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Brahms' Boy Cave

Brahms Heelshire x reader

Word Count: 763

Warnings: Slightly disturbing (The doll in Brahms room behind the wall) Short, cute.

Brahms was basically famous for stealing my things and hiding them away from me, whether that be my clothes or towel whenever I was taking a shower, or even my food when I was looking the other way. Every time something was stolen from me, it was never returned, not that I really wanted the food that he took from me.

Since I had yet to have gone in the walls, I decided that I was going to find my way into them and see what exactly Brahms was doing when he went in there.

I trailed along the wall looking for an opening, hoping that Brahms wasn’t on the other side watching me intently. I pulled against a mirror causing it to open like a door and revealing the secret passage that led me through the inside of the walls.

stepping into the dark entrance I was immediately hit with the smell of dust and other unknown scents.

I covered my mouth as I quietly made my way through the walls, the only source of light being through the boards that led to the actual house itself.

I came across a ladder that led me higher up and I debated whether I actually should go up there.

Going against all odds, I climbed my way up the ladder and entered a room, a room covered in all sorts, but most importantly, the room Brahms was staying in.

Brahms had been laying on his bed with his mask off when I entered, and he instantly shot up when I arrived. “Y/n!” He cried as he rushed forward.

“Brahms, what is all this?” I looked around the room to see a lot of familiar things that I used to own. “So this is where you keep all my stolen goods, huh?” Brahms’ face flushed red as he reached over for his mask and slipped it on, blocking me from seeing his emotions.

My eyes landed on the bed he was previously sleeping on, and I noticed a doll that was wearing clothes that used to be my favourite until I could no longer find them. “Brahms, what do you do with that doll over there?” I questioned as I cocked my head to the side. I could only guess all the unholy things he did to that doll by the porn magazines he had on his bedside table and the used tissues.

Brahms got closer to me and dragged me out of the room. “Come on let me see the room you hide away from me. I promise I won’t judge you; this is your safe space; it would be bitchy of me to judge you for it.”

Brahms turned around to me. “Language.” I heard from behind the mask. He was hesitant as he glanced back into his room and back to me. Eventually though, he gave in and allowed me to explore his hideaway.

I noticed all the cut-out pictures he had of me hanging up on the wall and even some drawings he did of us together. “These are cute.” I gestured to drawings. My eyes came across some drawings that included us doing some inappropriate things together, and I decided to look over at something else.

The rest of the room was just covered in bits of scraps and trash that he would eventually have to pick up, and then all my missing items that I had found after all this time.

“You think you can do some more drawings, drawings that I could hang up?” I asked as I approached Brahms who had found himself in the corner of the room, looking as awkward as ever. He frantically nodded his head as he rushed over to a stack of paper and handed me some drawings.

I smiled as I looked over the drawings, most of which consisted of Brahms being praised for all the good things he does. “Thank you, Brahms.”

“Kiss?” Brahms asked as he leaned down close to my face. I stood up on my tip toes as I placed a kiss to the porcelain lips the of mask before I lifted up the mask a slight bit to kiss him on his actual lips.

I pulled away before it could get any far, knowing how Brahms could usually be. “Let’s come out from behind the walls and do something fun.” Brahms grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him as he rushed to find an exit. I chuckled at his response, but didn’t bother questioning it, and also didn’t bother retrieving my belongings from Brahms room.

#brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the doll #the boy #the boy 2016 #slashers x readers #slashers #slashers fanfiction

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Picking Flowers

Jason Voorhees x reader

Word Count: 553

Warning: Short, Cute

The day was lovely, the sun was shining brightly and there was a cool breeze that made everything perfect. I had woken up alone this morning, Jason nowhere in sight.

I decided that I was going to go on a walk and soak up the sun.

After grabbing everything that I needed, I exited out of the cabin that Jason and I stayed in and began my walk besides the lake. The sun was shining down on the water causing it to have a bright reflection.

As I was walking, I looked ahead and noticed a patch of flowers growing. I rushed over to the flowers and admired the pretty colour of the petals.

I picked a few of the flowers and placed them in a basket that I had taken with me.

As I skipped past the field, I allowed myself to have a break and breath in the fresh air. It wasn’t often that I was allowed out, and if I was, I always had Jason with me, but today was an exception.

Jason had checked the perimeter, God knows how many times, before I was even allowed to step out of the cabin we stayed, and even then I was sure that he was somewhere lurking, watching my every move just in case.

Once I had, had enough of walking around, I decided that I would head back to the cabin, and no surprise, Jason was standing at the doorway, awaiting my arrival. “I returned with some flowers, we could put them in some water and make the cabin smell nice.” I announced as I entered the cabin.

Jason walked silently walked over to me, his hockey mask hiding his expression. He glanced into the basket and snatched it up before rushing out of the cabin.

I walked out behind him to see what he was doing with the flowers, only to find him searching the ground with the basket still in his hand.

Jason picked up some empty beer bottles before returning back to the cabin. “We need to clean the bottles out. I’ll go by the lake and fill them up.” I picked out the bottles, only to be stopped by Jason who was frantically shaking his head. “I shouldn’t go to the lake and fill them up?” I questioned. Jason continued shaking his head. “Jason, I’ll be fine, okay? You can watch as I do it if you like.” I suggested.

Jason was hesitant as he followed me out of the cabin. He stayed close by me, but far enough so he wasn’t by the lake.

Once the beer bottles were thoroughly washed out and individually filled with water, I returned back to Jason’s side, and we went back to the cabin.

I watched as Jason picked out the flowers he wanted to go in the makeshift vases, and I stuck them in different places to add a sense of life to the run-down cabin, that was practically begging for a makeover.

“Beautiful, don’t you think?” I looked up at Jason. He nodded his head as he looked around the cabin at the flowers.

From behind his back, Jason pulled out a flower he had hidden and pushed it into my hair, so it sat just above my ear. “What a great way to end the day.”

#Jason Voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #friday the 13th

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Gift

Vincent Sinclair x reader

Word Count: 660

Warnings: Short, cute

I slowly made my way through the entrance of Vincent’s cave, I was planning on sneaking up on him and scaring him, having tried many times before and failing miserably.

I kept my steps light as I silently approached Vincent’s room where he did all his wax figures.

I peered around the corner to see Vincent with his back turned to me as he worked hard on a project. I held down a giggle as I began making my way towards his hunched over form.

Right as I was about to reach for him, I stood on something that made a loud crack causing Vincent to whip around and face himself in my direction.

I stood frozen as we stared at one another. “Um- Boo!” I yelled, only to receive no reaction. “What ya’ workin’ on.” I changed the conversation, playing it off as if I didn’t attempt to sneak up on him.

Vincent turned around and covered the thing that he had be spending his time creating, blocking it from my vision. “Hey! I want to see what it is.” I whined as I leaned over his shoulder.

Vincent shook his head as he lightly nudged me away. “Why can’t I see what it is?” I asked as I pouted.

I watched as Vincent pulled out his pen and paper and whilst still blocking my view, he wrote down on the sheet before handing it over to me.

’a surprise.’ Was what was written on the piece of paper. This made me perk up as I thought of all the things that he could make me.

“Ooh- I love surprises.” Vincent nodded his head and then began ushering me out of his cave. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving.” I said as I walked back over to where I had come from.

I blew him a kiss on my way out and then proceeded to find myself back up to the house.

I found Bo in the kitchen of the house cooking up a storm. “So, Vincent is making me a surprise…” I trailed off as I entered the kitchen.

“Yeah? Don’t care.” Bo answered as he never took his eyes off his food.

I scoffed at his words. “Do ya’ know what it could be?” I asked.

“A surprise?” He replied in a questioning tone.

“But what though?” I sighed.

“Found somethin’ on one of those ladies we killed, wanted to pretty it up for ya’.” He finally answered.

“Awe, that’s so sweet.” I cooed.

“Yeah, now get out of my kitchen.” Bo spun around with a spatula in his hands. I raised my own, signalling surrender from the man with the deadly weapon.

I backed out of the room and went into Vincent and I’s shared room. I fell back against the bed and allowed my eyes to rest after the not-so eventful day that I had.

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I woke up when I felt someone shaking my body, my eyes opening to reveal a bracelet being dangled in front of my face.

I sat up and saw Vincent was the one holding the jewellery. “Is this the surprise?” I held out my hand so Vincent could drop the shiny thing into them.

The bracelet twisted around in my hands as I admired all the pieces attached to it. Vincent nodded his head as he answered my question and then held a piece of paper out to me.

‘Do you like it?’

“Vince, I love it.” I exclaimed as I brought him in for a hug. As I pulled away, I placed a kiss on both sides of his cheeks that was covered by the mask, and then finally one on his forehead.

Vincent helped me secure the bracelet together so it wouldn’t slip off my wrist anytime I moved it. “I think for all your hard work today, that you deserve a reward.” Vincent stood up straight at my words as I smirked at him. “What do you think?”

#Vincent Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005

[crysalita]

The Plan to Kill

Bo Sinclair x reader

Word Count: 1735

Warnings: Death, cursing. (This was rushed, so my apologies for how bad it turned out)

I was just getting out of bed when Bo barged in, panting heavily as he held himself up with the door. “Show time, darlin’.” He smirked.

I sighed as I began getting dressed. I was going to be used as a sense of comfort for the newly found victims. They were most likely already freaked out by Lester, or Bo himself, and I would have to go out there and convince them that I’m friendly, and all I want to do is help.

I walked out of the house and met up with Bo, who was already outside waiting for me. “What’s the plan today?” I asked as we began walking back into town.

“There’s three of ‘em comin’ in with Lester, one girl and two guys. You, little lady, will lead the third wheel away from the other two. Get him to walk around House of Wax while waitin’ for their parts. Then once Vincent deals with him, I want you to come runnin’ back to the station all frightened.” I nodded along to Bo’s explanation, and before I knew it, we had arrived in town. “They should be 'ere soon, act like your walkin’ past the station, that way they won’t suspect a thing.” Bo leaned down and placed a kiss to my cheek before gesturing to the direction of the station.

I looked back at Bo one last time only to see his eyes glued to the lower half of my body. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour and began walking off.

I waited in alleyway where I was able to get a clear view of the three teenagers walking around and being as loud as they possible could. I scoffed at their childish behaviour and prepared myself for what was about to come.

I revealed myself from the alleyway and headed into the direction of the station where I could hear all the noise coming from.

I wasn’t sure what to do when the three people were inside, thinking they weren’t going to notice me, until I heard a voice calling out to me. “Hey!” I stopped walking and turned around to face the three. “Do you know who works here?” The taller one called out. He was the one that had a girl clinging onto his arm whereas the second guy kept his distance.

“Bo does. He not in there?” I asked stupidly as I approached the group.

“No, he isn’t.”

“I don’t really know him, but he could be at the church, I heard there was a funeral going on.” I suggested.

“Shit. Do you know how long he will be? I don’t really wanna interrupt a funeral.”

“He could be another hour, or so.” I replied. I watched as they all looked over at one another and began speaking.

“There isn’t anyone else that works here by any chance?” I shook my head.

“Bo’s the best we have in this small town.” I shrugged. “Speakin’ of which, since your waitin’, why don’t I show you 'round the House of Wax? Entertain you guys instead of sittin’ here, bored out of your minds.” I suggested. I hid the smile that threatened to reveal itself.

“Yeah, you know what. How about my boy, Jake over here, goes with you?” The taller one nudged his friend forward who awkwardly looked around.

“Sounds like a date.” I smiled. I held my hand out to Jake who looked down at it before hesitantly taking it.

“Have fun, Jake!” His friends called out as we walked away.

“Well Jake, I’m Y/n.” I continued to hold the boys hand who was constantly squeezing my own. “What brings you guys to Ambrose?”

“Going away on a trip, and then the car broke down.” He kept his answer short, meaning he wasn’t yet trusting me, which was understandable. I didn’t know what more to do to make him give in.

“Doesn’t sound very fun for you, having to be the third wheel and all. I know personally it would suck for me, but hey, I’ll keep you company.” I smiled brightly to the boy as I skipped ahead, finally letting go of his hand. “You’ll love the House of Wax. People always come in just to see it, after all, it’s the only thing you can really do here.”

I pointed over to the big sign that announced the House of Wax. “Look, there it is.”

I rushed a head and entered the building made completely out of wax. Noticing that Vincent was standing there, I quickly ushered him to leave. “I got someone coming.” I whispered. Vincent quickly nodded his head and hid away in the shadows.

As Jake pushed through the doors, I jumped out and scared him. He jumped backwards and hit the wall causing me to laugh. “Got ya’” I chuckled. He lightly laughed along as he shook his head.

“You were right. This place is amazing.” He was in awe as he looked around at everything. “A bit weird though.” He said as he poked at one of the wax figures.

“Weird?” I questioned as I tilted my head to the side.

“Yeah, I’d be terrified if I woke up to one of these in my room. I think I’d be terrified if I had one of these at all. They look freakishly realistic.” He explained as he walked around. “Even the walls are made out of wax, it truly is a house of wax.”

“Well no shit. That’s the point.” I followed behind Jake as he wandered around.

I glanced behind me and noticed Vincent moving around behind me. A smirk threatened to show, but instead I hid it by pointing at some more artwork.

It wasn’t much longer before I noticed Vincent creeping up from behind Jake out of the corner of my eyes, but instead of reacting I kept my eyes glued to the art.

“What the fuck?” Jake mumbled. He turned around and immediately backed up when he saw Vincent. “Who the fuck are you?”

I feigned fear when Jake looked back at me. “Who is this guy?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and watched as Vincent pulled out his infamous knives.

“Oh my gosh.” I gasped as I pointed over at Vincent. “Run!” I screamed as I took off out of the room, Jake following behind me.

I ran to the front door and fumbled with the handle, slowing us down so that Vincent could get to us. I looked over my shoulder to see Vincent grabbing a hold of the teenager and shoving him down to the ground. He let out a cry when Vincent stomped on his stomach.

I quickly ran out the door and let out a breath as I began to walk back to the station.

I took my time walking back to the station and when I saw Bo coming out, I picked up my pace and began sobbing.

Everyone’s attention was snapped towards me as I ran down to them. “Jake- he-” I stammered before breaking down.

Bo approached me; his smile hidden by the fact that the other two were behind him. “What happened darlin’?” He asked as he brought his hands to my face.

“Where’s Jake? What happened to him?” Jake’s friends questioned.

“We were at the House of Wax, looking around, and then this guy came out of nowhere. He was wearing a mask, and then he attacked us. I tried to get Jake out, but-” I stopped mid-sentence to let out a fake cry as I fell into Bo’s arms.

“We need to go get Jake.” The boy announced, his girlfriend seemed hesitant as she glanced around.

“We’ll all go together, four against one, what can he do?” Bo suggested as I started to recover from my breakdown. The other two nodded their heads and we started making our way to the House of Wax.

“Good performance.” Bo leaned down to whisper in my ear. I lit up at his praise as we came closer to the building.

“This is it. He’s in there, last I checked.” Bo took the lead as he pushed open the door, me following close behind him. I looked over at the other two who seemed nervous.

“Are you sure we should go in there?” The girl mumbled to her boyfriend.

“Jake’s our friend, we can’t leave him behind.” He scoffed.

When the door opened, it revealed a trail of blood leading down to where I knew Vincent’s cave was. I gasped at the mess. “This was where I left him.”

“You just left him here? Why the fuck didn’t you help him.” The boy shoved at my shoulder causing me to bump into Bo.

“Hey! Don’t put ya’ filthy hands on my girl.” Bo stepped in front of me to size the other guy up.

“Wait, you guys are together? You said you didn’t really know him.” The attention was brought back to me, and I noticed Vincent sneaking up behind the two teens.

“Oops.” I dramatically put my hand to my lips as if I had just said something that I shouldn’t have.

Then it all began.

Vincent hit the girl over the back of the head with a chunk of wood and then whipped out one of his knives.

Bo charged at the last man standing and they tumbled to the ground, the girl lying unconscious on the ground. Vincent rushed over to me and dragged me to the front, pushing me through it. He held his hand out to me, gesturing for me to stay here.

I sighed as the door was then shut in my face.

Listening through the door, I was able to hear grunts and cries of pain, none of which sounded familiar, thankfully, and it wasn’t much longer until the door was opened to reveal Bo.

“All done.” He clapped his hands together. Bo pulled me in for a side hug and then left his arm around my shoulder as he led me away from the House of Wax and up to the house. “Didn’t know who he was messin’ with.” Bo spoke up as he placed a kiss to the side of my head. “Puttin’ his hands on my girl like that.” He scoffed.

“Okay, hulk.” I mocked.

“Laughin’ now, won’t be when I get you back home.” I was suddenly scooped up into Bo’s arms and lifted off the ground.

#Bo Sinclair #Bo Sinclair x reader #House of Wax #house of wax 2005 #Slashers #Slashers x reader

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The Oldest Sawyer

Drayton Sawyer (2017) x reader

Word Count: 1631

Warnings: Death, Gory (Ending scene from the movie) Cursing.

I was startled awake with the feeling of someone repeatedly shaking my body. The first thing I saw was the nurse right in front of my face.

I scoffed. “Get away from me, traitor.” I crawled backwards, and it was then that I noticed the officer that locked me up too. “Well, look what we have here.” I smirked as I noticed his tied-up form. “Where’s Jackson?” I looked around the room.

“Y/n, that’s the thing. Jackson, his real names Jedidiah, Jedidiah Sawyer. I would explain the rest of the story, but we need to get out of here, now!” Lizzy explained.

“What are you talking about? I’m not leaving Jackson- well, Jedidiah I guess. Unlike you, Lizzy, he’s actually my friend.” I stood up from where I was placed and pushed through the doors, only to find a room lit up with candles that exposed all the bones used as decorations.

The room stunk, it reeked a foul smell, like something was dying. “The Sawyers are cannibals, Y/n. That’s the smell of all their victims.” Hartman called out.

I rolled my eyes, and then proceeded to walk out the other room. “Jackson! Or Jedidiah! Whatever the fuck your name is!” I marched out of the room only to be met with a sweaty man with a beard. “Who are you?” I asked, only to be grabbed by the man and pulled into a tight hold. “Let go of me!” I cried as I kicked repeatedly. I was pulled into a room with a couch facing the opened doorway. “Where is he! Jackson!” My attempts at setting myself free didn’t help in anyway as I only ended up hurting myself when I accidentally kicked the doorway.

Lizzy and Hartman were dragged into the room as well, being pulled along by two other people I had never seen before. Hartman was shoved onto the couch with everyone in the room facing him.

“You messed with the wrong family.” The woman spoke up.

My hands went up to the man arms as I tried to free myself from his grip.

“Yeah, you proud of this god damn family, huh?” Hartman mocked, groaning due to the wound he had in his stomach. The woman sighed at his words and instead turned to face the other direction.

“Jed!” She called out. I perked up when I heard her call his name.

“Jackson!” The woman turned around and eyed me before she once again called out for the man who now held two names.

The room was filled with the heavy footsteps of an unknown person who I couldn’t see due to the man holding me down.

I peered around the man to see Jackson with a muzzle on his face, and a chainsaw in his hand. “Jackson!” He looked up at me and his demeanour faltered for a bit. He looked back at the woman and nodded his head in my direction.

“What is it, Jed?” She asked as she came closer to him. He mumbled something that I wasn’t able to catch before the woman pulled back and slowly nodded her head. “This is Jed’s friend, Y/n. She doesn’t die.” I sighed in relief, before I glanced over at Lizzy.

“Could have been you if you didn’t get Bud killed you piece of shit.” I attempted to get out of the man’s arms to charge at the backstabbing nurse, only for Jackson, well Jed now, to raise his hand to silently tell me to stop. He raised the chainsaw, and I smirked. “That is a better idea.” I thought. “At least let me get a punch in though.” Before I could throw myself at the girl, the same pair of arms came back around me and pulled me back into his body. “Let me get her.” I thrashed around.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Jed will deal with her soon.” The man from behind me whispered in my ear. I froze at his words, having been the first time I heard him speak. I felt a weird sensation at his voice but shook it off as nerves.

Jed brought the chainsaw up to Hartman’s face and staggered around. “Look what that man did to your face.” The woman spoke. I couldn’t forget the sight of the bullet going through Jed’s face, and the missing chunk of flesh.

Jed revved the chainsaw as he started it up, this caused Lizzy to let out a loud scream. “Shut up over there. you’re next, you hear me?” Jed raised the chainsaw up in the air and then shoved it back down towards Hartman’s chest.

Hartman let out a cry when the chainsaw went straight through his hand. I had to look away at the sight of the blood spraying everywhere and dripping from the chainsaw. “Beautiful, ain’t it?” The man mumbled, his arms tugging me tighter against his figure.

The mixture of Jed’s, Hartman’s and Lizzy’s screams echoed throughout the room, until finally Hartman went quiet. I looked back at the bloody mess that was filling the room with the metallic stench.

Suddenly Lizzy slammed the back of her head into the other man’s face, causing him to release her, giving her time to run out the door.

I went to run after the nurse, but I was stopped by the woman who was ushering the boys out. “Go get her.” She ordered as she pointed out the door.

The two boys ran out of the house, cheering as they chased after Lizzy. “Jed, remember what I told you? Go get her.” She nudged Jed out. “Nobody messes with our family.” Jed revved his chainsaw as he lagged behind the others.

The woman turned back to me and gestured for me to follow her. “We need to have a little chat.” I nodded my head as I walked beside her. “I’m Jed’s mother, Verna, the boy that was holding you is Jed’s brother, Drayton, and the other one is Nubbins. If there is one thing that we don’t like, it’s outsiders.” She explained. “With that being said, Jed wants you to stay here, so that the only reason you are being kept alive. Do something to threaten my family, and I will skin you alive and feed you to the pigs, am I clear?”

“Crystal.” I mumbled.

“Who is that other girl anyways?” She asked as we kept our distance behind Jed.

“That’s a nurse back at that hell hole. She seemed okay at first, and then she got our friend Bud killed. It was always the three of us, me, Jed, and Bud, and she came along and ruined that. There’s nothing more that I want than to see her die a painful death.” I replied.

“Well why don’t you run along and hunt that traitor too, have some fun of your own.” Verna held out a tomahawk to me, and I took it from her. I smirked at the sharp blade as I twirled it around in my hand.

“Thanks, Verna.”

“No, no. You best get used to calling me mama, you’re a part of the family now.” She corrected. I smiled at her words before I took off into the woods.

I listened out for the footsteps, but it was hard to hear from Jed’s chainsaw.

When I saw someone run through the trees, I chased after them, hoping that it was Lizzy.

I froze when I heard the chainsaw get cut off, and the sound of crunching leaves coming from behind me. I spun around to find Drayton standing there with an axe in his hands. “You’re not tryna’ run are ya’?”

“Nah, just tryna’ find Lizzy. Hoping to give her a beating before she’s killed off.” The man in front of me slowly nodded his head before gesturing for me to follow him.

“Careful out ‘ere. Traps everywhere.”

“Really? I haven’t seen any-” Suddenly I was scooped up and lifted into the air. I let out a quiet scream as the rope came around me, encasing me in a trap. “What the fuck! Did you lead me to this?” I cried as I was dangling in the air.

“I told ya’ be careful.” He chuckled as he watched me.

“Are you just gonna sit and stare or help me out?” He waited a few more seconds before he finally made up his mind and walked over to the rope that kept me up. He cut the bit of rope and I was sent falling to the ground and landed with a loud thud.

“Shit, I think I broke every bone in my body.” I groaned as I held my side.

“Your fine.” He scoffed as he grabbed a hold of my arm and yanked me up. I winced as I staggered forward to try to keep balance.

“We killed her!” I heard through the trees. I limped over in that direction, following behind Drayton.

“Good you guys are back, what happened to you?” Verna asked as she looked over at me.

“Found herself in one our traps.” Drayton smirked as he looked down at me.

I looked behind Verna and Jed to find the body Lizzy with no head attached to it. I smiled at the sight.

I limped over to Jed and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” I whispered in his ear. I felt as he dropped the chainsaw and wrapped his arms around me.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest.” Verna cooed. “Can’t wait until you give me grand babies.” I pulled away when I heard that.

“Uh, no offence Jed, but I only see him as a brother.” Jed shook his head and gave me a thumbs up as he attempted to smile with the muzzle on.

“Well that’s okay. You can be Drayton’s than.”

#Leatherface #leatherface 2017 #jedidiah sawyer #Drayton Sawyer x reader #Drayton Sawyer #Jed Sawyer #Slashers #slashers x reader #drayton sawyer 2017 #texas chainsaw massacre #Nubbins Sawyer #Verna Sawyer #Horror #horror fanfic #horror imagines

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Held Hostage

Jason Voorhees x reader

Word count: 1840

Warnings: Death, decapitation.

The day I had found myself in Camp Crystal Lake was the day that my life would be torn away from me. The day that I would be locked away under the ground and held hostage by the man that everyone believed to be a myth.

The day I came, I wasn’t here to party, do drugs, or have sex. Instead I was here to pay my respects for the poor boy that had drowned in the lake. Jason Voorhees, the young boy who had drowned when he was thrown into the lake. He was called names, picked on because of his differences. Due to his death, his mother had gone on a murder spree to get revenge for her son.

All the time I would hear stories about this camp, and each time they had a different outcome. People believed that it was all a hoax, a campfire story they told to scare the kids. Some believed that it was all true and that Jason actually did drown, and then there’s the few that believed he was still alive, and those few people were right.

When I encountered Jason, it was the most unexpected thing. I was one of those people that were convinced that Jason had actually drowned, so when I saw the man in the hockey mask who stood dead silent, I knew it was none other than him.

Jason held a machete in his hand, blood dripping from the blade from what I could only assume belonged to the people that I had heard pull up earlier on.

I was sat by the lake, out on the dock as I looked off into the water. I could only imagine that pain Pamela felt when she found out her little boy was dead, only he wasn’t.

*FLASHBACK*

It was silent, considering the truck filled with people that had arrived earlier on, as a matter of fact, I hadn’t heard them since they took off into the forest.

A part of me was saying that I should leave, and never return, but there was a bigger part of me that was saying that I should say. Something was drawing me in, to sit and acknowledge the people that had died on this land, pay my respects, and apologise for the immaturity of the other trespassers who come to party.

I heard the sound of leaves crunching from behind me and I whipped around, only to find myself frozen in shock at what I was seeing.

A man, I could only assume, covered from head to toe so I could see any skin. He had on a hockey mask that blocked me from viewing his face. “Jason?” I stupidly asked.

I found myself staring down at the machete he held in his hands that was covered in thick coats of blood, dripping from how much was on it. “I wasn’t here to disrespect you, or your mother. I promise.” I stammered, my eyes never leaving the blade. “I wanted to come here and pay my respects and apologise for the actions of others.” I rushed out in an attempt to save myself. My words were true, but they were said in this moment in hope that I wouldn’t be killed.

He remained unbothered as he stood his ground.

“What they did to you, wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve that. We all have things about us that makes us different. What would the world be like if we all looked the same? Please, Jason. I’ll leave and I won’t come back, I-” I stopped speaking when the man tensed up and he began to charge at me. I frantically looked around when I realised that I was cornered. I was foolish to not have taken those swimming lessons.

The next thing I knew, everything went black and when I awoke, I was chained to the wall, where I would spend all my days for who knows how long.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

My only source of entertainment now a days was wondering if any of Jason’s victims had got away, which never happened, but there was always a slight part of me that believed there was a chance that one of them could flee the giants attacks, and maybe then I would be rescued from this hole.

I stared at Jason as he worked at his bench. I couldn’t see from where I was, but whatever it was, it was certainly important to him, as every time he was finished he hid it in a spot where no one would ever search for it.

His head shot up when the classic sound of the bells ringing throughout the cave caught his attention. He immediately put the item back in its place and gabbed his machete that was covered in dry blood. He glanced back at me before he exited the cave I was trapped in, leaving me all alone.

I waited impatiently for the sound of teen screams, but surprisingly they didn’t come.

My throat was still sore from the last time, but I screamed as loud as I could. “Help me!” I cried. I attempted to hold myself still, as my wrist were sensitive due to the consistent rubbing of the metal chains against my skin. “Help!” I repeated once again.

Then I heard it.

I sighed as I realised that Jason was already coming back, it was a false alarm. These happened more often than you would expect. An animal would fumble into a trap that Jason had set.

This time though, it was different.

I heard a voice. That was when I knew that it was someone else. “Hello?” The voice called out.

“Over here!” I cried. I heard whispering after my call out and then I heard footstep running in my direction.

Two guys came into view.

One of the guys froze in his place whereas the other rushed towards me. “Shit.” The guy mumbled as he looked at my chains. “Is there a key anywhere?” He asked as he looked around. “Dude don’t just stand there. Look.” He said to the other guy.

“I don’t think so.” I mumbled, my voice coming out raspy.

“I’ll have to break it.” He spoke. I watched as he picked up a rock off the ground and held the chain out. He bashed against the chain with all his strength, and then I was finally free.

My arms fell limp to my side, and I felt a breath of relief leave my body when I felt the cool air hit my bruised skin. “Come on, we have to get you out of here. Help-” When the boy in front of me looked over his shoulder, he got front row view of the machete penetrating through the chest of his friend.

Blood sprayed from the wound as Jason retracted the blade. “Run!” I yelled as I nudged the boy to leave, only he didn’t. He was shocked, and because of this reason, he didn’t last much longer.

Jason trudged forward with heavy steps and sliced across the boys neck, his head rolling of his body and hitting the ground. I moved over just in time as the body fell backwards and landed besides me.

I looked away from the bloody mess, as tears began to fall. That feeling of freedom I felt before was long gone and now I filled with fear and panic. Could this be it? Will I finally die?

Jason took slow steps as he walked towards me, I couldn’t tell what his gaze was on exactly as his eyes were completely dark. He didn’t look real. He didn’t look alive.

I crawled back as far as I could, with my arms being weak from how long it had been since they were able to move freely. I was stopped by the wall behind me, and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact, only it didn’t come.

I heard the clatter of Jason’s machete hitting the ground and that was when I opened my eyes.

Jason crouched down in front of me, and his hands came over to my own. He gently picked up my arm and brought my wrist close to his face.

He was looking over my wounds.

He did the same thing with the other one before he placed them back down and he stood up.

I observed Jason as he stalked over to his bench and pulled out the item he always kept hidden, and it was then that I saw the locket.

Jason walked back over to me with the locket dangling from his hand. I stayed still as he placed the locket over my head and pulled my hair out from underneath it.

I looked down at the locket, eyeing it to see what was so special. It had a photo, a photo of Pamela Voorhees. It was Jason’s mothers. That’s why he kept it so hidden.

“Why are you giving this to me?” I asked. Of course I didn’t receive an answer from the mute man, who in return stood up and went back over to his desk.

Jason pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled on it with a chunk of charcoal. He held the paper out to me, and I barely make out what the writing was.

’You are mine. You can’t leave me.’

I looked down when I read those words.

Jason was a broken man, all he wanted was for someone to be with him, so he wasn’t alone once again, but he was a murderer.

“Jason.” His head snapped over towards my direction. “You can’t keep me locked up. Someone will come and they will find me. You’ll get in a lot of trouble.” I tried to explain.

Jason aggressively pointed down to the piece of paper in my hand as if to make a point. He tightly gripped my arm and pulled it back over to the broken chain. “Jason, wait!” He paused. “I won’t leave you.” I breathed out. “Just please don’t chain me up again. You can keep me locked up down here, but don’t tie me up. I need to move around.”

Jason was hesitant, but he eventually nodded his head and silently walked away. He looked over at the exit and pulled it down shut, locking it up with some more chains that he found and a padlock. He pushed against the shut door and then returned back to his previous spot in front of me.

I then remembered the dead bodies that were still inside, and I glanced over at them. “Are you going to get rid of them?” I asked as I nodded towards the body.

Jason frantically nodded his head and threw the two bodies over his shoulder, collecting the severed head along with them. He turned around and looked over at his machete that was left lying on his bench. He looked back over at me before he walked away.

I was once again Jason’s hostage, but at least this time I had more freedom.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #slashers x reader #friday the 13th #camp crystal lake #slashers

[crysalita]

Left Behind

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2439

Warnings: Suicide mentioned when Bo is telling the story about Trudy.

I had to admit that I never actually wanted to be here, on a road trip that is, but somehow I had managed to find myself getting an invite from Carly, who claimed there needed to be more girls. I reluctantly agreed to tag along, and so far I was regretting that poorly made decision.

I was a third wheel as I lagged behind Carly and Wade. I felt as if all I had done so far since we arrived in this town was either roll my eyes or sigh at their constant flirting. If I had of known that this is what my day was going to consist of then I would have said no in a heartbeat.

The small town we had arrived in gave me strange vibes, whether it was because the town was oddly empty even though we could hear chatter, or whether it was because of the two men that we had come across.

Bo, the man that works at the gas station, spent most of the time eyeing me down after the run in at the church, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“So, Y/n. What did you think about Bo? He seems to have taken quite an interest in you.” Carly teased, nudging my shoulder.

We were in the gas station looking for whatever part that Wade needed.

“Don’t be stupid, he was just being friendly.” I scowled.

“Coming from a guys perspective, he definitely finds you hot.” Wade spoke up.

I sent him a glare. “Just look for that part.”

“He’s got everything, but a 15 inch. I’ll just have to use a 16 inch.” Wade grabbed a hold of the strap that he needed, but we were startled when we heard another voice.

“Are you planning on stealing that?” When I turned around, I was met with Bo leaning against the door frame, still in his suit and tie. I had to admit that the suit did look good on him.

“No, we just didn’t know how much longer you were gonna be, and you know, we didn’t wanna interrupt again.” Wade rushed out. ���But I left you some money on the counter, but you don’t even really have the right size. You don’t have any 15 inches.”

“I do at the house.” Bo replied, not looking in the slightest bit like he was convinced by Wade’s constant stuttering, I couldn’t blame him though, Wade made us look more suspicious than we actually were.

“Look, I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea that we’re in here.” Carly attempted to ease the tension.

“Yeah, we already feel bad enough after interrupting the first time, we just didn’t want to do it again.” I smiled politely. In return, Bo sent me one of his own smiles and gestured for us to come out of the shed.

“No worries. That was in the past. We can move on from that.” Bo replied as he held the door open for us.

“You keep fan belts at your house?” Wade asked.

“I get things delivered there when I’m not here. Look, if you want to hold onto the 16, that’s fine by me.” Bo was looking more agitated by the minute.

“No, it’s okay.”

Bo led us outside of the gas station and we began our journey to the house that Bo lived at. My legs were already tired enough as it was from all the walking we had done, and I honestly wasn’t trying to do anymore.

“So, is it too late to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?” Wade asked with a smirk on his face.

“Now unfortunately it is, well at least for you-” Bo turned and nodded in my direction. “-Because you have won, hands down.” I blushed slightly at his comment but shook it off quickly as I looked away.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. My gaze landed on Carly who was giving me a smug smile to which I rolled my eyes at.

“That house of Wax is pretty cool.” Wade changed the subject. This caught Bo’s attention.

“You went inside?”

“Yeah, it was unlocked.”

“I did try to tell them they shouldn’t, but they both happen to be very stubborn.” I didn’t dare step foot into the House of Wax. Knowing myself I would probably end up ruining the art in there, and I would never forgive myself if I destroyed someone’s art that they, more than likely, spent hours trying to create. I did manage to get quick look inside when Carly and Wade entered, and it truly was amazing.

“Everything seems to be unlocked ‘round here, don’t it? Thank you for having respect.” I was rewarded with another one of his smiles that really did compliment his face, although he did use quite an odd choice of words as it made him seem all the creepier.

I shared a look between the other two, who were also very creeped out.

“I did get a look inside though, when they opened the door that is, and the wax sculptures are amazing.” I complimented. I was a bit bummed out that I couldn’t see the artwork up close to see their full detail, but my conscious got to the best of me and now I was glad that I didn’t go in.

“Yeah, people used to come and see it from miles away. Trudy was the main artist.” I could imagine the amount of people that I wanted to see it, but for some reason there wasn’t any.

“What about Vincent?” Carly questioned. “I saw his name on a lot of the work.”

“One of Trudy’s boys.”

“That family must be very talented. Are any of them still around? I would love to meet them, and maybe they could help me out with some of my own art.” I commented.

“Oh- no. It’s a horrible story. Trudy’s husband, Doctor Sinclair, he was a doctor. He got his licence revoked for doing surgery’s on the side, you know, stuff that most doctors wouldn’t do. So, he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose, made a fresh start in medical practise and Trudy found her calm with the whole wax sculpture thing.” Bo explained as we walked past the House of Wax. “It was her dream to do something incredible here. Then she had a couple of kids-”

“What’s so horrible about that?”

“Trudy got a cyst in her brain, she just started rottin’ away.” My eyes widened as Bo continued the story. It was really starting to take a dark turn. “Couldn’t work no more, she went crazy, and it got so bad, that Doctor Sinclair had to strap her up to the bed. The whole town could hear her screaming from the house. And Doctor Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn’t save her he-” Bo creates a gun with his fingers and pretends to shoot himself in the head. “Blew his head right off.”

“That’s horrible.” I mumbled.

By now we were approaching the last house on the road, meaning this was where Bo was staying. The sky was getting darker and darker by the minute, making the situation all the more terrifying.

“Hey, uh, why don’t you three hop in, and I’ll go get that fanbelt for ya’” Bo opened the door to his car and gestured for us to hop in.

“No, we actually have some friends picking us up where the roads washed out.” Carly interrupted.

“I’ll give ya’ a lift there. It’s the least I could do then for making ya’ll wait.” Carly and I both turned to Wade who was nodding his head.

“Could I use the toilet?” I asked Bo as Carly hopped into the car.

“Yeah, of course. You said you need to use the can too, didn’t ya?” Bo faced Wade. He then proceeded to ask Carly the same question before he led us into his house.

The house was nothing less than what I expected, not that I expected much. To no surprise, it was quite messy, but I couldn’t hold that against Bo, as he most likely wasn’t expecting guests.

“So, where ya’ headed too anyway?”

“Uh, where just headed to a football game.” Wade answered.

“Bathrooms just down the hall. Let me get out of this jacket and tie, and I’ll get the fanbelt. I have another bathroom upstairs for ya’ to use.” I followed Bo up the stairs as Wade walked down the hall. I began feeling nervous as now I was left alone. “You interested in football?” Bo cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. I found myself staring a little longer than I should have, which Bo took notice of too, as his lips twitched up into a sly smirk.

“No, not really. Just here for Carly.” Bo nodded his head along with what I was saying before he popped another question, a very unexpected question.

“I take it ya’ single than?”

“What makes you think that?” I stammered.

“Well, considering those two are tied to the hip, that would most likely mean that if ya’ were seeing someone, then they’d be 'ere too.” Bo explained as he shrugged off his jacket. “And if it were me, I wouldn’t let ya’ out of my sight. Especially in a town I’ve never been in.” Bo opened a door that revealed to be the second bathroom he owned. I walked in and closed the door and instantly let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.

This man was making me feel all kinds of things, and I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

I did my business and exited the bathroom to see Bo waiting outside, this time he was dressed in casual clothing, and no longer rocked a suit and tie. I had to admit that this man could certainly pull off both looks.

“Did you need help getting anything? I don’t mind helping.” I offered.

“That would be nice, thank you.” I followed behind Bo, who led us into the garage that was covered in tools and what I could only assume was car parts.

“Is it always this quiet in town?” I watched as Bo gathered some things and placed them in crate he had. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited where he had placed down the crate.

“Depends on the day, I guess. Sometimes it can be noisy, believe or not, and some days it’s dead silent. Today just so happens to be one of those days.” Bo mumbled.

All of a sudden the lights were cut off and everything went pitch black. I immediately put my arms out to reach for something to grab a hold of. “Bo?” I held my hand out in the direction of where Bo was last stood. “Bo? Where are you?” I felt his hand come in contact with my own.

“I’m right here, sweets.” I was thankful the lights were off so Bo couldn’t see the blush spread out across my burning face. “I don’t know what happened.” The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the garage, and then I heard the sound of the horn from outside.

“They must be waiting for us.” I muttered to no one in particular. The lights then turned on and I found myself extremely close to Bo as his chest was almost plastered to my back. “Sorry about that. That was childish.” I apologised I pulled myself away from Bo.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Ya’ get a little scared of the dark, nothing to be ashamed of.” Bo picked up the crate of tools. “I’m going to take this stuff out to the truck. Would you mind finding the wrench for me? It should be in one of the drawers over there.” Bo nodded his head in the direction of where the cupboard filled with drawers were before he exited the garage.

Everything felt scarier now that I was alone and everything around me was silent. I could hear my own breathing with how silent it was, and I hated it.

I searched through the different drawers before I found the wrench that I was looking for.

I began hearing shouting from outside and I quickly made my way outside, only to find the truck driving away and Bo standing outside, the tools scattered across the ground. “Bo, what happened?” I slowly approached Bo who was seething with anger, that was until he turned around to me. His face relaxed as he locked eyes with my own.

“Your little friends just decided to drive off with my truck. I guess they forgot that there was a third one with them.” My mood dulled at his words. How could they just leave me like that? “Hey, don’t let them get ya’ down. You don’t need 'em. Especially after the way they’ve acted today.” That didn’t change the fact that someone that I considered to be my best friend, had just left me behind to run off with her boyfriend, did I ever really mean anything to her. “Listen, I have another truck at the station, if ya’ like, we could walk down tomorrow morning and I could drive ya’ where you need to go.”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” Bo walked back inside, forgetting about the tools that were lying all around.

“You can sleep on the couch for tonight. I’ll get ya’ some blankets to keep ya’ warm. Did ya’ want something to eat?” Bo yelled out as he walked up the stairs.

“I’m good.” I called back. I sat down on the couch and stared off into nothing, this day was going horrible. I sighed as I placed my head into my hands and tiredly rubbed my eyes.

“Hey, ya’ know. I’d love to see ya’ some more. I wasn’t lying when I said ya’ were pretty. Definitely caught my eye.” Bo placed down the blankets on the end of the couch as he sat down beside me.

I found myself blushing for what felt like the millionth time today. “Really? I’d like to see you more too.” I whispered, looking everywhere but the man beside me.

Bo placed his finger on my chin and guided me to look in his direction. “Look at me when ya’ speak. I want to see ya’.”

Before I knew it, we had spent what felt like hours talking on that couch before I eventually got tired and fell asleep, and that was definitely the only good part about my day, getting to talk to Bo.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax x reader #slashers #slashers x reader

[crysalita]

Brahms the Boy

Brahms Heelshire x reader

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Violence, Death, Cole

When I was asked to accompany Greta with her new babysitting job, the last thing I expected was to find a doll that we would be looking after.

I didn’t dare question why we had to look after a porcelain doll because I felt it would be rude to ask, and besides, this just makes everything easier for us.

The house was lovely, slightly creepy, but lovely none of the less. It was a big house for an elderly couple and sometimes I felt so alone, minus the constant feeling of someone watching me.

Every now and then I would here creaks in the walls, but I would brush them off being the fact that the house was quite old.

We were given a set of rules that we were to follow, most of them were okay. I didn’t know how I felt about rule number 4 and rule number 10, never cover Brahms’ face and kiss goodnight.

After finding out that Brahms was capable of moving on his own, I was beginning to be more cautious on the things I did, always keeping an eye out.

*

“Tell Greta to think about us getting back together.” Cole pleads. I was pulled aside so Cole could convince me to talk to Greta about their, long gone, relationship. “I love her, I really do.”

“She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on.” I reply calmly. I noticed that the more I denied his pleas, the more he was getting angry.

I wince as he grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me close. “You better hope that she wants to get back with me, because if not, she’ll be saying good-bye to you too.” He threatens.

He lets go of my arm and allows me to walk away.

Greta was standing outside of the room, holding onto Brahms. “He wants to talk with you.” I mumbled. I covered my arm behind my back before reaching for Brahms.

I hold onto Brahms tightly as I wait for Greta and Cole to finish their conversation. “Why can’t he just leave her alone.” I whisper to Brahms. “I just wish he would leave.”

Cole was never a personal favourite, for obvious reasons, but I never had the heart to tell Greta all the horrible things he would say to me. She always seemed so in love, and I didn’t want to ruin that for her.

I walk up the stairs and into Brahms room where I lay him down on his bed. I do the usual routine where I tuck Brahms into his bed and left with a goodnight kiss before I walked back to my own room and went to bed.

*

I was awoken when I heard calls from downstairs, I instantly shot out of bed and ran down. “Greta!” Greta was ahead of me as she entered the room that Cole was staying in. “Get in here.” Cole grabs Greta by the arm and pulls her into the room, me following behind her. “What is this?” We were met with the words ‘get out’ written in, what I could only assume, was blood. “Was this you?”

“I didn’t do that.” My eyes land on Brahms sitting in a chair, directly underneath the message.

“Brahms.” I mutter. I rush over to Brahms where I pick him up and keep him close to me, making sure Cole can’t get to him.

“The doll wrote this? How do we know it wasn’t your psycho bitch friend?” Cole points a finger at me as he scowls. This doesn’t work in his favour as Greta comes over to me and stands beside me. “Ok, fine. It wasn’t either of you. It was the doll.”

With each word, Cole takes a step forward until he’s directly in front of us. “Give me the doll.” I shake my head at his demand and the second he takes another step, I take off running out of the room, tugging Greta to follow along.

“It was me; I swear. Just don’t touch Brahms.”

My lack of direction caused me to end up cornering us in a room as Cole blocked the door. “Give me the doll!” He launches himself forward and grabs Brahms by the legs, shoving me backwards to I hit Greta.

I fall to the ground from the shove, and Malcolm comes running in. “Hey! Get your things and get out of here!” He shouts at Cole.

With the help of Greta, I am able to get back onto my feet and my eyes lock onto Brahms who was being swung around carelessly by Cole. “You know, everyone just seems to be in a big hurry for me to leave. Maybe-” He turns to Malcolm. “Maybe you left that message for me. Huh? Or are you gonna say it was the doll too?”

“Just put Brahms down and we can talk about this.” I attempt to get Cole to leave Brahms alone, but it’s no use.

“Cole, you don’t understand-”

“No, I think I understand exactly what’s going on here. What’s so special about this doll?”

As I go to take a step towards Cole and reach for Brahms, Cole raises Brahms up and swings him back down, causing the doll to hit the edge of a chair and shatter into pieces. The ashes from the doll fly up and I am left in shock. “Brahms.” I mumble.

Suddenly, from inside the walls, we could hear the sound of movement. There were creaks and bangs as well as the lights beginning to flicker. “We need to leave.”

It was as if someone was walking through the walls as everything stopped when it reached a mirror. Cole approaches the mirror and puts his ear to it, in order to hear what’s inside. “We should really go.” Malcolm places a hand on both Greta and me.

“There’s something-” The glass smashes in Cole’s face as he is sent flying back, hitting the ground right in front of us, but that wasn’t what I was focused on.

I was focused on the figure that stood behind the mirror. “Y/n?” My eyes widen as I hear my name being called. “Y/n? Are you okay?” A hand comes out from the mirror followed by the person behind it.

The man hidden behind a mask comes out from the mirror and stands to his full height, towering over Cole who was on the floor in front of him. “Is that-” I begin, but I am cut off by Malcolm.

“It’s Brahms.”

“It can’t be.”

Malcolm runs forward to block Brahms from getting to Cole, but he shoved a way and instead takes a hit to the side of the head with a broken stick of wood.

The man then turns his attention back to Cole and gets on top of him. “Brahms!” I try to stop Brahms from hitting Cole, but once again I find myself on the floor. “Brahms, stop it!” I cry.

Brahms then proceeds to pick up a broken piece from the doll and stabs it straight into Cole’s neck. Blood spills out from the wound and my ears are filled with a chocking sound from Cole.

I stare in shock at the sight in front of me. “Y/n!” My head snaps towards where Greta was standing as she calls me over. This gains Brahms’ attention as he wraps his arms around me and holds me back.

“No!’ I hear his childlike voice whimper. A bit of me broke when I heard him say that, but he also just killed a man right in front of me. "Please, no.”

“Brahms, let her go!” Brahms’ arms tighten around me as he pulls me close.

Brahms’ turn us around and walks us towards the open spot in the wall.

I hear the sound of someone getting hit and then Brahms’ arms loosen around me, and I yanked out of his grip.

Greta holds on as we run up the stairs and into her room that she was staying in. By now I was breathing heavily, whether it was from the amount of running I have done today, or because of how terrified I am, I wasn’t too sure.

Malcolm frantically runs around the room as he looks for a way of escaping. “Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt us.” The door handle then begins to rattle as Brahms tries to get in.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he just killed Cole.” Greta replies. The rattling stops and we start hearing the creaking from inside the wall. “The closet!” Greta runs over to the door and slams it shut. I assist Greta in holding the door shut as Malcolm looks around the room.

A plank from the door is smashed in and Brahms’ arm comes through, grabbing a hold of me again. My hand reaches up to release myself from the hold, and as my hand connects with Brahms, I feel him go tense.

The door opens and Brahms is met with a hit in the face, or mask, from Malcolm who was holding a telephone.

We are, once again, running out of the room and heading into another. “Look.” I point over to the hole in the wall. “We can go through there.” I take the lead as we run through the inside of the wall.

We dodge past pipes and chunks in of the wall that is sticking out.

We find ourselves in a whole new room that looks to be where Brahms has been staying. It was messy and the room smelt foul.

I recognise some things in the room that were once mine, for example, bits of jewellery, notes, and even some clothes. “Y/n, over here.” Greta was standing by a bed, and it was then that I saw the makeshift doll that was wearing a dress of mine that I had lost. The had been decorated with all things that I had lost over the time that I was staying here, and I didn’t miss the magazines and tissues that were scrunched up around the doll.

Beside the bed, and on the nightstand, was a piece of paper. On the paper had the words 'I love you Y/n.’ I didn’t know how to feel about that. Whether I should be flattered, or absolutely mortified at how creepy this all was.

“We will not be back, the girl is yours now, to love and keep.” Greta was reading another piece of paper that she had found. “They were never coming back. He’s been living in the walls this whole time, watching us, or more Y/n. They knew.” Malcolm comes down and guides us to the exit.

I take one last look back at the room before I leave.

We climb down the ladder and quietly make our way out, the only source of light being from the gaps between the wooden planks.

We are stopped when the wall comes caving in and Brahms falls down on top of Malcolm. Brahms is kicked in the face causing him to fall backwards, this way we could drag Malcolm up to his feet.

I feel an ounce of excitement when we end up finding a door that would take us outside, but I also felt sad. I didn’t want to leave this house; I grew attached in such little amount of time.

“It’s locked.” Greta shoves herself into the door in order to open it, but I am too distracted by what is about to come.

Malcolm shoves past me and is tackled to the ground by Brahms.

Fists are swung left to right, but in the end Brahms is the one that comes out on top as he smashes Malcolm’s head into the ground.

“Y/n!” The child voice breaks through. “Y/n!” Brahms’ head turns towards me as I watch his eyes behind the mask. They light up when we make eye contact, something that made me melt inside. “I’ll be good, I promise.” He peers through the pipes.

I look back at Greta who was still desperately trying to make an escape. “Please, Y/n. Don’t leave me.” Brahms begs. Greta shakes her head at me, and I send her a small smile.

“Go, I’ll stay.”

“What? Y/n, no!” I keep my eyes locked with her, but I don’t bother saying anything. “Okay but be safe.” Greta gets the door unlocked and runs out.

I turn back to Brahms who held his hand out towards me. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” He says innocently. I hesitantly place my hand in his and he gently helps me out.

My eyes stray everywhere else but Brahms and Malcolm, who I wasn’t even sure if he was alive at this point. “Thank you, Y/n. You’re the only person that wouldn’t leave me.” Brahms speaks.

I didn’t know if he’s child voice made the situation better or worse, when he spoke, I felt as if he wouldn’t hurt me, or anyone for that matter, but by the two bodies lying on the ground, I knew that I was far from right.

“I told you I wouldn’t leave you.” I remember all the times where I had whispered to the doll Brahms, that I would never leave him alone. “But it’s bedtime, and you know the rules.” His shoulders drop as he nods his head.

Brahms guides me through the confined space in the walls and even helps me step over bits that are sticking out of the floor. “I love you, Y/n. You will never leave me.” Brahms whispers. I silently nod along in agreement and then we are finally out of the small gap and are in Brahms’ room.

I walk over to the bed and lift the covers. “Lay down.” I order. He follows along with what I say and keeps his arms tucked underneath the blanket. Behind the mask, his eyes follow my every movement. “Good boy Brahms, now go to sleep.”

“Kiss?” He mumbles.

I debate on whether I should actually do what he says, but since he was following the rules, the most I could do was follow them too, even if he didn’t necessarily deserve it.

I slowly lean down until I am right above Brahms’, his eyes were piercing through me. I place a gentle kiss right beside the lips of his mask before I pull away, only to be stopped when Brahms’ sits up.

He doesn’t say anything, but instead releases his arms out from underneath the covers and pulls me back down to him in an awkward kiss.

The porcelain lips were cold against my own, and I was unsure of what to do.

I place my hands on Brahms’ shoulders and push him down. “Go to sleep Brahms.” I smile. I watch as his eyes close and then I walk out of the room, flicking the light off along the way.

I walk back downstairs to see Greta walking back in. “Y/n!” She runs towards me and pulls me in for a hug. “You’re okay.” She checks over my body.

“I’m fine but listen. I’m gonna stay.” I tell Greta. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at me with confusion.

“No, Y/n. You’ll-”

“Get Malcolm and leave. I’ll be okay, I promise.” Her eyes held a sense of sadness in them as they glossed over with tears. “He won’t hurt me; he just wants someone to stay with him. I’ll call you often, don’t worry about me, and don’t go to the police about this, please.” I explain.

It took Greta some time, but she eventually ended up giving in. “Okay, I won’t go to the police, but as soon as I feel that something has happened, I will be storming up that footpath, with murder on my mind, you hear me?” I nod my head at her threat.

“Let’s go get Malcolm, and check if he’s fine, I’m not even sure if he’s alive.” I lead Greta up to the room that I knew would lead us down to Malcolm, the only problem is that that was the same room that Brahms was in. I peak my head in the room to see that he was now sitting up right, staring over at us.

As soon as he sees Greta he stands up and reaches for a weapon. “Wait, Brahms!” I run forward and stop him from grabbing something. “She’s going to get Malcolm and then she’s going to leave.” Brahms eyes Greta with a look of anger. “They won’t bother us any longer.” His eyes snap down to mine and then he nods his head, pointing over at the trap door that leads us to the wall. “I will stay, I promise.” Brahms gets back into his bed, and I take Greta with me through the walls.

When we stumble across Malcolm, he was just waking up as he rubs the back of his head. “Malcolm!” Greta greets Malcolm with a hug as she checks his wounds.

“Are you girls alright? Where’s Brahms?”

“We’re fine, but Y/n, she’s going to stay here, with Brahms.” Greta tells Malcolm. He looks over at me like I was some crazy girl, which I couldn’t blame him for.

“Are you out of your mind? He’ll hurt you.”

“Then I’ll be the only one to blame. Look, I don’t want to leave him alone again, he doesn’t have his parents anymore. He needs someone.”

“That’s not your job to keep him company, he is a sick person who needs help-” I interrupt Malcolm before he can continue with his insults.

“I want to stay, Malcolm, and that’s that. Leave while you still have a chance.” The door to the outside was still left wide open from when Greta had run through, leaving them with the perfect opportunity to make their escape. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Greta.”

“Yeah, if you’re still alive.” Malcolm mumbles. He crawls out the door leaving myself and Greta alone.

“Be safe Y/n, please.” We exchange a hug before she takes off behind Malcolm and I shut the door, letting out a sigh as I do so.

I take my time walking back and when I finally reach Brahms’ room, he was standing up and waiting. “You took too long, I got scared.” He whimpers.

Brahms’ fiddles with his hands as he stands across the room from me. “How about you sleep in my bed tonight?” I’m not sure why I decided to say that, but the look in Brahms’ eyes was enough to make me not regret the offer.

He was happy, so, so was I.

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