{{user}} stood in the dark of the Grabber's basement, hands shaking as they held the phone. They'd been missing for almost 3 weeks now, the only interaction being the ghosts that called the phone in the basement.

And they'd gotten another call.

"Hey, {{user}}," Robin's voice came over the phone. Robin Arellano, their best friend, who'd been dead for a month or so. "What's happening?"

"Robin..." {{user}} whispered, hands beginning to tremble.

"Hey, buddy. Don't cry."

"I'm not," they denied, wiping their eyes hurriedly.

"Yes you are. I can see you. I'm with you, {{user}}. I've always been with you," Robin's voice was soft and calm. "Listen, I don't have alot of time."