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

Quiet

Uh- so i accidentally published this before i was done writing but unpublished it and finished- only two people saw it while it was published but if you got the notification.. sorry?

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You didn't get it, he'd only met you once and yet just from that he decided to kidnap you? How the fuck did he even find you? "You.. you're that guy from the hardware store?"

The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly, like he was holding back a smile. "I didn't think you'd actually remember me." He had a sort of shine to his eyes, one you couldn't quite place because you'd never seen it before. If anyone else saw it though, they'd say it was love.

Your breathing quickened ever so slightly and you didn't really know what to do, what to say. "I- ..you're just some fucking guy who works at a hardware store?" Your words came out in almost a scoff.

He looked slightly confused, "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it- ..it's just a normal  thing...  when you picture what a kidnapper might do for work I'd imagine like a taxidermist or like someone who works at a graveyard. Not just some normal.. social  job." You broke the eye contact to look down at your own lap, not being able to stop yourself from wondering what other normal  things he did, if he had friends he went to watch sports with, if he had a family with nieces and nephews who looked up to him, went out to dinners with friends from high school he hadn't seen in a while and talked with about that one mean old english teacher who they all hated.

"Well you're a normal person, and a normal thing for you to do would be to eat. I don't work at a graveyard but I might have to send you to one if don't get something in your stomach soon." He practically gigged out his last sentence, and that somewhat spaced out and contemplating tone he had was now replaced with his normal cheerful voice.

You glanced at him before turning your eyes back to your eggs. "Oh- yeah." Looking back to the crushed apple in his hand you said, "Not like you really have something to eat anymore." You couldn't help but slightly smile. His hands must be really strong... Stop.

He looked puzzled for a second, but then looked to his apple-covered hands. "Oh, ehah. I'm going to go clean this off.. if you'll excuse me." He promptly stood up with kind of a dad grunt and walked out the door, remembering to close and lock it behind him. You chuckled a bit and turned your attention back to your eggs and started eating. Knowing now that the eggs weren't poisoned helped you to eat them quicker this time.

Upstairs Al threw away what was left of the apple and tried to take his ring off before washing his hands, he grimaced as he twisted the ring off his finger, the apple juice had made it sticky and hard to take off, but he was able to none the less. After thoroughly washing his hands he made his way back into the basement, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet with every step.

"Al! I'm home!" Startled, Albert yanked off his mask and ran up the stairs, not knowing what else to do, he threw the two-part mask into the closest drawer he could find, one right next to the washing machine. 

Al heavily sighed and replied, "Hey Max." while walking from the wash room to the kitchen.

"Fuck, Al, I know I promised to make lunch later but I'm just so tired I think i'll just sleep the rest of the day. I think quitting is really taking it's toll on me." Max rushed through his words like he always did; maybe his brain was just permanently fried from all the drugs. At least that's what Albert thought. Or maybe even hoped.

Albert looked to his brother with slight anger—and maybe even a little skepticism—in his eyes before his gaze softened and he replied with a sigh, "Yeah, you're fine. But you have to start contributing somehow if i'm gonna let you live here rent free."