So this is a twist on the first movie, Let's pretend Malcom doesn't exist or hasn't come yet and the ex doesn't just let themselves in! also this switches between POVS so use your brain and try to figure it out. I don't like saying the POVS that much it will look kinda of putting since i'll use it so much. Okay continue!

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You had met Mrs.Heelshire before, your parents where friends with her and you also met Brahms a couple times. He was pretty cool... But you never got to close, but you had okay friendship.

When Brahms died you felt horrible, He was one of the only friends you had and it broke your heart. So when Mrs.Heelshire reached out to ask you to baby sit, You where filled with glee!

She explained everything including his death and how they had a doll. You didn't mind dolls, not to mention their house was absolutely beautiful.

The Heelshires had already left and you went to find Brahms' room. When you did you happily walked over to Brahms and picked him up.

"Hello again Brahms! It's been to long!" You laugh at your self and head to the library, Mrs.Heelshire told you he liked listening to music, Just like you remember.

You set him down on a chair and go to set up the song. It wasn't your favourite type of music, but you didn't hate it. You put Brahms on your lap and listened to the music. It was wonderful being back, you almost didn't want to leave.

[Time skip]

I've loved being here, it was so wonderful to be with Brahms again, even though it wasn't the real him. But it was the best Im gonna get. I put him in bed and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight Brahms, Can't wait till tomorrow." I shut the light off and close the door gently.

Putting on a long shirt, I sit on my bed and call my bestie. "Hey B/F." I sit back against the headboard. "How is it? Is it old and dusty? I told you! It's dusty isn't it!" I chuckle. "No no it's great! I'm so happy I came back." I sigh happily. "OMG okay so I need to tell you something." She turns serious and it makes me worried. "So... E/N came to the house yesterday. He said he was gonna write you a letter or some shit.. I wasn't really paying attention, his breath was stanky." "Omg B/N be serious! You didn't give him the address did you!?" I jolt up and grip the phone tighter. "I had no choice! I'm sorry Y/N." Oh shit! "No no it's okay! I need to go, talk to you soon!" I hang up and throw my head into my hands. This is bad. Really, Really bad.

[In the morning]

I stretch out and get up. I don't bother getting dressed and head to Brahms' room. "Morning Brahms hope you had a good sleep!" I pick him up and get him dressed.

I decided to make bacon and eggs, (Or something else if you don't like that)Classic breakfast. I set the plate in front of Brahms, And I go to eat mine in the library. While I do I can the shelves for books to read to Brahms.

Brahms went to eat his food, When he heard a knock at the door. Going back in the walls he went to where Y/N was. She went to open the door. A big man was there.

"Y/N! Where've you been?" He lets himself in and goes straight to the kitchen. He grabs tons of food and sits at the table, Y/N scurrying behind.

"What the fuck is this?!" He looks at Brahms in the chair. "It's nothing!" Y/N snatches the doll out of the chair. "It's, it's who Im baby sitting." E/N laughs and gets up. "Give me the doll Y/N." He does a 'come here' motion with his hand. "No. don't tough him!"

She pulls Brahms away and goes to rush out of the room.

The doll was ripped from your arms and you whip around. "No please!!" The doll was swung against the table.

Horror covered your face. Your heart ached, You lost Brahms once and it happened again. You felt hot tears slowly brush your cheeks as they crawl down your face.

Brahms has had enough. He Bursted through the wall. He had never been so mad before. Not only did he bust the doll. But he made you cry. This made him break. He took a piece of the dolls face and sliced through E/Ns neck.

Blood ripped down his fingers as he turned to you. You ran into him and latched your arms around his stomach. He saved you, and you needed someone to hold you. In a comforting, loving way. Not a aggressive hating way.

Brahms was taken aback, But wrapped his arms around you as he regained focus. "B-Brahms? Is it really you?" You asked from the crook of his neck. He nodded. "I've missed you so much, so... so much."

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OKAY! i know it's bad and short, but I've had a lack of ideas lately, But I hope you can forgive me and look past my trash.