Would I survive

The Boy

So here's the official summary of the movie: "Greta, a young American woman, takes a job as a nanny in a remote English village and discovers that the family's 8-year-old is a life-sized doll  (named Brahms) that the parents care for just like a real boy as a way to cope with the death of their actual son 20 years ago. When she violates a list of strict rules, her worst nightmare is brought to life by a series of disturbing, inexplicable events and she comes to believe that the doll is alive."

Spoilers: the doll is in fact, inanimate and the actual Brahms isn't dead. He lives in the walls and 'lives' through the doll because (theory) his parents live in fear of what they created. It's juicy fic worthy because sheltered boy meets hot girl (Greta) and hot girl becomes friends with someone the family hired (Malcolm) till they eventually almost bang and Brahms starts messing with stuff more. Hot girl's ex obsessive ex finds out where she is and threatens to frick stuff up for Brahms and Hot Girl so Brahms kills the ex.

So from the assumption that he's never been outside of the house and his parents seem like the bookish type,  he probably learns mannerisms from his old parents and the elde victorian books they probably read.

And here's where we replace the MC with me, Xei. You'll see whether I live or die under Brahm's hand.

For sanity's sake I refer to myself as we sometimes so...

First I walk up in the place and I make a good impression with the parents bc neurodivergents like me sometimes need to be supported cuz it be our last thread. The doll is totally a real living breathing boy, yes yes.

Then I follow the rules because the parents made it seem like a huge deal and god knows if they have cameras so they can dock my pay. Simple stuff really.

Malcolm, the grocery boy doesn't catch our attention much because he doesn't seem terribly our type (big man, strong man, can crush me easily or exactly the opposite). Brahms really doesn't have much of a reason to be mad at me for this.

I have irritable bowels so my boy Brahms probably babying me half the day and then couple it with depression and I start not following rules bc I feel like shite, there's a slight consequence probably but we're too dumb to notice. SO we continue being sick in the stomach and head.

At this point mans probably is hella confused bc 'Why woman melancholy? Why she not baby me?' y'dig? Right so there's more consequence like cold water for showers or my dirty panties go missing bc Brahms is a panty sniffing pervert.

I sleep almost nakie and strut around my room nakie after showers so if the walls could see, they'd have a show.

I fall and break Doll Brahms and sweep it up but bc I'm a lousy maid there's stuff on the floor, so it's left dead on the floor where real Brahms steps on it and there's blood tracks leading nearby. We get a lil risky a lil adventurous 'n' follow them blood spots while they still fresh.

OH sugar honey ice TEa! There's an anomaly in the wall!??? Then we  POP that hoe open to see a dusty, musty, crusty wall space. Everything clicks in our little pea brain "SOMEONE LIVES HERE" so LIKE your classic black girl in a horror movie, we get out that ENCLOSED DARK SPACE and DIP.

WELL we not that smart and kinda like money so we grab the glock and some lights and get ready to shoot a (insert word not black people can't say). OH CRAP if you GO ON ISSA ROOM? We peek in and see our panties bc Brahms is a little pannie stealin freak jawn and hold up why it my lace front (Ion have one yet, but I would amazon order one so Ion gotta be combing my hair no more). Hold up is that a doll of me? It got black nail polish, my clothes, AND MY MF PLATFORMS.

WHO DA HELL STEALIN MY CLOTHES? We see our pantie thief sitting there READING? Who reads Frankenstein anymore, new in books are APOCALYPSE BOOKS WITH POC MAIN CHARACTERS. We breathing a little too hard bc we OUTTA SHAPE and  he get up all scary.

I HAVE A GUN WHO YOU GETTING SWOLE ON HITTA? I realize my 5'5 arse don't know how to use a shot gun and this big body at LEAST 6 foot horny man boy is about to F*ck my sh*t up. FIRST TIME WE TALK IN THE MOVIE! I'm shy leave me alone.

"Oooh you live here? My bad. I'm guessing you're Brahms, no hetero but you kinda FINE!"

I know full well he smell like sweaty man, but we trying not to get hit with his fists. He don't say nothing, he probably got a perfect view of this fat arse forehead and this the first time he ever saw a (insert slur for black people) in person that isn't a hire. I'm fine asf so he be sniffin my little afro puff bc my product smell like a citrus candle.

Hand on the chest. Uhuh. Back up Mr.Silverback Gorilla. Smellin like you aint ever heard of no bath. SIR HAVE YOU HEARD OF SOAP.

"Ooooh Papi you smell good! What you use? Old bay...? Old Spice...? What scent? Wet Lab Fur? Or Dirty Bawwsack?"

I make sure I diguise it as a compliment but this man smart so he know I'm saying he stinky. 

I get a grunt in response.

Skip to the climax of the movie, I got this man playing Among Us. My name Mommy so of course he Daddy and any other players are our children.

Skip to the end of the movie I ran out in the middle of the night bc I ain't stayinggggggg... HE IGNORANTTTTTT!