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Drayton Sawyer Series

Otis Driftwood Series

RZ Michael Myers X Reader

Peepaw Myers Request

A Father's Love (Mark Hoffman)

Things That Go Bump (Corey Cunningham)

Poly! Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Tex Sawyer Request

Fluffy Tex Sawyer (Request)

Bo Sinclair Request

A basic ass Lester Sinclair x Reader

Wax Melts (Vincent Sinclair)

This Little Town (Poly! Sinclairs)

Victor Criss x Reader (Request)

You're My Girl (Patrick Hockstetter)

My self indulgent Lost Boys pregnancy fic (David x Reader)

Disobey (William Afton x Reader)

Heat Wave (William Afton x Reader)

Smut Fics :

William Afton x Reader

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Fictober Cafe Collection 2023 (Fictober Masterlist)

12 Days of Ficmas 2023 Masterlist

Will you be my Valentine? 2024 Masterlist

"Hi Tommy"

You greet softly, heading down the creaky stairs into the cold basement. Fall had finally hit Texas about as much as it would ever hit but despite this the basement was still freezing.

Tommy turns and gives you a grunt in greeting.

"Are you not cold at all Tommy? Why aren't you wearing the jacket Mama gave you?"

He grunts with a shrug this time, you knew Tommy had always ran more hot, even when the basement was this cold. Tommy's a big guy, who doesn't let a little cold bother him.

"Tommy I know you-"

Tommy interrupts you nagging at him like Luda Mae does by grabbing you by the waist and sitting you on the table in front of him. He brings a rough hand down to the front of your shorts and cups your crotch.

'Tommy what are you doin'?"

Tommy slips his hand under your waistband and toys with you. You bite your lip as your eyes meet his brooding ones covered slightly by his shaggy brown hair. Tommy tugs your shorts down your legs and you bent your knees, placing your feet on the table so he can have better access.

Thomas leans in, licking a stripe up your core, your head falls back against the wall behind the work table as your hands grip your knees so hard your fingers turn white. You're desperate to hold yourself exposed and at Tommy's will.

He presses one of his large fingers against you before pushing it past your entrance.

"Oooohhh" You gasp

Tommy works the one finger in and out of you a few times, his eyes watching your face carefully. When he decides that he's seen enough he slips a second one in to you.

"Another"

Tommy peers up at you, with a look that reads "You sure?", You nod desperately. Tommy does as you wish, pushing a third finger inside of you. When he's satisfied with you adjusting to it he begins to move all three fingers in and out of you. You run a hand through your hair and thrust against his hand as he thrusts it against you.

The cold of the basement quickly being forgotten as your body is now on fire. All you can feel and hear is the sound and sensation of Tommy's fingers fucking you.

The sound of the basement door swinging open startles you both and you quickly move to cover up. Drayton makes his way down the stairs right when you get your pants back on.

He gives the two of you a look but decides to ignore it.

"Ya'll need to get your asses up there and help mama with dinner. She's been callin' you for fuckin 30 minutes it seems."

He snaps before turning and heading back upstairs. You shoot a nervous smile in Tommy's direction. Tommy gives a huff and an eye roll before heading upstairs, you follow behind him with a chuckle.

A sexy devil costume, sure it wasn't the most original thing you could think of. But you knew well enough that it would get Michael going or at least you hoped.

Halloween stuff was pretty wishy washy with him cause of his childhood but you wanted to start making new memories with the shape, spicy ones included.

So here you were, walking down the streets of Haddonfield. Weaving in between the trick or treaters prancing from house to house to try and get as much candy as they could before their parents called them home for the night. After a few blocks of childish wonder and screaming you turn down a desolate road that no one dared to go down anymore.

The road that the old Myers house was on never saw any trick or treaters. Gone were the days of laughter and screaming filling the air on Halloween night on old Lampkin Lane.

Your heels, now that it was quiet enough to be heard, clicked against the pavement as you walked. The only light on the entire block being the streetlights that dimly lit up the sidewalk with an old orange gold hue.

Halfway to the Myers house, so close you can see it's looming shadow through the darkness, you stop. Unphased you turn to look, peering out into the darkness coated surroundings.

"I know your out there"

You don't raise your voice or yell, you know he can hear you.

You turn your whole body to face the darkness beyond the illuminated sidewalk. The domain surrounding the Myers house you and he both knew like the back of your hands.

"Michael cmon, I dressed up just for you." You tease

Still, nothing comes from the darkness. You know he's out there somewhere, you can feel him in the air. Why on earth isn't he coming out though? You stomp your foot against the sidewalk and huff, now growing frustrated.

"Michael My-"

A hand clasps itself over your mouth, interrupting you, though you don't panic. Jackpot. You move your barely covered ass against his crotch, feeling the hardness grow against you. His hand moves down to lightly cover your neck before he moves you so your back is pressing against the light pole of the street lamp.

"Hi Michael"

He just barely grunts in a return greeting, something that had taken you months to convince him to do for you. His hands work their way down your body, tugging here and there at the see through parts of your costume until he finds what he's seemingly looking for.

He tears the bottoms away from your body, leaving you bare as he turns you around. Your hands grab the street lamp in anticipation as you can hear the unzipping of his coveralls. You bend over, baring yourself even more, to the mercy of the shape of Haddonfield.

He pushes himself into you, bottoming out immediately. Your eyes roll back into your head as he doesn't even let you have time to adjust to his size.

"Oh fuck Michael" You moan

His thrusts are drawn out and rough as he pushes in and pulls himself from you in tandem. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your forehead presses forward against the streetlight. Michael weaves a hand into your hair and yanks you back, so your back is pressing against his chest and your head falls onto his shoulder.

His thrusts continue as his hands move to grip your chest and upper body through the costume. You whine and writhe against him.

"Michael Please"

You gasp as you feel the pit in your stomach growing. Your on the cusp of exploding for him. Your legs start to shake and the only thing keeping you upright is Michael holding onto you.

With a final few thrusts you both cum together. You can feel Michaels warm seed spilling into you as you throw your head against his shoulder with your own moan. You both stand there, panting for a moment before Michael pulls out of you.

You whine at the feeling and turn to bitch at him when you realize he's already zipping up and moving back into the shadows. You roll your eyes, typical.

Billy Loomis:

~Back to business as usual really, not much changed for him to begin with.

~He'll help pack up all the decorations and things like that. Making sure their put in the correct boxes for next year.

~If your sad about the holidays being over then he'll throw you a few pity look but to be honest he couldn't care less.

~With everything that's happened with his family, I can see Billy being ok with the season but not really the holidays themselves, so he's relieved when their over with.

~He's also super pumped for warmer weather to return so you can get out and do more besides hayride and ya know, murdering your peers dressed as Ghostface.

Thomas Hewitt:

~Like I said the first time around, he barely notices the seasons actually changing.

~He'll be more focused on getting the farm ready for the Spring and Summer seasons to come and ensure everything runs as it always does.

~If you somehow managed to convince Drayton to put decorations up he'll take them down for you.

~He'll enjoy helping by polishing off all the rest of the seasonal baking and food you and Luda made though. That's his favorite part.

`You've given Tommy a greater appreciation for fall.

Michael Myers:

~It's over ? His overwhelming urger for vengeance has to cease for another year? Goddamnit.

~You'll start seeing less and less of Michael for obvious reasons after the season is over. Eventually when it starts to warm up you'll cease seeing him at all.

~He won't help you take decorations down, he usually backs off by that point, back into the shadows of Haddonfield.

~After the season if you really, really need to see him, head down to the old Myers house.

Poly! Billy and Stu:

~Despite his reservations about cold weather, Stu totally acts like the kid in school who's never seen snow before. He'll drag you and Billy outside to see it.

~Billy would grumble but follow you two anyway. He'll never admit it but he lowkey loves seeing the two of you have so much fun together. Something about it feels so domestic.

~If it snowed enough Stu would rope the three of you into making a snowman. This quickly devolves into Billy just throwing snowballs and trying to hit Stu in the face with them while you're the one actually building the snow man.

~Eventually it turns into a physical altercation of sorts and you have to separate them before Billy shoves snow down the back of Stu's jacket.

~When you put them in timeout on the couch with mugs of hot chocolate they'll grumble that they aren't children until you guys go back outside.

~The next however many days until the snow melts with be a never ending cycle of waking up, going outside, going inside for a break then going back outside until it gets dark.

~Despite aforementioned reservations about cold weather, it's California, they don't get snow that often and Billy and Stu are going to enjoy it.

~Towards the end when the snow starts to melt leaving patchy piles and muddy ground as the only reminder it was ever there Billy and Stu will start to get back into their normal Ghostface routine.

Bonus:

~I can totally see Stu pulling D.W from Arthur and trying to save a snowball in the freezer.

Jason Voorhees:

~He's well prepared for when the night air gets a bit too nipy. His mother makes sure of it.

~When you come along, no exception, him and mama will make sure you're safely tucked away in bed in a cabin with the fireplace roaring before it even get's dark out.

~If he's going out he'll make sure to set you up with whatever you need, more blankets? An extra sweater ? Hot cocoa he may or may not have stolen from the dead counselors? He's gotchu.

~If you have to leave the cabin, he'll force you into a sweatshirt, a jacket and probably a coat as well as two pairs of pants. Mama always made him wrap up as a child and he doesn't want you getting sick.

~For someone who spends most of his time in any kind of weather at the bottom of a lake, he actually has a pretty good grasp on how to keep warm.

Nubbins Sawyer:

~Texas is much like the desert. It might not be as cold during the day but as soon as the sun goes down it's as cold as Antarctica.

~Nubbins doesn't really care about whether or not it's cold out for himself, but he'll make sure to lift a few warm clothing options off victims for you.

~He is another one who really wouldn't want you leaving at night, but if you HAD to, he would make sure you were dressed appropriately. He would remember back when Drayton used to get on him about it and parrot some of his sayings.

~If you don't need to go out, you and him will be tucked away in his bedroom. Him clinging to you like a spider monkey under his tattered blankets.

~Luckily for you both, colder nights meant colder mornings. Which meant just for a little while longer before Drayton would finally hoist himself out of bed and call up the stairs like a poor excuse for a rooster and disturb the perfect cozy haze.

Stu Macher:

~Stu hates the cold, like entirely hates the cold. Despite being Ghostface and having to out a lot in it, he would kill in just summer if he could.

~You wanna just stay in bed and cuddle all night to keep warm ? He's perfectly ok with that.

~But if you wanna go out? Sorry Stu can't help you with that, and on bad days he probably wouldn't let you go out at all .

~He will however adorn you with expensive sweaters and scarves, I mean Mr. and Mrs. Macher are loaded. He doesn't want to but if his baby wants to go out Stu is gonna ensure they at least look good while freezing.

Corey Cunningham:

~Ever since the incident Corey would rather you open the door, that is if you get any trick or treaters at all.

~When you shacked up with Corey the neighborhood when Halloween would roll around parents would warn their kids to skip your house.

~Which to be honest doesn't really bother him, Corey has had enough of dealing with kids to last a lifetime.

~Every so often toward the end of the night you'll get a few brave souls disregarding their parents rules.

~"More candy for us" Corey would say halfway through the night when no trick or treaters have shown up.

~If you're a person who loves Halloween it might bother you but you also love Corey way too much to let it get in the way.

Billy Lenz:

~When you open the door, step outside and give the candy out.

~Seriously, or Billy will start yelling phallic things down the stairs toward the open door.

~Stuck in his attic he doesn't really pay attention to what day it is. He just knows that one day a year, kids just don't leave you alone.

~He'll take whatever candy is leftover at the end of the night and no, he's not bringing the bowl back downstairs either.

~He'll start introducing himself in his calls with "Trick or Treat", He'll also knock on the floor and say it through the house to the point of it getting on your nerves...which adds fuel to his fire.

~He'll be more relieved when the night is over and he gets you all to himself again.

Mark Hoffman:

~A leave the candy bowl outside with a "Please take one" sign person.

~If you're not like that then get used to being like that, and he's not taking no for an answer.

~However if you two still live in his apartment you won't have to worry about trick or treaters too much, which is just how Hoffman likes it.

~The fun police if you will. Doesn't like Halloween, doesn't like trick or treaters, it's just not for him.

~I can't see him really being one for the leftover candy either. He's a very no nonsense person which can mean no fun either especially when he starts getting wrapped up with Jigsaw.

Bo Sinclair:

~ "We ain't got shit like that" is what he would say when you first asked if you could do some baking for the impending season.

~ With a little convincing you could get him to let Lester go pick some ingredients up in the next town over as long as you promised to clean up whatever mess you made.

~From sunrise till well after sunset he's at the gas station in town so to sweeten the deal for him stop in sometimes to surprise him with freshly baked goodies.

~If he ever stops in and you can somehow rope him into helping you, expect every single batch of whatever you're making to come out burnt, not on purpose he just sucks at baking.

~When he sees you bouncing into the station with a little basket full of still warm cookies, or apple fritters he can't help but soften, though he'll never admit that to even you.

~After tasting the treats you back his decides maybe a little seasonal baking isn't so bad.

Vincent Sinclair:

~Baking to him is like art but with pastries, he's all for it.

~The first time you suggest baking for the season he's already making a list of things Lester will need to go and get before you can even finish talking.

~He'll also totally be one to take a much needed break from his wax figures to come help you bake. Anything with meticulous steps you have to perfect I can see him being all over.

~He doesn't come home to help every single day though, so like his twin don't be afraid to drop in and take him some of the new treats you have made

~By a few weeks in he's basically become a baking expert, he keeps little notes of what he likes and doesn't like and gives you expert feedback.

~He'll be so prideful that out of his brothers you chose him to taste test your creations.

Lester Sinclair:

~What do you need him to get? Hell better yet hop into his truck with him and you can come pick out what you want.

~Doesn't really see the artsy side like Vincent does but is still very happy to let you do it.

~He'll start taking time off his roadkill rounds to spend it at home with you, he likes you watch you bake and he'll even help clean up and wash the dishes.

~He tries to eat most everything you make right out of the oven, which burns him many many times before you just tell him to sit and wait outside the kitchen.

~I probably wouldn't invite him to help though, the whole he literally picks up roadkill thing really doesn't make for proper sanitation.

Chop-Top Sawyer:

~Chop-Top would be all over it, So much so that the pumpkin would end up not even looking like a pumpkin when he gets done.

~He'd do everything from trying to light the pumpkin on fire to trying to convince Bubba to let him use his chainsaw.

~Would totally start a fight with you by throwing pumpkin guys at you. So if you don't like mess just stay away from pumpkins.

~The fight would eventually devolve into him just throwing pumpkin guts around the house. Chaos is his business and business is good.

~He'll start to go after Bubba with it, Don't let him. Make him leave poor Bubba alone.

~Would cackle at the TOP of his lungs when Drayton ultimately gets home, sees the mess and has an absolute nuclear meltdown.

Brahms Heelshire:

~Another slasher who would love it, but he would be the opposite of Chop-Top. Absolute perfectionist.

~Expect to sit and wait for him for literally hours. He needs to ensure every last cut is perfect.

~You have to clean out the pumpkin though. Brahms refuses to put his hands in pumpkin guts.

~Once he has it to his liking he honestly probably wouldn't let you put a candle in it, Doesn't want it ruined with wax or have it be burned.

~He doesn't want it ruined so much so that he doesn't even let you put it outside. He wants to take it back into the walls with him.

~He takes it back into the walls, and eventually when it rots you realize you might need to find him a way to have a pumpkin year round.

Charles Lee Ray (Human):

~He doesn't want to at first, like at all, if you're really inclined to carve pumpkins you're gonna have to work for it.

~One day after you've worn him down he'll come home (probably from another murder) with two pumpkins. His excuse would be that they were on sale.

~Even with the pumpkins he still won't be totally down to carve his. He will eventually, and he'll pretend the whole time he's not into it. But he's lowkey having the time of his life.

~Will meticulously clean up the mess afterwards while you go put the pumpkins out on the porch. He's the Hillside strangler, he knows how to clean up.

~The pumpkins will end up giving him some sort of semblance though.

Billy Loomis:

~Billy I think really likes colder weather. It get's sort of chilly in Woodsboro I'd imagine and when the first gusts of that fresh crisp air blow in he's sorta in his element.

~Billy is totally the type that would strip off his jacket if he even had the inkling you were even somewhat cold. You will not be cold on his watch.

~Due to Ghostface and horror movies, I just think Halloween and Autumn in general would make Billy giddy with sinister joy.

~If you know about Ghostface then prepare to have a lot of alone time While Billy and Stu are off terrorizing the town.

~If you don't know about Ghostface then Billy will have a lot of inexplicable disappearances and nights where he shows up to apologize at your window at 3am.

~But if it's taking you to a pumpkin patch where Stu crashes it by smashing a pumpkin or a cute little hayride date Billy will always make it up to you with seasonal fun.

Thomas Hewitt:

~Tommy...I'm not too sure Tommy even knows what Autumn is fully.

~Hear me out, Texas doesn't usually get cold or at least as cold as some places, plus with how thick this boy is I doubt he even notices the change in seasons.

~You'll have to bring it up to him, comment on it being October or the ever so faint nip in the air and Tommy is all over it, You're into autumn festivities ? So is Tommy.

~I'm sure Tommy will wrangle up some pumpkins (Steal) from some farmer who has more then he knows what to do with anyway. Drayton will also of course bitch about the mess, but for once Tommy doesn't care, the smile on your face is worth Drayton bitching.

~The house probably won't be decorated a lot, if at all. But down in the basement in a secret spot Drayton would never look is a festive little corner where your carved pumpkins sit.

~Despite the lack of cold weather, Tommy will try to make the most out of autumn if you really want him too. He doesn't have a clue why people dress up in masks for special occasions when he wears one all year round but if you're happy, he's happy.

Michael Myers:

~I mean....He's like the unofficial reason for the season.

~I'd like to think Michael has an inner biological clock that sort of, wakes him up in a way when the air starts to chill for the year. So even before the air is fully cold he knows it's coming.

~Michael doesn't really do Halloween activities, well unless you count killing people as a Halloween activity. If you wanna do festive things that's fine with him but he is the embodiment of Halloween itself he doesn't need to carve pumpkins.

~You probably won't see Michael unless you go out and look for him, If he really trusts you you'll know the spots he frequents so look there if your really inclined.

~The closest you'll get to doing an actual date night with Michael during the season in by watching the news report on all the new Myers victims while he sits next to you on the couch.

"Hello Mr. Torrance! Welcome to the Overlook hotel!"

This man had a certain aura surrounding him. You've experienced a lot of caretakers in your time but never one quite like this one. He smiled at you genuinely before speaking.

"Hello, It's great to be here, and a pleasure to meet you."

You smile at him before turning to lead him down the first hallway and can't shake the feeling of his eyes on you. As if he's drinking in your every move.

You lead him down a hallway into the kitchens.

"As you can see here Mr. Torrance these are our state-of- the-art kitchens, a few weeks ago they were freshly stocked with everything we will need for our next season that you are entirely welcome to help yourself to. There's something for every craving and plenty to last you entirely through your time with us."

"You really know your way around this place huh?"

"Oh! Yes of course!, I have given a tour of our premises to many caretakers over the years, it's basically muscle memory at this point."

"How long have you worked here?"

"A few years now, I started out as a receptionist but was able to work my way up to a management position."

"I like a person with a little fire under their ass."

A sensation runs up your spine at that, the professional facade you can feel slowly deteriorating but still try and keep it up.

"Oh well thank you, Mr. Torrance, it's nothing really just doing my job."

"Oh come on, there's "just doing my job" and there's going above and beyond, and you my dear, I can tell, go above and beyond."

"I appreciate that Mr. Torrance, now please, allow me to show you to the caretakers quarters"

After a bit of navigation the two of you arrive.

"Here we are, This is where you're permitted to stay Mr. Torrance. Though if you find any issue or really must relocate you are welcome to use any of the other rooms in our hotel."

"You ever stay here yourself?"

"Oh no not personally, I spend so much time here that when it's time for a vacation I'd much rather go elsewhere."

"Well that's a shame, I'll be all alone up here for months."

"I'm sure that'll help with your writers block Mr. Torrance."

"Oh I don't doubt that, but I'm sure it'll be nice to have some company on some nights."

"Mr. Torrance I don't know what your implying-"

"I'm not implying anything." He laughs "Simply...extending an invitation."

"To me? Mr. Torrance I'm flattered but I really don't-"

"Oh please, I saw how you were looking at me at the meeting, don't act coy now."

You're face turns hot with a blush.

"Mr. Torrance...I- That would be against policy and our professional code of ethics."

"No one would know. They'd all just think you left to go on vacation."

"Mr. Torrance if you excuse me I must be going."

As you walk off, Jack starts to laugh. You turn around and look at him as if he grew three heads.

"No sweetheart, I don't think you understand me."

You huff and turn back around and head toward the exit. When you get to the front door of the hotel it's locked. You thought it was weird since you were sure you left it unlocked on your way in.

"I told you sweetheart, I want you to stay with me for the season."

You whip around to see Jack, leaning against the reception desk with a sinister smirk painted across his face. A cold shiver ran up your spine as it hit you what he truly meant.

The bass of the song on the radio reverberates through the car, you tap your fingers along to it on the steering wheel as you gaze into the dark alley your parked in.

Finally after about 40 minutes, a door swings open into the alley, you can't see who steps out of it so you know it's time to finally get the hell out of here. The car passenger door swings open and the small figure hops inside.

"Jesus Christ Chuck, took you long enough."

"Oh shut the fuck up"

You smirk and peel out of the alley way, seamlessly slipping back onto the busy street without any hiccup.

"You get 'em all?"

"Did I get em all? of course I got them all. I'm a goddamn master at this shit."

"Well I'm just saying, it took you nearly a goddamn hour."

"You just fuckin bitch at me just like fuckin Tiff-"

"Charles Lee Ray, finish that sentence and so help me Jesus Christ."

Chucky laughs, clearly not threatened but he humors you.

"Fine, fine, but you do know how to fuckin' bitch."

You roll your eyes and flick them over to him as you pull up at a stop light. To be honest, the whole possessed doll thing was something you were still getting used to. When Chuck had first showed up at your door step you tried to smack him with a broom until through lot's of cursing and yelling he managed to prove to you it was really him.

"So uh, we any closer to solving this whole...doll issue?"

He glances up at you and it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"I told you, we need to find a body to transfer my soul into."

"Oh yeah I forgot, we could transfer you into anyone you're just so goddamn picky."

"Well it was supposed to be Andy but you know how that went."

"Yeah you cracked some dumbass scheme to put your soul into the body of a 6 year old boy."

"Hey how was I supposed to fuckin know I'd get sold to that snot nosed brat for Christmas."

"You put yourself into a doll! Not just any doll either, quite literally the hottest children's toy on the market."

"I was kinda bleedin out ya know, I didn't really have time to pick and choose what I wanted to be."

"Excuses excuses Chuck"

"Oh what fuckin ever."

You laugh as his exasperation as the red light turns green and you pull off. You drive for a few minutes in silence before speaking again.

"So where do you wanna go now? Any other personal vendettas you'd like to settle tonight before we go home ?"

"Nah we can head back, I like to save some so I have something to look forward too ya know?"

"Ever the opportunist Chuck, Maybe tomorrow we can go get that bitch Tiffany. She's been going around telling everyone about how she dated The Lakeshore Strangler."

"Of course she has, you know she's on the list, but we have bigger fish to fry."

"Oh come onnnnnn, please?"

"Christmas is coming up again, maybe if your good it'll be your Christmas present."

Milk in the fridge, Bread in the breadbox. You run down the mechanical motions of putting the groceries away. Frozen stuff in the freezer, dry stuff in the cabinets. You put away the final box of pasta before leaning over and gently pressing your knuckles on the wall above the sink, three times is a distinct pattern , before pulling your hand away.

A few seconds pass, the silence almost deafening, before soft rustles start go grow somewhere behind the wall. They grow closer and closer before they cease. You busy yourself with washing the silverware thrown into the sink while you wait patiently.

A door creaks somewhere in the house, light footsteps make their way toward where you are in the kitchen. Large arms wrap around your waist as you continue washing the dishes.

"Hi Brahms."

A grunt in greeting as a cold porcelain mask is pressed against the skin of your neck.

"I got you those sweets you like."

A grunt and a squeeze to your waist this time. You smile as he pulls away and turns to look for the sweets in question. Soft rustling through the various chip bags and packets behind you ensues as he tries to find the candy. A common occurrence since you started working here as caretaker and Brahms has revealed himself.

You had gotten hired about two years ago/ You were the longest caretaker the Heelshires' have ever had, a fact they remind you of regularly. Soon enough after you had settled strange happenings had started occurring around the house.

On one rainy day, you had blown one of the fuses in one of the bedrooms while you were doing your rounds so you went down into the basement to try and find the fuse box. That was the day you and Brahms, the real Brahms, had met for the first time.

"Those are for me, jerk."

Brahms set the bag he was holding down with an eyeroll before picking up the bag of candies meant for him. Then slinking off back into the shadows of the house. You hear a distant creak of a door as he seemingly sinks back into the walls.

Despite you and Brahms being together, he was always more comfortable in the walls as opposed to out with you. You didn't blame him, that's just what he was used to plus the two of you had developed your own system of knocks to communicate just fine with each other no matter where you were in the house.

You pick up the laundry basket from the kitchen, holding it on your hip as you walking through the house when a familiar sequence of three knocks reverberates through the laundry room. You smile and lean to rap your knuckles on the wall above the washing machine much like you had done above the kitchen sink. You rap three times, leaving a few seconds between each knock to repeat the message.