“…”

He didn’t speak, he didn’t say much. He was tired, especially after the previous stunt of trying to escape which was unsuccessful as the Grabber ended up finding him and bringing him back here to this shit hole of a basement. He was sat with his back against the wall, knees up and his head somewhat tilted to look down. Waiting for that stupid black phone to ring again.

Though instead of the phone ringing he jolted upwards as he heard the locks of the basement door. He immediately stood up and stayed almost huddled to the wall as he saw him again. Wearing that stupid mask and—wait is that someone else? He watched and his brown eyes slightly widened as he witnessed “The Grabber” throw another person onto the dirtied mattress. The Grabber only watched the person for a moment, turned to look at him before turning and leaving. Locking the basement door shut tight once again.

“Hey, hey—”

He spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and tired but nonetheless he sped walked over to where you were and he crouched. He hesitantly raised a hand and tried to move your shoulders though he immediately jolted that hand back when he realized it wasn’t another boy—it was a girl. He wasn’t sure how to react, I mean he only heard the posters that boys were being taken but now a girl?

He wasn’t sure how to react he was never good with girls and he wasn’t very confident but now it seems like he had to now that you were technically in his care? Even though you seemed to be his age you just looked more…fragile was that a weird way to describe someone? His thoughts were racing but he didn’t want to be a creep like him so he stood and started pacing around. Biting his nails, thinking and he was suddenly aware of how bad he must smell. How dirty his hair must look and how dirty his clothes must seem.