Idiot || robin arellano

12. Planning

I can hear moving. I open my eyes carefully. I see Robin pacing around.
"Robin?" I ask.

"Okay good, you're up." He says.
"Yeah." I say sitting up.
"Okay, so I'm thinking what if we wait until he comes down and just attack him?" He suggests.
"That could work, but Robin we don't know when he'll come back down." I say.
"Shit, you're right." He says.

He moves over and sits next to me. I lay my head on his shoulder. The phone starts ringing. I sit up.
"It's ringing?" He asks and I nod. I walk over to the phone and pick it up.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello? That's what you say?" The guy yells. Robin looks at me curiously.
"What am I supposed to say?" I ask back.
"I don't know, do you want to get out or not?" He yells.
"Are you really asking that? Of course we want to get out." I spit back.
"Well todays the day motherfucker!"

"How do we do that?"
"Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?"
"We've tried everything."
"No, not everything. When the grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me too."
"What did you do?" I ask.
"Oh that fucker had to spend a fortune to repair all the damages."
"What did you do?" I ask getting impatient.
"I'm getting to that cunt wad! Or do you have some other important shit you have to do right now?"
"Maybe the fact that we only have so long until he comes down here." I yell. Robins now standing next to me.

"There's an outlet in the shitter across from the john."
"What's he saying?" Robin asks.
"There's an outlet by the toilet." I say.
"Yeah, I've seen it." He says.
"On the other side of the wall there's a storage room. You can't get into that room, because there's a big ass upright freezer in the way." He says. I repeat it to Robin.
"Okay."
"Break into the wall about two feet above the outlet, till you get to a panel with screws in it. Get the panel off you're into the freezer." I tell Robin what he said.
"And then out into the storage room." Robin says nodding.
"Okay, thank you." I say quickly to the guy.
"For what?"
"For helping us." I say almost like a question.
"Helping you? This isn't abt you. Fuck him!" He yells so loud that I drop the phone and start backing away as far as I can.

I hit the wall and Robin looks at me confused. The bottles start shaking before flying to me. I quickly cover my head and duck.

"Y/n!" Robin yells. There's a silence and I feel Robin lift me up.
"Holy shit." I mutter.
"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me carefully. I nod.
"Let's get the fuck outta here." I say. He nods.

We get to the wall and start breaking at it with whatever we can get off the toilet.

I'm so tired and my arms hurt.

We eventually finish off the square and there's a tile that we have to unscrew.
"Look for something." Robin says to me. I nod while walking to the toilet. There's a small metal piece. I break it off and hand it to Robin.

He unscrews the tile and throws it to the side. I look inside and see piles of meat.
"If we can get it open we're outta here." I laugh.
"Then let's get out." Robin says smiling up at me.

We both climb in and start pushing and hitting. It's not budging.
"Let me try." Robin says. I get out and watch as he starts kicking the door. It's still not moving.

"Fuck." I mutter as he climbs back out. I walk towards the mattress and sit down. "We're going to fucking die in here." I say.
"Shut up. No we're not." Robin says putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Robin, we've tried everything."
"Not everything." Robin says lifting his fist.
"So what? We're gonna beat him to death?"
"Sure. There's two of us."
"He has weapons. We don't stand a chance."
"Then let's make one."

I look around the room and my eyes land on the phone.

I get up and walk over to it.
"This work?" I ask.
"We're gonna have to pack it up real tight."
"We're surrounded by dirt."
"Pack that shit up!" Robin yells jumping up.

(A.n: i'm so sorry for the wait, i'm ngl i lowkey forgot abt this story but it's okay cause i'm here. if i don't update the next chapter in a couple days feel free to yell at me, it's the only way i get things done!!