'Who has the face like smarty does?
Who has the voice like smarty does?
Who has the choice like smarty does?
Nobody'
𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁•𝘆
/'smärdē/
𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯
𝟣．𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 • 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟
a know-it-all or a smart aleck.
"𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸...
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A FEW SECONDS LATER the door finally opened and Erin saw Felix in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt.
Wasting no time Erin hugged Felix and started crying again. Felix hugged her back with no hesitation and no questions asked.
Felix then got concerned when the small crying soon turned into sobbing he slowly pulled away and looked at her with concern filled in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Felix asked.
Erin tried to catch her breath and managed to say "it happened again" which only made Felix confused.
"What. What happened again?" he asked.
Erin didn't say anything and looked down as tears continue to fall down her face. Felix grabbed the girl's chin and lifted her head "look at me," he said, "I can not help you if I don't know what's going on."
The girl started crying more "Bruce- he's missing" she managed to say.
Felix's face fell and pulled Erin into another hug. He held onto her tighter this time as if his life depended on it.
🝮
Bruce woke up in confusion, his throat burned and his vision was blurred. Once his vision cleared up a bit he noticed that he was on a stripped springy mattress and in a gray room.
Cracks covered the walls, and the floors were a black and white checkered pattern.
He soon was able to process where he was and what happened, after realizing that he has been kidnapped he started panicking.
He frantically looked around to see if he could find anything but there was nothing, only a small window that was high off the ground, and a phone.
Bruce's eyes widen as he saw the phone. Without thinking he got off the mattress and ran to it. "What kind of kidnapper leaves their victims with a working phone?" he said to himself.
When he was about to grab it a voice startled him "a very dumb one" the voice said.
The boy jumped and quickly turned around seeing a guy in a mask with horns. "The phone doesn't work," he said.
Bruce looked down at the wire only to see that it had been cut. He then looked back at the man only to realize that he was the Grabber.
The same person that killed his best friend.
"What do you want?" Bruce asked.
"Nothing," the man said "I just needed new friends."
"Bullshit."
Bruce could see the man under the mask but he just knew he has a fake pout on his face "what makes you say that?" He asked innocently.
"You killed one of my best friends," he said.
"No, I didn't," the Grabber said rather quickly.
"You're lying," Bruce said.
"I don't even know who your best friend is," the Grabber said.
Bruce gulped before speaking "the paperboy," he said.
He heard the Grabber sigh as he looks down "poor boy, God rest his soul" he said.
This made Bruce's heart drop since the Grabber admitted that Billy was dead. "You killed him. I know you did."
"What if I did?" the older man said "he was all bitchy and whiny about this one girl, what was her name?" the name snapped his fingers as he thought "Ernie- no, Erin. Was that his little girlfriend or something?"
Bruce kept his mouth shut since he didn't want to say who Erin was for her safety.
"Not speaking now, are we?" the Grabber asked, "well, doesn't matter, I'll figure out who she is eventually."
The Grabber walked away, closing the dark metal door behind him and Bruce watched, he knew that the Grabber wasn't gonna do anything to Erin but that didn't stop him from getting worried and concerned for the girl.
Bruce looked back down at the wire, if only he could call Erin and apologize for not believing her and for spying on her.
He still loved her, more than a friend type way. But sadly Felix had won, he wasn't surprised. Felix was a casanova.
He just wanted to see Erin again, he wanted to be with Erin and Billy. Bruce's eyes started to burn from tears as he tried to accept the fact that his best friend was and that he was in the same room where he had died.
He was scared for Erin like really scared, anxiety filled his body as the room suddenly felt cold. He swore he could feel a hand on his shoulder but when he turned, there was no one.
Bruce then saw a little hallway, he began to walk toward the little room.
The room was dark so he tried to find the switch. The light turned only to make Bruce disappointed. There was only a toilet and rugs, no toilet paper or anything else.
Bruce turned the light back off and made his way back to the springy mattress hoping to sleep the time away.
Before he knew it he was on the ground, like something had tripped him. He looked at where he tripped and saw nothing, he got a closer look and saw that the tile was loose.
He carefully lifted it and once the whole tile came off he looked at the door and then back at the tile with an idea on his mind.
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Short chapter, I know. But I promise the next chapter is going to be a long one.
