hair. Again. Cute. But /weird/. Johnny at first questions following along w the rules, especially because they’re /also/ weird, especially the one about kissing Simon before bed every night, but…well. What’s the harm? It’s not much work and he gets to do whatever he wants in

this rich ass house otherwise. So he follows them diligently, laying out meals, playing music, reading stories, and…well. Yeah. Giving Simon a bedtime kiss. Things go well and Johnny accepts the routine easily. He finds himself sitting w Simon in the corner of the room, angled

to ‘watch’ him paint. Johnny paints any and everything, but he finds himself painting what he thinks Simon would look like if he were a real boy. He agonizes over the details, even filling sketchbooks w mock-ups and different versions of this boy who doesn’t even exist. It’s

when Johnny finally finishes what he thinks is his best painting that things get weird again. It’s been nearly a month since he’s been taking care of ‘Simon’, and Johnny knows he’s alone, but he wakes up to creaking. A sound in the room he usually sits in to paint. So he checks

it out, wondering if maybe an animal got into the house. It’s surrounded by the woods after all. But no. He walks in and there’s nothing (and no one) there. But then he looks at the painting he’d left to dry. The paint is still somewhat wet, and there, in the corner, is a

fingerprint. Johnny knows he didn’t do that. He’s so careful about not messing up his paintings, being diligent about where he touches and keeping his fingers clean. That wasn’t him. Johnny goes back to sleep because thinking about this too hard would be too much for him right

now. Because what other option is there? That someone else is in the house? Nonsense. A few more days pass and Johnny continues to suppress the odd feeling in the back of his mind. He isn’t painting anymore, and on the fourth day, he wakes up to his paintbrushes and a bare

canvas at the foot of his bed. What…the fuck. Johnny wants to leave. He’s not alone. He not /alone/. Someone else is here, watching him, and he didn’t know for nearly one and half weeks! He needs to go. He starts packing that morning but before he leaves, gets a call from

the ‘parents’ who employed them. Johnny nearly screams at them. Actually, he does. They’re insane for telling him he’s watching a doll only for him to get /stalked/. He’s pacing in the bedroom he’s been sleeping in w the door open while shouting on the phone until he hears the

door slam shut. Johnny looks up and he’s really not alone anymore. He drops his phone and it clatters against the ground, probably breaking. He looks up and up and /up/, finally meeting brown eyes framed by blonde lashes that peer at him from behind a skull mask, similar to

@meisterscythe__ Oh dear…..it’s like Brahm. Oh man, I had a crush due to some beautiful art. Oh no….

@CalicoSerenity It is /exactly/ like Brahms. Rewatched the second movie tonight and I realize the first movie would make for a really good soapghost au so I had to write it and i feel, Brahms was…😳

@meisterscythe__ Please tell me there's more 🥺

@VariouslyStated if the inspiration strikes me, then yes, perhaps!

@meisterscythe__ please have a fucking second part

@Redreap14543012 alhfghludhjfd, not yet!

@meisterscythe__ You may have just convinced me to watch this movie… but… please give them a happy ending in this version 👀

@EmpressCirque it’s a good movie! Not like…amazing, but yeah!!! And honestly, I may write angst but I cannot write a sad ending, so I got you

@meisterscythe__ ooooh....