A Man of Many Masks || 'The Grabber' x Reader

Panic! In The Basement

TW: this chapter is just a bit heavy when it comes to descriptions of fear/panic

oh and just putting it out there that I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just writing as I go along. ;)

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Your eyes flutter open as you try to ignore the ache in your neck from the uncomfortable sleeping position.

As you remember what happened, you started wishing you hadn't woken up. The fear going through you made you feel dizzy.

Feeling absolutely terrified, you scooted back against the wall, holding your legs close to you. Letting your shock/panic get the best of you, you let out a raw and harsh scream, feeling helpless and scared.

More tears are pouring from your eyes as you bury you face in your arms. Through your uncontrollable sobs and your heart beating incredibly loud, echoing through your ears, you almost can't hear the large door opening from across the room.

Almost.

Your head shoots up towards the door as you scramble to press yourself further into the wall. As you stare at the tall figure in the doorway you can make out through your still twisted vision that he's holding a tray with a bottle and a plate, although you weren't able to see what was on the plate. Something that also caught your attention was the mask he was wearing. During your first interaction in the basement you could've sworn that the mask he was wearing didn't have a mouth, but this one did. The mouth was in a permanent tooth grin.

When he saw you (or maybe saw how scared you were of him), he visibly tensed, and his hands fidgeted with the side of the tray he was holding. "Don't be scared." His voice sounded almost... worried? Frightened? "I'm not going to hurt you... I...I brought you food." He took a hesitant step forward, and you instinctively tried to move away, with no luck due to the wall behind you.He quickly looked to the plate, then you, before glancing quite nervously around the basement. Like when you're home alone watching a scary movie and you here a noise in the room."Here- I'll just put the tray on the ground, I won't get any closer." He did as he said, he slowly crouched down and placed the tray onto the cold cement floor without ever breaking eye contact with you.He rose back to his feet and took a step back, his hands fidgeting at his sides."Well... I have to go upstairs for a while. I'll try to visit you whenever I can."

He timidly turned to leave, before you stopped him with, "Wait-" Your voice was small and cracking.

He quickly turned back to face you. "Yes?"

"Why..?" That was all you could manage to get out. A million questions raced through your head begging to be answered, and out of all of them you believed the simplest question to have the most importance. Why would anyone do any of this? Why pick you? Why would he be borderline kind when he fucking kidnapped you?

He took a second to think, maybe about what exactly you meant by "why", or maybe because he just couldn't think of an answer. "I get lonely." He said it in an almost pitiful way. The next thing he said, however, had been spoken with almost a growl, "I get bored."

And with that, he left. Going back upstairs and leaving you alone. But you noticed something-

He didn't lock the door.

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Word Count: 571

Hello! I hope you all are enjoying the book, sorry this chapter took so long but I had some stuff to do irl. Also, high-five to anyone who got the Panic! At The Disco reference ✋

-Bowie <3