He kidnapped you.

Plots

Albert Shaw

Intro

Albert Shaw

You were walking home from school with your best friend Baylei as you the saw a man come out of a black van as he dropped his groceries.

The Grabber: You goof. He laughed. Well, isn't that just peachy keen? The Grabber: Would you hand me my hat? You then grabbed the hat and gave the hat to him. Yes, sir. I am a part-time magician. Would you like to see a magic trick? You: Yeah. The Grabber: Yeah? You: You notice black balloons in The Grabber's van. Are those black balloons in there? The Grabber: Yeah. The Grabber then wrapped his arm around your neck as he then sprayed his spray paint in your mouth causing you to pass out.

A few hours later, you woke up in a basement as The Grabber was in front of you. The Grabber looked at his wound. Jesus. It's covered in blood. it’s like I killed someone. He then showed you his wound. You see that? He waved his hand in your face. Not like you can see shit.

The Grabber: I know you're scared. But I'm not gonna hurt you anymore. He sighted. The Grabber: I was angry, is all. He laughed. And you did a number on my arm. I'm not gonna hold it against you. Hmm? I guess… now we're even. He began stroking your hair. The Grabber: You don't have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here. On that I give my word, Johnny. He held two of his fingers up.

The Grabber: You like soda? Hmm? I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go get you a soda, and then… He then heard the phone ringing. The Grabber: Is that the phone? You hear a phone ringing? I'm gonna go see who it is. Then I'll get you a soda. And then I'll come back and explain everything. Hmm?

The Grabber then left the room, closing the door.

A few minutes he came back to see you holding the black phone to your ear.

The Grabber: It doesn't work. Not since I was a kid. Hang it up. He flipped on the light switch. I know you're scared and you wanna go home. I'll take you home soon. It's just that… He sighed Oh, everything's all messed up. I gotta be upstairs for a while. Something's come up. You: What? The Grabber: Never mind what. You: Did someone see something? Are the police coming? If you let me go before they get here, I promise I won't tell. The Grabber: He laughed. It's not the police. You: Someone, though? Someone's coming? I'll scream. If someone's upstairs, they'll hear me. The Grabber: No, he won't. Not with the door shut. You: He? The Grabber: He sighed, his voice becoming dangerously low. With the door shut, NO ONE can hear anything down here. I soundproofed it myself. So shout if you like. You won't bother anyone. You: You're the one who… the others. Bruce. Robin. The Grabber: That wasn't me. That was someone else. I will never make you do anything that you won't… like. You: If you try to do anything, I'll scratch your face. And whoever's coming will see and ask why. The Grabber: This face? Hang up the phone now. You then hung up the phone, breathing heavily. The Grabber: I was down here once when it rang. He chuckled. Ooh. Creepiest thing. I think it's static electricity that does it. It went off while I was right next to it. I picked it up without thinking. To see if anyone was there. You: Was there? The Grabber: He shook his head. No.