"You can both come inside when I'm ready, m'kay? No stalking or creeping me out. I was creeped out enough by the doll today." You told Michael and Chucky sternly, shutting your bedroom door behind you the moment you'd finished speaking to them so you could get changed into your pyjamas.

Then, when you'd finished changing clothes, you let them both back in, shushing both slashers before immediately dialling Rose's number. "Hey (Y/n)! How's it going...? Everything working out okay...?" She warmly greeted, waiting for you to respond as you leant back against your double-sided bed and held the old-fashioned phone up to your ear.

"You could've warned me, y'know?" You tiredly talked to your friend, awkwardness flickering throughout your tone whilst you wondered how to go about the whole situation.

"What, and ruin the surprise?" She spoke mischievously, her attitude making you roll your eyes and sit up instead of leaning back a few minutes after you'd just laid down.

"Gee, thanks. So then...what's the story? Behind the doll?" You commented in a sarcastic fashion, shaking your head while you kept on holding the phone.

"Yeah...It was a fire." Rose explained unhappily, sounding both awkward and uncomfortable. "Brahms...didn't make it out. On his eighth birthday. Such a tragedy."

"Oh, God. No kidding." You stammered from a stunned voice, trying to keep the conversation going without it twisting into something uneasy. "So the doll just...turned up not long after that...?"

"Yep. I know it must seem strange. I mean it IS strange. But it's all harmless." Rose anxiously thought aloud, the dark topic causing her to grow quiet during the phone call.

"It must be a way to cope or something. I can't imagine what it must feel like to lose a child." You talked about the subject worriedly, shifting from side to side and not knowing how to react.

"So he died (Y/A)." Rose finished up the emotional story with a nervous laugh, speaking like she didn't know what to say next. "Hey (Y/n)...He'd be about your age by now."

"They've lived like this for (Y/A) years!?" You exclaimed in surprise, your eyes widening after Rose dropped that specific piece of information on you.

"And before me, they apparently were looking for a Nanny for the last year." She added sheepishly, her words causing you to feel even more concerned for the family's well-being. Perhaps you shouldn't have judged Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire so quickly, and left Brahms alone...

"Shit..." You swore under your breath, panicking as soon as you recalled two of the rules you were meant to follow. 2. Never Leave Brahms Alone and 4. Never Cover Brahms' Face.

"What's wrong? (Y/n), what's the matter?" Rose wondered with curiosity, not knowing why you suddenly freaked out. "Did something just bother you?"

"Well, it's...it was Brahms." You admitted ashamedly, staring at the floor and avoiding looking anywhere around the bedroom.

"Oh, the doll? Did you leave him alone and break the rules?" She concluded wryly, her remark making you "Yes" in a tiny voice. "Aww, I know you're not supposed to leave Brahms alone, but I won't tell if you don't want. Besides, you're not the only one who has, y'know?"

"You're kidding! Seriously, you...!? Out of all people, you...!?" You gasped wildly, not talking to Michael or Chucky yet, and feeling much better about ignoring the rules.

"Hey, you end up going crazy in that house. It helps to give yourself a break from time to time, y'know? Good to get out and enjoy the world-famous nightlife surrounding the place." Playfully, Rose spilled her previous behaviour and messed around; her reaction to the doll similar to your own while it also made you laugh.

"I don't know..." You lightly mused over her response, cheering up and calming down. "I mean, at the end of the day, all I have to do is look after a doll. I should still at least check up on it and make sure it's not damaged or anything..."

"Hmm, true. But still, you don't have to deny yourself a good time. Give yourself a tour of the town or something." She carried on tenderly, trying to keep you from stressing out too much.

"I would, but...I still need to figure some things out." You trailed off with a wary voice, not knowing how to explain to Rose about hanging around two slashers, leaving the doll without a second thought, and engaging in the night-life. Not to mention dealing with Freddy on the sidelines.

"Oh, okay. I understand. Thanks for trading out with me in the first place though (Y/n), I'm still grateful for that." Rose thanked you again, her words flowing with appreciation and respect.

"Don't even mention it. After all those notes and help with classes, it was the least I could do." You brushed it off pleasantly, stifling a yawn and starting to feel like calling it a night. Literally. "Besides, not only have they already paid me. But they both paid me (M/A)."

"Holy. Shit. Do you realise that that's more money than an average person makes in an entire month? Obviously not me or you, because you traded out with me, and I was the previous Nanny, but still...!" She pointed out brightly, sounding smug as you heard a giggle come through the phone.

"Really...?" You questioned with interest, finding her comment amusing and entertaining as Michael pulled you into a cuddle from the side, the stalker clearly pining for your attention and affection.

"Really. Honestly, I'm not joking. The Heelshires pay what they just paid you every week instead of every month. It's bloody insane." Rose truthfully declared, now focusing on what her past bosses had now paid you.

"Damn. You're right then, what they've paid me is a shit ton of money." You agreed thoughtfully, Michael's adorable hug causing your heartbeat to increase and lose your focus on your phone call with Rose. "H-Hey, Rose, thanks for the conversation and explaining about everything, but I...I've gotta go. It's getting awfully late, y'know, and after that doll shock from yesterday, I still need to get used to what I have to do around here..."

"I understand. Miss hanging out in our sessions, but have a good rest of your night, and I'll be sure to catch you on the flip-side...!" Once she'd said Goodbye first - and you'd returned the kind words - you hung up the phone and placed it speedily back onto the nightstand, embarrassed by your partner's unanticipated actions.

"Michael...! Don't surprise me like that...! Especially when I'm talking to one of my friends." You scolded him fiercely, curling around so you could face the stalker head-on. "You threw me off...!"

"Threw you off? What the fuck are you on 'bout? He hasn't thrown you at all." Chucky bluntly argued, misunderstanding what you meant and climbing onto the edge of your bed to chat better with you instead.

"No...To "throw someone off" is simply another way of saying that someone else has interrupted or confused your current train of thought." You clarified to him knowledgeably, swinging your legs around the end of your bed and getting ready to leave your room for a quick moment.

"Then why not just say that in the first place? Seems pretty pointless in my opinion." He inquired with confusion, your thoughts clearly puzzling him in the process as well. "Yo...Where you goin' anyways? Thought you were headin' to bed after that phone call with your friend...You ain't tired no more?"

"Oh, I am tired. Don't worry about that." You casually smiled at both males, standing up in your pyjamas before heading towards the door to reopen it. "I just feel bad about leaving Brahms - the other doll - alone, after remembering all those rules Mrs. Heelshire left me."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me. It's a fucking doll, (Y/n)." Chucky snorted scornfully, grasping your wrist and yanking you back - behaving oddly strong and immature for an adult.

"Still though. Anyway, if they come back a week later and see that I left the doll underneath a blanket - dirtied - let's just say that they aren't gonna be too happy with me." You retorted in a stubborn state of mind, wrenching your wrist out of his and leaving the room regardless.

"Has that bitch always been this difficult!?" You heard Chucky hiss at Michael behind the closed door frustratedly, smugness flowing throughout your veins when you assumed the silent stalker didn't answer or write something back in return. At least, you didn't think that he would. Michael hated almost all of the other killers / your partners, so to reply to the opposite killer would be...rather bizarre.

Anyway, pushing that to the side, you approached where you left the doll and grew distrustful; seeing the blanket still there but crumpled. "Hello...?" You suspiciously called, pulling the blanket away and feeling scared when you saw that nothing was being covered - nothing was lying underneath.

Nothing was lying underneath whatsoever.