#sorry if any details aren't overly accurate to the movie i have not re-watched it to write this

[littleoddwriter]

I can ask for a Brahms fanfic, where the reader buys a box of sodas or energy drinks to drink alone, but what would happen if our boy took them hidden too??

Inside Your Walls | Brahms Heelshire & GenderNeutral!Reader

Hey there! Sorry it took me so long to write it, I hope you like what I've done with it. (Ngl, it kind of ran away from me again, sorry, hope it's all right!) Thanks for the request! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Platonic; Reader takes care of Brahms' house; First Meeting (technically); Knives; Anxiety; Panic Attack; Horror Movie Trope; Moral Ambiguity; Sort of Happy Ending.

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For the past couple of weeks, you've been taking care of the Heelshire's home while they'd been on vacation. It was an easy enough job that paid well; and since you really needed the money, you were more than happy to do it.

That was until they had introduced you to Brahms, a porcelain doll of a little, well-dressed boy. You thought it was a bit strange that they took it so seriously and wanted you to follow such specific rules and routines with that doll while they were gone; but you didn't want to judge them based on something so trivial. After all, this little hobby didn't hurt anyone and if they wanted you to take proper care of their doll, then you would do exactly that.

None of that had prepared you for what was to actually happen over the time you were supposedly alone in the house.

You didn't necessarily believe in ghosts and demons, the paranormal, but you were so certain that arguably heavy things - inanimate objects - didn't just move from one place to the other all on their own; it wasn't physically possible. Especially for a doll!

Yet every time you left the room for a couple of minutes, you put the doll on the chair, carefully positioning it and making sure it stays upright. And whenever you came back, it was nowhere to be seen, only for you to find it in a different room later on. It was strange and a little scary, too.

Time and time again, you tried to convince yourself that it was probably just your memory being untrustworthy, but the longer you've spent in the house, the less alone you felt. That, too, was something you proceeded to brush off as paranoia, which was induced by the fact that you'd been all by yourself in such a huge house for so long, then.

One Friday evening, though, you were grocery shopping and bought a box of soda cans for yourself. You were planning to have a movie marathon over the weekend to unwind and get that stupid paranoia out of your system by making yourself forget how alone you were with the help of fictional worlds and characters.

Having gotten yourself and the living room ready for the marathon, you were only missing the sodas, which you wanted to quickly grab from the counter, where you'd left them hours ago.

But they weren't there anymore.

Stopping short, you looked around the kitchen, scanned every surface, and let out a frustrated sigh as you threw your head back.

"Dude, seriously!" you exclaimed in exasperation.

Part of you really wanted to let it slide and start the movie marathon, so you could forget about how creepy it was that your whole box of soda cans was just gone all of a sudden. A different part of you - the angry, yet curious one - wasn't about to ignore it for once. It was just one too many times that one of your possessions suddenly vanished inside of this house and you wanted to know why or where they'd gone.

Grabbing a butcher knife, you slowly and quietly walked through the hallways and each and every room, looking into every nook and cranny. Your heart was beating rapidly and your hands were clammy, but you didn't care, since you were too determined to find out who or what was taking your stuff and moving things all the time.

After having examined every possible hiding spot, you were stumped. Nothing! You found absolutely nothing and nobody. But you weren't crazy - the box had been right there and then it wasn't, so somebody must have taken it.

While you were caught up in your own thoughts, you heard something creak from inside the walls - at least that was your best guess, given that it sounded close, but muffled, and all that surrounded you were walls.

Slowly, you stepped closer to the wall you suspected it to have been coming from, only to hear another, louder and much clearer creak. There was definitely something inside of the walls. You hoped it was a mouse or a racoon or something similar to that.

Then, the creaks continued, but they faded, so you continued to quietly follow them, holding the knife protectively in front of yourself; until, eventually, you stood right in front of the grandfather clock in the living room.

Holding your breath, you slowly put your ear against the wooden front of it. Faintly, you could hear something from inside that wasn't the clock, since that had been broken the entire time.

Carefully, you looked around the clock and pushed and pulled at what looked like a door. Once you had opened it, you looked up and yelped, taking a step back and holding the knife out in front of you.

"What the fuck?" you whispered, looking at the person that stood there, inside of the grandfather clock.

He was huge and therefore had to bend over when he stepped out of the clock's room. As you finally got a good look at him, you took in the thick, dark beard that peeked out from under the porcelain mask he wore. A mask that very much reminded you of Brahms The Doll. His clothes were dirty and clung onto him; and the low cut of his tank top showed off his chest hair. You were stunned.

"Who are you?" you asked eventually, still holding up your knife, in case he decided to attack you.

The man didn't say anything, but tilted his head in what looked like curiosity or even fascination. It was hard to get a good read on him, no thanks to the mask.

Then he took a step towards you, towering over you, and you couldn't remember ever having felt so scared for your life.

You flinched when he suddenly grabbed your wrist and took the knife out of your hand.

Your breath came out in quick, uneven puffs as panic made its way through your entire system.

Carelessly, the man placed the knife on the table and turned back to the clock. He was only bent over for a second or two and was facing you again too quickly for you to run. Surprised, you then had to realise that he held out your box of soda cans that had gone missing before.

"So you took them?" you dared to ask softly, looking between him and the sodas.

He only nodded.

"Right," you muttered. "Um, I'm sorry if I disturbed you? I was just looking for those," you continued, pointing at the box.

All too suddenly, he pushed the sodas into your hands.

“Can we watch movies together, Y/N?” he asked in a high-pitched, child-like voice.

He was watching you expectantly, then, waiting for your reply.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let's do that," you said, stumbling over your words a little, too shaken up by everything that has happened.

The rest of the weekend, you found out that Brahms The Doll really was just a doll and that the man inside the walls was the real Brahms, apparently. Your mind was still reeling a little, but despite that you found yourself kind of enjoying the time you've spent with him.

From then on, it also became a normal thing for you and you started to take care of Brahms and do whatever he told you to. Sometimes you weren't exactly sure if this was healthy at all or if you should be worried about any of it, but you really started to like him. So, you took the chance and let it all happen.