A Man of Many Masks || 'The Grabber' x Reader

wow- great title, man

electrolytes smell like semen

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Your eyes fluttered open -a very overused line on Wattpad but whatever- to reveal the sun shining through the small window, illuminating the dim and grimy room. You sat up and glanced around the room, The Grabber was nowhere to be seen. You couldn't tell if you were happy or disappointed to see that he'd left the room before you woke up. On one hand it was good because you wouldn't have to go through the awkwardness of having to say 'good morning' and shit like that, plus you wouldn't have to wake up to that mask... And... y'know he's a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. But on the other hand, without him being there you were left cold and alone in the eerie room. So cold.

The last time he had come he said it was "breakfast", and so you assumed it was still the same day, you had just taken a nap. 'With him...'
Since you didn't eat this morning, or much before that, you were starving. The fact only being amplified by your stomach growling loudly. You shifted uncomfortably where you sat. You were cold, hungry, alone, and no one was coming to help you. No one knew where you were or if you were even alive.

Interrupting your thoughts however, was the sound of the large cement door opening to once more expose your abductor standing in the dark doorway. Even after what happened a few hours ago, you were still afraid of him, -and you had every right to be-.

"I figured you would be hungry by now." He once again seemed kinda bugged out. His voice sounded more worried than usual, the creepy tone was still very clearly present, but held more emotion than it did before. You could see that he was a bit apprehensive by the way his hands fidgeted at his sides. "...Y/N?"

Your dry lips parted to muster out a, "Yes?" You wanted to be as polite as possible, not just because it was your general nature towards people you didn't know all too personally, but because you wanted to stay as far away from his bad side for as long as you possibly could.

"Why-" he stopped himself before starting again with, "Why didn't you eat earlier?" He wasn't asking the question he really wanted to, and you could tell -but you didn't say anything about it.

You didn't know exactly how to reply. You once again felt a smaller wave of panic wash over you, and feared that he might laugh at you or call you pathetic if you told him the reason why. But you couldn't think of any other response, and so you simply said, "I uh.. I don't like eating alone... least not n'front of people." Out of embarrassment, you averted your eyes from him to the mattress.

At hearing this he hummed, not in mockery or annoyance, but in understandement. He looked off into the distance for a second, thinking about what you had just said for a moment, before looking back to you. "If I were to eat with you, would you be comfortable eating?"

You were taken aback by his thoughtfulness, to say the least. Never in a million years would you expect a kidnapper to be so... considerate?

"Uhm-.. y-yeah?" Your confusion -and surprise- was evident in your voice, you just weren't able to wrap your head around your beyond unique situation.

The man lightly giggled and said, "I'll be back in a jiff." And he then turned around and went back upstairs, closing and locking the door behind him.

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Word Count: 599

This chapter is hella shitty bc I didn't proof read but I just wanted to get something out since it's been a while, ngl I'm just lazy af

Also, the bleach cd I bought has audio of Kurt Cobain breaking his guitar on stage- I'm so fucking happy rn istfg. But they spelled Kurt's name "Kurdt Kobain" and Krist's name "Chris" and I honestly think its funny as shit. Just thought you should know :)

-Bowie <3