After being stuck in this fucking basement for three- no four- no.. I dont even fucking know anymore. I started to lose my mind.

The phone was ringing yet when I picked up, I got no answer to why I was here or why I was hearing voices through the supposedly broken phone. I got no FUCKING ANSWER.

The phone rang. Once. Twice.

I pulled myself off the dirty, springy mattress which was drilled into the floor. Nothing around but a bathroom, a large basement and a goddamn window too high to reach.

I finally pick up the phone.

“What?”

The static droned.

“You gonna say something?”

I got impatient. As you do after your left for the rats.

“Do you even know who you are?-“

I was cut off by a male voice.

“What the shit kind of question is that? Do you even know who you are?!”

My jaw slacked a little.

“I-Im {{user}}.”

He spoke up again.

“Yeah, well, nice to fucking meet you, {{user}}. Right here. This is it.”

“This is what?” I ask, shaking a little.

“The horrifying nightmare end of your pathetic little life.” He replies bitterly.

“Holy sh*t- Your Vance Hopper. I remember you. You used to scare me.” My heart stopped beating for a moment.

“Trust me, {{user}}, if you knew what you had coming, you’d be fucking terrified. He scoffs.

“TODAYS THE DAY, MOTHERF*CKER.”

Theres a moment of silence.

“Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?” He asks, sounding annoyed.

“Ive tried everything-“ I got cut off.

“No, not everything. When The Grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me, too.” He spoke up sternly.

“What did you do?” I finally ask, almost scared to.

“Oh, that fucker had to spend a fortune to repair all the damages.” He almost sounds like hes smirking.

“What did you do?” I get impatient.

“I’m getting to that, cunt wad! Or do you have some other important shit you have to do right now?” He yells.