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𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚝 part 2.
I decided to sleep in Brahms room. It was weird but, comforting in a way. Me and Brahms were laying on his bed facing Each other.
(Y/n): I'm not leaving Brahms. But I need your help if I'm going to Stay.
COLE/CONNIE: Y/N!
I heard from downstairs. What the hell I was fucking sleep you Price of intolerant shit. COLE/CONNIE Kept yelling for me so I finally got up. When I stood up I noticed that Brahms wasn't on The bed. Fuck.
(Y/n): what happened?
COLE/CONNIE: GET in here.
He/she grabs in tightly and push's in His room. GET OUT is spelled in blood on the Willows. Whoever did that is now my Favorite person.
COLE/CONNIE: Was this you?
(Y/n): No. I was sleeping.
COLE/CONNIE: DONT play these games with me! HOW CAN THAT NOT BE YOU? No one else is in this house.
(Y/n): Brahms?
I said. COLE/CONNIE looked at me.
COLE/CONNIE: The doll? The doll wrote This?
He/she said as I walked over to Grab Brahms.
COLE/CONNIE: Don't pull this shit on m Y/n. Okay, fine. It wasn't you. It Was the doll. Give to to me.
(Y/n): No.
COLE/CONNIE: Give me the Doll, Y/n.
He/she said as I walk away. (BItch rUN)
COLE/CONNIE: HAND HIM OVER!
(Y/n): NO FUCK OFF! GET OFF OF ME!
Malcolm heard from his car.
(Y/n): It Was Me. You were right. OKAY!
COLE/CONNIE: ITS TOO LATE! NOW Give me the doll..
(Y/n): No. fuck off.
Malcolm: Y/N?!
COLE/CONNIE try's to pull Brahms Away from me. And he/she does.
COLE/CONNIE: IM NOT JOKING AROUND!
Malcolm: HEY, HEY! Get your things AND GET OUT OF HERE!
COLE/CONNIE: you know everyone just seems to Be in a big hurry for me to Leave.
(Y/n): Surprise you didn't see that sooner. You shithead.
COLE/CONNIE: MAYBE... maybe you left that Little message for me..huh.? Or are you going to say it Was the doll too?
COLE/CONNIE says to Malcolm.
Malcolm: what did Brahms do?
(Y/n): Cole/Connie. You have to leave. Now. You don't understan-
COLE/CONNIE: No, I think I understand exactly What's going on here.
Malcolm: Give me the doll!
COLE/CONNIE: what's so special about this Doll? Huh?
(Y/n): Cole/Connie. Give me the Doll.
COLE/CONNIE smashed Brahms head on the Table breaking it. Tears started to form in my eyes. Something weird noises started to from the wall.
COLE/CONNIE: What the hell was that?
[THUDDING]
Malcolm: I think we need to leave.
COLE/CONNIE: what's going on?
[BANGING] The lights started flickering.
Malcolm: we should.. We should Really go.
COLE/CONNE shushed Malcolm and leaned On a wall mirror.
[CREAKING]
COLE/CONNIE: that's something-
Before COLE/CONNIE could finish The mirror shattered in his/her face making Her/him fall.
