Walls

                                    

                                          

Ivory winced as a scrapping sound woke her up, sitting up in bed as she rubbed her eyes she looked around her room but saw nothing. She grinned as her once bare room is now full of light. Now the slashers hung up pictures on her wall, Pennywise filled it with balloons, Billy and Stu found her a shag rug, Tiffany got her some beautiful curtains and there were now some toys in here. 
Slipping out of bed she followed the strange noise down to the stairs she never uses that goes down to the old store. She never goes down them because there are so many spider webs and place was covered in dust.
 Ivory walked down to see Michael and Jason asleep at a very large table, the room was all cleaned up and it was now practically a huge dinning room. 
The table went very far, enough to fit everyone in her home so far and a few extra room incase some more guests arrive which according to Chucky could continue to happen. 
But with the room cleaned up the walls looked almost golden with the lights shining on them since there weren't any windows in this room. It reminded her of one of those Thanksgiving dinner tables Tiffany told her about.
Ivory smiled as she admired what they did to the place but the sound came again. Ivory tilted her head as the sound was closer but Michael and Jason were passed out at the table so it wasn't them. Ivory slowly crept by them and continued to follow the noise. 
As she went to the further side of the store she could see someone quickly move from a hole inside the wall.
"Don't be afraid." Ivory said softly. "Are you ok?" 
She could see whoever it was slightly move as if twitching.
"It's ok, how did you get in the walls?" Ivory asked. 
The person didn't reply. 
"It's ok if you don't want to talk or if you can't. My friends in the other room never talk either." Ivory told him. She could see the figure move more before a painting that was hanging on the wall move. A very tall man peeked out at her and she could see he was wearing a mask which made her smile more. "You must be a friend to my new family, most of them wear masks too and two of them are dolls. What's your name?"
The man write in the dust. 'Brahms.'