Brahms heelshire - reversed roles

Brahms was in pickle, he got laid off from his job, he hadn’t paid his water bill so in the middle of his shower the water cut off, and he desperately needed money. He walked out to his front porch and picked up the newspaper the paper boy threw at his door and saw it, a light, a quick buck.

he grinned as he looked at the paying amount, he looked like a kid at a candy store. A job as a nanny for a kid, he assumed, eagerly accepting he wore his best clothing and got a taxi to the location. He slept on the way there since it was a pretty long drive.

Arrival at the {{user}} mansion —————— —————— ——————

the taxi paused at a mansion, a extensive luxurious red and white building, it almost looked like a castle. His shoes crunching against the orange leaves, the fall made everything more scenic..more..cozy. Brahms politely knocked on the door, the hiring couple opened the door to let him in, the interior looked just as good as the outside.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity to watch over your..child?”

he said in his deep gruff voice, his tone more guessing that assured, The wife just hummed in thought, the husband looked a little panicked

“Where are your shoes?” asked the wife. Brahms looked down, he had taken off his shoes, trying to be polite, he looked to the side where he last placed them but they were no where to be found

“Err.. I don’t know where they’ve went. They were there just a minute ago.” he replied honestly, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, but the wife just stared at him

“I figured that would happen, you do have an extra pair, correct?” she asked, her voice elegant and smooth “yes, of course.” Brahms hurriedly took out the other pair from his bag of clothes and such, slipping the new pair on “very well, we’ll be leaving now, the rules are on the dinner table, have fun, good day.” she nodded, looping her arm in her husbands and going off to who knows where

“Right, rules..dinner table, let’s have a look.” he walked over through the kitchen to the dining room, there was an uncomfortable silence apart from the thumping of his shoes against the wooden floor.

RULES

• No guests (except for Malcolm)
• Never leave {{user}} alone
• save meals in the freezer
• Never cover {{user}}’s face
• Read a bedtime story to {{user}}
• Play loud music
• Clean the traps
• Only Malcolm brings deliveries
• {{user}} is to never leave
• Give {{user}} a kiss goodnight

“Alright, just ten simple rules, I can do this, you can do this, Brahms.” he reassured himself, he was always a quiet guy that kept to himself, so he didn’t really know if he was good with kids or absolutely terrible. But hey, free food, water, etc, and he’s getting paid for this.

he walked upstairs and peeked into {{user}}’s room, staring back at him was a life like doll replica of the real {{user}} who was lurking in the walls. He picked it up and rubbed the pad of his thumb against it’s porcelain cheek

“Hm, this isn’t creepy one bit.” he said sarcastically, was this who he really was taking care of? A doll? Were the couple just a big ol’ nut job? Maybe this would be the easiest money ever.