SMARTY ; b. yamada ( DISCONTINUED )

-20|❣️. 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗜 𝗗𝗢?

ＷＨＡＴ ＷＯＵＬＤ Ｉ ＤＯ!

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BLAIR STILL STOOD BEHIND THE COUNTER anxiously waiting for Erin to come back. She would look at the clock every minute watching the time pass by with no sign of the girl.

Every time the bell from the door would ring she would always look up hoping to see Erin standing there but it was never her, it was always a rude, snobby, cokeheaded customer.

The bells rang again, Blair looked at the door only to see two men in suits start making their way over to the counter. Blair gulped as the two men walked closer.

"Good evening gentleman," Blair greeted with a fake smile.

"Good evening, I'm Detective Miller and that's Detective Wright. We were hoping to speak to Erin Showalter, is she here by any chance?"

Blair could feel her hands start to sweat as anxiety filled her body "um-" she gulped "E-Erin is not here" she said in a shaky voice.

The two Detectives looked at each other and then at the girl "do you happen to know where she is?" Detective Wright asked.

Blair shook her head, the Detectives didn't believe the girl "you look nervous, you know where she is" Detective Miller said lowly.

"W-well I... don't know where... she is exactly," Blair said as she started fidgeting with her hands "all I know is that she went out to help a customer with their car a few hours ago and she never came back."

She watched as one of them frowned "when did she disappear?" Detective Miller asked.

"I don't know, like around noon maybe."

Blair anxiously watched the two men look at each other once again and nod "alright, well if you end up seeing here..." Detective Wright started as he took out a paper card from his pocket from his blazer and hand it to the girl "call us."

Blair hesitantly took the card and looked at it, she nodded. The two men started walking away and Blair let out a sigh that she didn't know she had.

She then looked at Bruce's missing poster that was posted up on the bulletin board that was on the wall a few inches above her head.

"Fuck..."

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Bruce and Erin looked at each other and then at the Grabber. Bruce slightly reached for Erin's wrist and pull her behind him.

"What were you two talking about?" the Grabber asked.

"It's none of your business," Bruce said.

"Well, you said my name so it is sort of my business," the man said.

The two couldn't see the man's face behind the mask but they both knew that he was smiling and smirking. The two teens then heard the man giggle at how Bruce stood protectively in front of Erin.

"That's cute, trying to protect your little girlfriend," Bruce gulped and looked at Erin and then at the Grabber "don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to her, only if..." he paused as he started pacing around the room.

"...if one of you tell me what you guys were talking about."

Bruce could feel Erin tense up, he and Erin slowly started to back up as the Grabber stayed put.

"Oh, come on-"

"We're not telling you shit," Bruce said.

The Grabber tilted his head "how come? Do you not trust me?"

"How can we trust you?" Bruce said angrily "you're just some sick psychopath who doesn't have a life and you're asking us if we trust you? No, we don't, you killed my best friend, you killed her twin brother. Do you know how much stuff we had to deal with because of you?" Bruce started walking closer to the Grabber.

"Bruce-" Erin said softly as she tried to stop Bruce from walking any closer knowing something bad would happen.

"No, Erin- he ruined our life, and now he's making it worse."

"Step any closer and you'll end up just as worse as your little buddy did" the man warned.

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Erin was nowhere to be found, the detectives looked in almost house in the neighborhood trying to find the girl. They then declared that she was missing.

Having to break the news to her mother was the hardest thing to ever do. The woman sat on the couch of her living room sobbing in her husband's arms, every breath she took felt like someone was poking her heart with needles.

Her husband sat there in shock but still tried his best to comfort his wife.

"If you want were can make posters, and maybe tell the Yamada family too as it seems like you guys are very close" Detective Miller suggests.

The woman nodded as she got up slowly and made her way over to her bedroom to look for a photo of Erin. Once she found a smaller version of her school picture she made her way back to the living room handing the photo to Detective Wright.

The man gently took it and looked at it "alright, we'll make copies of the poster and send a search party for her, even question some neighbors while we're at it."

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"Do it," Bruce said as he stepped closer with no hesitation.

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Bruce is on the ground. Erin flinched and assumed that the Grabber punched Bruce since she saw blood coming out of his nose and the Grabber shook his hand from the pain.

She looked at Bruce who was looking at the blood on his fingers then at the Grabber, he pointed a finger at the girl "the same goes for you okay?"

With that, the Grabber made his way out of the basement and Erin rushed over to Bruce "are you okay?" she asked grabbing the side of his face so she could take a look at it.

"I'm fine, hurts a bit though," Bruce said getting up from the ground. The two stood up and made eye contact with each other.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Erin broke eye contact and looked back at his nose "don't ever do that again, it could end up worse."

Bruce rolled his eyes "Erin, he was bluffing, he had no weapons on him. What was he gonna do? Beat me to death, especially with you in here?"

"I'm just saying if you continue doing this it could go worse," Erin said, "so, how do we play his little game?"

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