A/N: I seriously hope I'm doing a good job of keeping Brahms in character so far... If you are enjoying this story, please let me know what you think! Otherwise, enjoy this chapter^^

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8 loud chimes from the clock woke Aurora as she squinted, the morning light seeming unusally harsh today as it lit up the window. Her head was pounding already as she pushed herself up, shivering a bit while trying to think.

Jesus, I feel like garbage... She groaned inwardly, coughing a few times before pulling the covers closer. I guess that's what I get for falling asleep with wet hair...

Aurora placed a hand across her forehead, feeling it heat up immediately as she sighed. It didn't seem too bad... Just a little warm, causing her to think that maybe she could just sleep it off before laying back down. If the Heelshire's are watching me somehow, then they should understand that I'm sick... She reasoned, incredibly grateful that she wasn't responsible for an actual child right now.

I just need a little more rest...

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On the other side of the wall...

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Brahms frowned as he watched his nanny go back to bed, knowing that she was breaking the rules, but feeling sympathy towards her at the same time...

Yes, he was angry about his routine being disturbed... But he knew it was only because the woman was unwell. The frown hidden by porcelain deepened as he realized she'd been taking extremely good care of the doll, but hardly paying any attention to her own needs. He watched the blankets covering Aurora rise and fall as he relaxed, scanning her sleeping face briefly before noticing her still somewhat puffy eyes.

Why was she crying? Brahms asked himself, thinking back to the events of last night. I don't want her to be sad...

He felt his cheeks get warmer beneath his mask as he remembered how Aurora looked, soaking in the tub peacefully before she'd gotten upset. She'd looked as happy as he'd ever seen her anyway, even though she was annoyed about her missing perfume... Then she was crying out of nowhere and Brahms couldn't understand why.

Maybe she's just lonely! He hoped, already feeling guilty about taking things when said woman had turned out to be such a good Nanny. Don't worry Aurora... Brahms thought, perking up a bit as he got an idea.

I'll take care of you now...

Aurora awoke again some time later, blinking slowly and yawning before turning her head towards the clock. It was 11, meaning that she was already multiple hours behind schedule...

It was hard to care about any of that when she felt so awful, eventually turning back over before sighing. I'm going to have to get up at some point to make... myself... Her own inner dialogue trailed off as she looked towards the bedside table, immediately noticing a plate with, what appeared to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it, as well as a glass of water.

What the hell...

She was instantly alert as she sat up, scanning the room carefully while expecting someone to jump out any second. Everything around her remained silent however, making Aurora's mind race with questions and doubts as she frowned. She pulled her shaky legs out from under the blankets, climbing out of bed and taking a few cautious steps forward while exiting the room...

"Hello...?"

The house was eerily quiet as she walked toward the main entrance, heading down the stairs and into the entryway before checking the door. It was still locked, just like she'd left it. Her feet carried her towards the kitchen next, double checking the back entrance and frowning as it too was still locked up tight.

"Malcolm...?" Aurora called out, walking back through the hallways briefly while awaiting a response. "Is anyone here?"

"..."

Nothing.

She walked back upstairs, retracing her steps from last night until now, all while trying to make sense of where the hell that sandwich had come from.

"Was... Was I really that out of it?" Aurora mumbled, stepping back into her bedroom before plopping down on the mattress. She looked towards the mysterious sandwich curiously, sighing while knowing that stress does do strange things to a person's mind. "I feel like I'd remember making a whole sandwich....... But I don't. At all..." She went on, glaring at said sandwich while becoming very suspicious...

"And if it wasn't Malcolm, then... Ugh! Everything's still locked... Did someone really just break in to make a sandwich then leave? That makes no sense!" She grumbled, ranting to herself as Brahms listened in from nearby.

This wasn't going quite like he'd planned...

Aurora got up again before walking off, continuing to search the house as the man behind the walls watched her go. He thought for a moment before heading towards his own room, exiting through the closet and swiping the doll of himself from bed before retreating. Brahms could hear the smaller woman moving around upstairs, giving him time to arrange the doll on the bed before slipping back into another hidden area. When he heard light footsteps approaching he held his breath, waiting anxiously for what would happen next...

Just when Aurora had started to calm down, reassuring herself that maybe she'd just been a little too tired yesterday and this was all some big, forgetful mess on her part... That's when she saw it. Or him rather.

The doll. Sitting on Aurora's bed perfectly with it's porcelain face staring her way. The sandwich that had been on the table was now next to said doll, forcing the woman to connect the dots as her hands began to shake. Her body was frozen in place for some time as she considered the possibilities... None of them good.

Is... This some kind of joke? She wondered, taking a tentative step forward before glancing around. Aurora turned her attention to the doll again, noticing the way it's creepy stare seemed to peer into her very soul...

Just... Hell no. She decided finally, turning on a dime before taking off down the hallway. She sprinted into the kitchen, searching around desperately on counter tops and other surfaces before glancing towards the fridge.

YES! There! Aurora thought victoriously, spotting a list of numbers tacked on the appliance. I'm calling Malcolm and telling him....... Well, I'm telling him something! She decided, spotting his name and number on the paper before darting towards the phone nearby. She dialed the number as fast as possible on the old rotary style device, her fingers shaking while holding the phone to her ear, suddenly hearing one dull tone as the line was disconnected...

A tidal wave of fear rose up inside of her as Aurora dropped the receiver, sliding down the wall before covering her eyes. She started crying hopelessly, just knowing that someone was playing tricks on her as she wondered why. What kind of game is this?! She thought, extremely confused while trying to imagine a point to these cruel pranks. Is someone watching me right now, just laughing and-

The intense ring of the phone interrupted those thoughts, scaring Aurora half to death and making her scream, though it came out as more of a squeak. She scrambled to her feet, picking the call up before pausing momentarily.

"...Hello?! Um... H-Heelshire residence..."

"..."

"Hello...?"

"Don't be scared Aurora," A child's voice answered finally, making said woman's eyes widen in shock as she listened. "I made that sandwich for you."

"Who is this?" Aurora questioned, already having an idea in her mind but not wanting to believe it. It was too insane to even think.

"..."

"Please tell me who this is..." She asked again, holding her own breath as every passing second seemed like an eternity.

Before she got any answers however the line went dead again, making her stomach flip uneasily as she set the receiver back down. She turned to face the rest of the kitchen again, glancing around nervously while Mr. Heelshire's voice rang out in her mind. He said that Brahms was very much with them here... Aurora remembered, thinking back to their conversation in the garden. He was being serious...

She placed both hands on the counter, suddenly feeling very weak as her vision began to blur. Before she could faint completely and possibly hit her head off the floor, Aurora slid down the cabinets, propping herself up against them while breathing deeply. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she blinked, eventually closing her eyes before leaning back and passing out.

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A/N: hfghhgfhgh idk what I'd do if this all happened to me (⊙ヮ⊙) I'd definitely be like what the cinnamon toast F*CK, but I might pass out too from the sheer shock of it all lmao... But now, what will happen to our MC when she wakes up? :O