#vincent sinclair

⚠️: SH/Suicide

💔: Angst

❤️: Fluff

💞: Smut.

🖤: Bad ending

◇: headcannons

💣: Yandere

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Sinclair brothers x Platonic!Reader

“Great,” you muttered, gripping the steering wheel. “Perfect.”

The nearest sign you’d seen had pointed toward some place called Ambrose. Tiny little town. Middle of nowhere. Exactly the sort of place you’d hoped to avoid.

With a sigh, you climbed out into the heat and examined the smoking engine. You knew next to nothing about cars, but even you could tell this wasn’t something a prayer and positive thinking would fix.

Then came the sound of another engine.

A tow truck.

The driver leaned out the window. He was lanky, dirty-blond, and wore a pair of goggles on his forehead. His grin was strange but not unfriendly.

“Car trouble?” he asked.

“That obvious?”

“Pretty obvious.”

He hopped down and crouched by the engine, muttering to himself.

“Radiator’s done. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Wonderful.

The man scratched his head.

“Name’s Lester. I got a yard nearby. Can tow ya into town.”

You hesitated.

Something about him was odd.

Not dangerous, exactly.

Just… peculiar.

Still, being stranded in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Thanks,” you finally said.

He grinned.

“Sure thing.”

⸻

Lester found himself glancing at you more than once during the drive.

Not because you looked familiar.

No.

Something else.

Something nagging at the back of his mind.

By the time you reached his junkyard, he still couldn’t place it.

Until you climbed out of the truck.

Your shirt had shifted slightly.

And he saw the scar.

A pale crescent on your shoulder.

Lester froze.

His smile faded.

“…No way.”

“What?”

Nothing.

Nothing, probably.

But—

He remembered.

He remembered Bo crying.

Remembered Vincent screaming.

Remembered Mama Sinclair shrieking while their baby sister vanished.

And he remembered another thing.

Bo had pushed her.

Not hard.

Just angry.

Just a little boy with a temper.

She’d fallen against a sharp piece of metal.

The scar.

That scar.

Lester stared.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Uh… yeah.”

No.

No, he wasn’t.

Because if that scar was what he thought it was…

Then—

He nearly tripped over himself rushing toward the phone.

⸻

Bo Sinclair was fixing an old fan when the phone rang.

He wiped his hands and picked up.

“Sinclair residence.”

“Bo.”

“Lester?”

“I found her.”

Bo snorted.

“You found Elvis too?”

“Our sister.”

Silence.

“…What?”

“The scar.”

Bo’s smile disappeared.

“Lester—”

“The shoulder.”

His heart stopped.

Because there was only one person who had that scar.

Only one.

And Bo had given it to her.

His face went pale.

“…Bring her into town.”

⸻

By the time Lester brought you into Ambrose, Bo Sinclair was waiting outside the gas station.

He wore an easy smile.

Friendly.

Harmless.

The picture of Southern hospitality.

“Afternoon,” he greeted warmly. “Car trouble?”

“Apparently I’m cursed.”

He chuckled.

“Well, we can’t have that. Name’s Bo.”

You introduced yourself.

And Bo almost forgot how to breathe.

The name.

The same name.

After all these years.

His little sister.

Alive.

He forced a smile.

“Pretty name.”

“Thanks.”

His voice stayed smooth, easygoing.

Years of pretending came naturally.

“Where ya from?”

As you spoke, Bo listened carefully.

Adoption.

Foster homes.

No memories before age five.

His stomach twisted.

It was you.

It really was you.

And guilt sank its claws into him.

Because every time he looked at your shoulder—

He remembered.

He remembered being angry.

Remembered shoving you.

Remembered your crying.

Remembered Vincent trying to comfort you while Bo hid and cried because he’d hurt his baby sister.

He’d never forgiven himself.

Not once.

And now you were standing right in front of him.

Alive.

Smiling.

Talking.

Completely unaware.

⸻

Meanwhile, deep beneath the House of Wax, Vincent listened.

Bo had come running into the workshop almost an hour ago.

She’s here.

Those two words had nearly made him collapse.

Vincent hadn’t believed it.

Couldn’t.

Not after all these years.

But Bo had shown him.

Through the window.

Just for a second.

And Vincent had hidden immediately.

Fear gripping him.

Because what if you were scared?

Everyone was scared.

Everyone ran.

Everyone screamed.

He didn’t want that.

Not from you.

Not from his sister.

So he stayed below.

Working with trembling hands.

Waiting.

Listening.

⸻

Over the next few days, Bo played the perfect host.

He fixed your car.

Offered you meals.

Made jokes.

Smiled.

Asked questions.

Anything to keep you close.

And every night, he found himself watching old photographs.

Unable to stop.

Unable to believe.

His baby sister had come home.

And she didn’t even know.

Lester acted weird.

Weirder than usual.

He’d just appear beside you and ask bizarre questions.

“Ya remember frogs?”

“What?”

“The frogs we used to catch.”

“I’ve never caught frogs.”

“Huh.”

Then he’d wander away.

⸻

But one day, curiosity got the better of you.

You’d noticed Bo disappear behind the House of Wax.

And you followed.

Downstairs.

Into a room full of sculptures.

The sight made you stop.

A man stood among them.

Tall.

Broad.

Wearing a mask.

He froze.

You froze.

His breathing became uneven.

And slowly—

He stepped back.

Almost hiding.

Like he expected you to scream.

Instead, you noticed something.

Pictures.

Hundreds of them.

Three boys.

And—

A little girl.

Your heart stopped.

The girl had your eyes.

Your smile.

And—

That scar.

Your fingers touched your shoulder.

“No…”

The masked man stiffened.

And then, slowly, with shaking hands—

He picked up a photograph.

Three boys surrounding a toddler.

The oldest one grinning proudly.

The youngest laughing.

And the middle boy—

Holding the little girl carefully.

Protectively.

On the back, written in faded ink:

Vincent, Bo, Lester, and Y/N.

Tears filled your eyes.

“That’s impossible…”

Behind you, a voice answered quietly.

“No.”

Bo stood in the doorway.

Gone was the easy smile.

Gone was the act.

For the first time since you’d met him, he looked frightened.

Truly frightened.

Lester stood behind him, unusually serious.

And Vincent—

Vincent nearly disappeared behind one of his sculptures.

Still hiding.

Still afraid.

Bo swallowed hard.

“We thought somebody took ya.”

Silence.

“We searched everywhere.”

His voice cracked.

“For years.”

Your eyes darted between the photographs.

The scar.

The resemblance.

Vincent’s trembling.

Lester’s anxious expression.

Bo’s guilt-ridden eyes.

And suddenly—

Something stirred.

A memory.

Warm arms.

A lullaby.

Three boys arguing over who got to carry you.

Another memory.

Crying.

Falling.

Pain.

And a little boy sobbing harder than you were.

“I’m sorry!”

Over and over.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Your eyes widened.

Bo looked like he’d been struck.

“I didn’t mean to hurt ya,” he whispered.

His voice broke.

“I was mad. I pushed ya. You hit that piece of metal and—”

He couldn’t finish.

Twenty years of guilt sat heavy in his chest.

“I’ve hated myself for that day.”

Silence.

And then—

A pair of shaking hands extended a sketchbook.

Vincent.

His eyes were wet.

Inside were drawings.

Hundreds.

A little girl.

Growing older.

Different ages.

Different hairstyles.

Different possibilities.

Every birthday he’d imagined.

Every year you’d missed.

He’d drawn them all.

You stared.

And Vincent lowered his head, embarrassed.

Until you hugged him.

He froze.

Completely.

Then slowly—

Very slowly—

His arms wrapped around you.

Carefully.

As though you might disappear.

Behind you, Lester sniffled.

“Aw hell.”

And Bo?

Bo simply covered his mouth.

Because after all these years—

His little sister had finally come home.

And somehow—

She wasn’t afraid.

And for the first time in a very long time—

Sinclair childhood ,

Okay, house of wax was pretty great, not better then house of 1000 corpses but great.

Spoilers ahead(obviously)

Key thoughts:

-I still wish we saw more of Vincent, but whatever.

-I wish they touched on their backstory more, it was really interesting and it would have been really cool to see the story played out rather then just be monologed(referring to the scene where Bo tells the story about his parents). It genuinely would have been nice to see more flash backs like the beginning. Like it would have been interesting to see flash backs to his mothers deterioration as a person.

-the cinematography was great, the shot with cutting the wax babies was such a fantastic story telling device and personally made the story click

-I loved the practical affects, very glad they avoided using too much cgi for what gore there was in the movie.

-though theres no denying that the cgi got rough in the end with the melting wax building. But again the movies from 2005, and still ultimately cgi is expensive and if not done just right is becomes glaring. So I'd say the only really bad scene is when your watching the wax building melt itself from the outside.

-I wish Lester was more involved. It would have been interesting to see what role he played in the family dynamic.

-I'm still not 100% sure why they started killing people. I think it's because Bo is a lunatic and is manipulating his brothers, but again an hint of explanation of how someone gets to the point of trading people in wax would be nice. Though maybe they included it and I just missed it, I dunno. Update: currently watching the movie again. And I heard a line that I missed before or misinterpreted. Bo talked about finishing what mom started which implies there mom started the killing. But it still would like it to be clear why she started to kill, was it the cyst in her head? Like give me a lil more here.

-I usually don't really like the victims in the horror movies, not outright hate them, but just indifferent, but I rather like the male and female survivors(yes I have already forgotten their names).

-I loved the connections that would be made throughout the movies, like how things mentioned or would happen would connect to the later events. For example the one of the survivors at the start(who is a twin) talking about being an evil twin to his sisters good twin, which parallels the fact Bo is the literal evil twin to Vincent's 'good' twin.

-the characters felt pretty flushed out(other then the killers), the victims/survivors felt like real people for the most part and it felt like they had real chemistry.

-To be honest I liked how the survivors/victims didn't feel like they had classic 'horror movie' syndrome, their reactions felt fairly realistic, albeit a bit calm to the creepy ass town they were in.

-the sets in this movie were amazing, again I wish we saw more of it, especially with Vincents workshop, I would hav liked to see more of his process, because I have some questions about the logistics of his work.

-Lester as a character, like I said feels unexplored and left me wanting to see for of him in a way that was very unsatisfying.

-Bo by the end I kinda fell back into the 'meh' camp with him because his motives to me still felt so unclear which just in general made him feel like a murky character.

-I deeply want more of Vincent, he is by far the most interesting character in the entire show. Love him to death, very sad when he died.

Edit to add: Whats the point ultimately here? Why make all these wax figures? Just to have them rot here alone dusty? Everything again just kinda feels murky and I just have a lot of questions still.

Overall good movie, but I'm gonna have to watch it a few more times before I think about writing for it

If your wondering why now(at 2 AM)

I saw this picture of Vincent Sinclair and he's such a cutie pattootie that I want to eat the other half of his face off

Would sit on his face 10/10 hottie