have we met? || brance

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Vance Hopper had gone missing.. wait, for how long? A day, a week, a month? Hell, he didn't know.

It's not like anyone cared, he bet they celebrated his disappearance, he bet it was a lot more better with him gone. He was a problem child, he knew, his father reminded him daily, that was before the old man died, not that Vance gave a fuck about him, he just remembers.. that's all.

Well here was Vance, laying on the dirty mattress, barely even breathing. His nose was numb, his stomach ached in pain, his head was spinning like hell.

He had sadly played his part, and now it was the end for him. He waited for The Grabber, I guess you could say he had given up. He had to endure days of torment, abuse, starvation.. he couldn't care less if he had died right now.

ringggg..

Vance layed there, unable to tell if it was his mind playing tricks on him or if a phone was actually ringing. Whatever, it's not like he could call or anything. The phone was–

ringgggggggg..

...it was close. Vance's eyes shot at the direction of the only phone in that room, and sure enough.. it was ringing. Immediately, Vance got up.

Forget the pain in his body, the phone was ringing. He didn't know why he got up, and walked over to the phone, was it hope? Was it desperation? For what, someone to save him?

That'd be pathetic for “The Beast of Pinball” to think of, but it was.

ringggggggggggggggg–

Vance picked up the phone, putting it to his ear as he let out a weak, “What.”

‘...........’

Vance waited, glaring holes into the wall as he realized a minute had gone by, just as soon as was about to pull away, he heard static, “What... Who's there. Who the fuck is this.”

Vance coughed, but listened. It was like listening to a messed up radio.

‘What.’

The voice was sharp, and a bit hoarse. But that didn't matter to Vance right now, he knew that voice.

“Bruce? Bruce Yamada?” Vance didn't even need to ask, he knew that voice by heart, so why did he.

‘Yeah... Bruce. I.... I'm Bruce.’

“Bruce.. Bruce where the fuck are you, please tell me you're okay,” Suddenly the other went silent, so silent Vance could hear his head throbbing repeatedly, “Bruce? Bruce answer me!”

‘Sorry..... have we met?’

Vance silenced, holding onto the phone, staring blankly at the wall.

‘I'm Bruce. You?’

Vance chuckled, he was confused and at loss for words. He gripped tightly onto the phone, tears forming in his eyes, but he held back, “Vance..... Vance Hopper.”

Then the door clicked open.