Chapter Twenty Eight

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Its dark outside so when we get in the house we need flashlights which we brought with us. Max has both of the flashlights because with the boombox in my hands and can't carry anything else, I just stay closer to Max as we walk inside.

Everything in here is so antique looking, I think I remember Robin saying something about this being built in the 80s which makes sense. I'm tempted to look around and see more of the place but our goal is to go to the attic so that's where Max leads us.

We walk up the stairs slowly and I can't see without a light so I'm as close to Max as I can be. We eventually reach a stop in the stairs where the upstairs is but we don't need to be here so we slowly turn and walk up the next row of stairs leading to the attic. This is where Steve and I were last time only the roles are switched first of all its Max and she's in front this time. Which I'm okay with.

When Max gets to the top and into the attic I slowly enter the room behind her. The attic is very small I'd describe it as a small square but the roof is shaped like a triangle so in the middle the roof is pretty high up but the sides are deeper in and it almost touches the top of my head.

In the middle of the room is the flashlight Steve left there from last time we were here, its light still has a glow but it's not as strong as it was meaning Vecna is not in this room.

Max walks over to the flashlight and I follow her, I'm pretty much letting her take the lead on this mostly because she seems to know what she's doing and I don't. I set the boombox down right next to me. Its very cold in this room so when i sit down I wrap my arms around themselves trying to warm me up.

Max says outloud "Vecna" but I tap her on the shoulder "arnt you scared?" I ask, she seems to not care about the risk of this unlike me. "We have to do this" she says and I reply "we need a plan"
"Angela we can't really talk right now" she whispers "but what I do know is that Vecna traps us in a bad memory so if I think of a good memory then maybe we can hide there until Steve gets there."
"Are you sure that will work?" I ask in a whisper
"No but there's nothing else we can do now"
"Will it work on me?"
Max nods her head and holds out her hand for me to take and I grab it so were holding hands technically
"Follow the plan" she whispers

I close my eyes and let Max do the talking "hey you want us?" She yells outloud  "well we're here now so take us!"
I peak out of one eye seeing if anything happened... It didn't
I try this time, I open my eyes and speak to Vecna who I hope is listening

"I know your doing this because of my dad. I loved him a lot so much so that at one point he became my favorite person. After he died a peice of my died with him, and you know that and im pretty sure everyone who knew me before knows that too. I'll never be he same again, I used to be much happier and there's days where I feel nothing at all. But the day you attacked me" I pause "I actually felt something and it wasn't even fear it was just- it was like I don't feel numb to this and it's great"

I'm completely lying but if it will help get him to us then i will say anything, except the part about not being the same that's all true. "Going through everything I've been through the past couple days have made me realize that I'm not scared anymore. I want my dad back" I start crying because every time of think of my dad I break into tears, its just something i havnt healed from yet "there's only one way to do that so I'm here, so just take me I'm tired of running." I finish

"You really mean that?" Max says next to me squeezing my hand tighter
"Why arnt you whispering?" I whisper
"You want to die?" She asks again and I notice that look in her eye... That's not Max
"Its you isn't it?" I aka referring to Vecna

All of a sudden the room around me goes black and I see nothing, then it gets brighter to a blue shade and it looks like the upside down. The temperature, the flakes in the air, how did I get back here?

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