Chapter 8

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˚₊‧꒰ა The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana ໒꒱ ‧₊˚|◁ II ▷|

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˚₊‧꒰ა The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
|◁ II ▷|

✦1976✦

3rd PERSON

         Earlier, most of the kids banged on the door. As a response towards the terrified tone of Y/n before she dropped the call. Y/n already figured it was them before she passed out.

As everyone desperately tried budging the door open, the door swung open. Revealing the grabber. "You kids are so feisty!" He complained, pushing Vance and Robin away from the door and shoved the others. 

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" Vance exclaimed, raising his fists. Ready to beat the shit out of that guy. The grabber proceeded to shove Vance once more. "I know you guys care about my daughter, but it doesn't mean you can go around being pathetic. In other words, try to attack me." Albert chimed, a sick smile widened underneath that mask.

"We heard her cries," Griffin muttered lowly, almost like a whisper. As a move for revenge, the kids all pounced onto the grabber. Successfully making him fall over, but his hand snaked down to his pocket.

Taking out a switch blade and stabbed whoever tugged onto his mask. "You pesky pieces of shit!" He yelled as he repeatedly slashed the area where the kids were on, Griffin backed off as he gained stab wound into his arm. 

Griffin screeched in slight agony, Billy took his only strength and swung at the grabber's face. The Grabber proceeded to keep stabbing to whoever was there.

Vance received a deep stab inside of his shoulder, making his arm go limp. Vance yelled bloody murder before getting off. Vance would try to kick the Grabber's stomach but Robin was in the way. 

The Grabber shoved Robin off successfully and slashed his stomach. Bruce head locked the Grabber and so he struggled to breathe slightly. Albert took this as a chance to drive the knife deeply into Bruce's wrist.

Bruce let go and the kids scurried away or backed off. "You are such a pussy for bringing a knife to a fist fight!" Vance shouted angrily while holding onto the wound on his shoulder. 

Albert scoffed before angrily shutting the door and locking it. He took a deep breath before fixing his clothes and walking up the stairs. 

Everyone that night were wounded in different ways. It's been only a month yet all of this happened. 


Y/n's POV (CHECK-INS) 

TW : SA MENTIONS, PEDOPHILLIA?

           May 5th, 1976 - The Next Day

          A shiver ran down my spine just as I awaken. I tried getting up but these holy bruises made me wince and stay back down. "Fuck." I curse to myself and look down at my legs. Visible bruises scattered across. Out of sheer shock, I lifted my shirt to see even more.

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