shelf. "It's okay, I don't think anything of it" You gave a reasurring smile. She just nervously nodded and walked out of the door, persumabely to find Mr Heelshire. You, on the other hand, decided to walk in. The room was pretty much the same. Only little doll Brahms was sitting on his bed, staring into nowhere. "You're not so thrilled about me right? Me neighter to be quite frank with you..." You crouched in front of the doll, the walls creaking around you. "But we'll get used to each other. Were not staying together forever" You lifted the tiny pale hand with your finger and smiled. Even though it's a doll, you tried to act as if it's an actual boy.
"As I've said... good with this" You heard Mrs Heelshire's voice. She was acompanied at the door with her husband.
"(Y/n), may we have some time alone with Brahms?" He asked you. You nodded with a smile, got up from your crouch and walked out of the child's room with crossed arms

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