Friendship bracelets ||| Bruce Yamada x reader

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HI GUYS!!!! Sorry that it's been so long!! I've been busy with real life. Ngl guys I kinda forgot the plot so if the POV changes just ignore that.
Angst warning! Cursing Warning!
Also thanks for 1K reads!!
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     I sighed once Gwen went to sleep. The plan was to go and rescue Bruce's dumb ass before she woke up. I really didn't know what I was doing. I looked at how peaceful Gwen was when she slept. I almost felt like her older sister. My hand fell to rub her head before I kissed her forehead. I stood up and walked to my desk.
     My bag was packed. I had grabbed some rope, a flashlight, and a knife for protection. There was just one last thing I had to do before leaving. I grabbed a pen and wrote a note for Gwen. Just in case.
     It read: "Hi Gwen. You should be asleep while Im on my mission. This is just in case you wake up. Im going to rescue Bruce. I will bring him back as quickly as possible."
     I read over the note and decided it was good enough. I snuck out my window once again and made my way back to the house where I saw Bruce. Upon arrival, I noticed the lights were on. This meant I had to work quickly.
     I ran to the little window of the basement and made sure to keep myself hidden. I looked down and noticed Bruce lying on the mattress. He seemed asleep. I removed the metal bars carefully and went down into the basement. Probably my worst decision yet.
      "Bruce..? Bruce are you there..? Come on. Answer me." My voice was a hoarse whisper. Bruce did not answer. I ran to him on the mattress and shook him. His body didn't respond. He was completely limp. I rolled him over and looked him in the eyes. His eyes were rolled back like he was suffocated.
       I stepped back. My breathing increased. I looked around the room and that's when I noticed him. The Grabber had been silently watching the entire time.
       "What a shame. I planned on letting him last a few more days. You just had to ruin it. You caused this Y/n, isn't it? You caused his early demise." The Grabber's voice was slightly muffled from the mask. His voice still sounded sinister.
      "What the hell?! You're sick..! Why are you doing this..?"
       The sick man stood from his chair. He wore all black with his dumbass mask. He approached me slowly. He walked with a limp and held one of his arms. Definitely Bruce's doing. He seemed to have been beat up pretty badly. I wonder what kind of demonic power he used to over come Bruce.
     "Why..? Hm. Thats a fair question. Why? Why do we do anything we choose to do in life? Desires? Needs? Entertainment?" I could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke. "Maybe all three."
      He stopped a few inches away from me. I noticed something shiny in his hand. A gun? No. He wasn't stupid enough to use such a loud weapon. It was a machete. I looked down and back at him. I assessed my situation quickly. My body moved quickly. I lunged for the hand that held the machete.
     The whole scene moved so quickly. I couldn't see what all happened. I just know that my arm felt a mixture of warm and cold. Then I felt it in my legs. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground looking up at the sick man.
      I could only think about one thing, how I let down Gwen. Tears filled my eyes as the machete was held high above my head.
      "Gwen, Im so sorry."