~You had been in a sad mood all day, your bubbly aura being replaced with a tired and depressed one. You had gotten a phone call, your mother had been diagnosed with cancer and she was in the hospital. But you couldn't leave per Brahms, it was

a couple weeks after he had revealed himself and when he'd killed Cole... but you've grown to love him the same way you had with the doll. You were at the dinner table with Brahms, he covered his mouth with his hand after slightly moving the mask away from his

mouth.

"So... Brahms..." The male looked up at you, those curious hazel eyes looking into yours.

"Yes?...." He replied after a few seconds, he fixed his mask and set his utensils down.

"about earlier....please?... she's very sic-" He cut you off, his eyebrows furrowing. Anger and fear burned together in his eyes, he had told you earlier that he wouldn't let you leave after you broke down in tears that morning.

"No." He went back to eating. You sniffled and stood, pushing your chair out as it screeched against the floorboards. Brahms's eyes shot up to look at you, tears streamed down your flushed cheeks as you ran out of the kitchen and into your room.

It was a couple of hours after the incident at dinner, Brahms had gone into his room in the wall to sleep. But you laid awake, teary and bloodshot eyes staring up at the fancy cloth draped over your bed. You sniffled again, turning and hugging the

black fluffy pillow on your bed. You held it close, closing your eyes tightly, you wanted affection, to be held....

You cursed yourself at the idea that came to mind, but you wouldn't' t have anyone else to go to.

You slipped off your bed silently, you gripped your silk nightgown as you padded across the cold floor to your closet. You opened the door and ducked under the clothes, before turning the small knob on the top. You gave it a slight pull and it caved, the

small door opening to the walls. You walked through the walls, swatting at some cobwebs as you silently made your way to a ladder. You remembered the way to Brahms's room, after having brought him breakfast in bed multiple times when he didn't feel well.

You grabbed the first cold metal bar as you placed your bare foot on the one closest the the floor. You made your way up the metal ladder, pulling yourself up the the next floor. You stood and looked around, making a left that led to a door. You opened it quietly,

stepping inside. You shut it just as silent, carefully walking to the corner where Brahms's large bed was. Your eyes softened when seeing he was asleep, the star shaped lights hanging above his bed illuminated his large figure. Once upon further approach, you realized

he was hugging the body pillow you had gotten him. After seeing the one he made himself, you felt bad for him, telling him you would order him a better, more comfy one from Amazon.

He had complied with your offer, and you had given him a nightgown of yours, a white one with flowers, for him to put on it instead of your favorite dress. You giggled under your breathe, finding it adorable how much he loved the pillow.

Brahms was turned on his side in his sleep, his strong arms wrapped around the much smaller body pillow. He still wore his mask, which you figrued it was uncomfortable, but you didn't think too much about it. You were standing right next to the bed, thinking

hard about the next moves you were about to make. You knew Brahms was a very heavy sleeper, he slept equivalent to a log.

You took a deep breathe and grabbed hold of the pillow, getting ready to replace it with yourself. You gave it a pull, and it slipped from his arms. But almost instantly, you slid into it's place, setting the pillow behind Brahms. You let out a breathe you had been

holding in, and you carefully wrapped your small arms around Brahms. His muscular arms squeezed you tightly, and you rested your head against his chest. You listened to his breathing, his chest rising and falling in a perfect, soft pattern. After a few seconds, he

moved his head to your hair, the hard porcelain resting against your head.

You closed your eyes, they were no longer puffy and teared-filled. You smiled softly and cuddled close to Brahms, melting into his warmth before you fell into a deep sleep.~

Brahms's POV:

~I let my eyes adjust to the light that shown through the small window above my bed. My arms were still wrapped around the soft pillow my sweet Y/n had gotten me, and I smiled underneath my mask.... wait...

did this pillow have arms?...

My eyes shot down to the "pillow" and my face erupted into a heated red. There, in my arms was Y/n, her face soft and her eyes shut. She was so small compared to me, she fit perfect against me but I didn't dare (or want) to move.

I reached my hand up slowly before it touched her soft hair. I let out a small but happy sigh as I made contact with it. My fingers gently stroked the smooth feel of her hair, it was so soft, I don't think I've ever felt hair this soft....

In her slumber, Y/n made a small noise and shuffled closer to me, her face now hidden in my chest. I let out a nervous, but again happy, breathe and I continued to hold her close and stroke her hair. Everything felt so perfect at this moment, I honestly

didn't care how she ended up here, I never wanted to snuggle that damn pillow again. I closed my eyes again, just enjoying the moment, but everything good must be cut short... sadly.

I felt Y/n's head move, and her body shivered. I looked down, her face was now turned upwards and faced towards me, her (e/c) eyes looking into mine. My face flushed quickly and I stopped stroking her hair, I stuttered under my breathe, afraid I might've

slept walked again and grabbed her. I expected her to be angry, or scared, but nope. Her grip tightened around me, and I looked down at her with wide eyes.

"Good morning..."

My heart fluttered at her voice, it was so soft and it was a bit smoother than normal. I replied a few seconds after, but then I didn't give her time to speak more.

"Good morning.... why are you.. in my bed?..."

I looked down at her again, she gripped the back of my white shirt nervously.

"Sorry... I couldn't sleep....I wanted to snuggle you..." I couldn't believe what she said, it made me so happy. I smiled softly under the mask, my eyes squinting slightly.

"O-Oh alright... I don't mind... were you comfy?"

She smiled and rested her head against my neck, nuzzling gently against my shirt. "mhm.... you're very warm..."~