A/n-One month without updating will be a rare occurrence I'm sorry☠️

"Hello?.....Bruce?..... billy I mea- paper boy??"

*click*

I stare off into the darkness confused, I slowly put the phone to my side and let out a sigh as I hang the phone back on the receiver. I walk to the plate the grabber had thrown and started to pick up the food, I have no clue why I even picked it up. I wasn't hungry. I had lost my appetite.

As I lay on the bed I felt watched, I looked at the phone then sat up and looked around the room. I felt around my Jean pockets for something, anything. I slid my hand out holding some lighter, I brought it close to my face to examine it. Vance's lighter. I flipped it and it lit up a small area. I wish I checked my pockets earlier. I get up and walk around with it to illuminate parts of the basement.

*drip, drip, drip*

I slowly bring the lighter down to see what was dripping, I jump to see some kid hanging in mid-air with his stomach facing the ceiling. My heart beats out of my chest as I see him turn around and I get a glimpse of his face, it's all bloody and his skin is all pale. He slowly lifts his arm to point toward the phone. I click the lighter off and stand up walking towards the phone. Slowly.

"Hello?" Turning back to see the boy, I see he disappeared out of thin air. "Hello?" I repeat. "Hello??" I repeat fed up, "you don't have much time," the boy says. "The grabber hasn't been sleeping, he thinks this might be it..that.. he's going figure it out". "Who's gonna figure it out?" I say confused, "his brother upstairs-hehehHAHAHAHAH". "Are you griffin?" "Who?" He says. "Griffin, griffin Stagg" I reply. "Probably. It's all a little hazy, but I imagine you know all our names". "Of course I do, everyone does...we weren't friends," I say back sounding a little harsh. "Nobody was..I had none, you spend so many years invisible, and then every kid in the state knows your name". He replies empty. "You don't have much time". Griffin says again. "Why hasn't he killed me?" I droned back. "You won't play the game, you have to play the game. if you don't play, he can't win". "What game" I question. "Naughty boy, if you don't play naughty boy, the grabber can't beat you...and if he can't beat you, he can't move on to the next part...and the next part of naughty boy is his favorite part". He responds, sounding like he had a smirk on his face. "What's the next part?" I stutter back. "HAHAHAAHH, you don't have much time". He retorts back. "You said that" I reply to his ongoing catchphrase. "He's not been sleeping," griffin says again. "You said that too," I say back. "Yeah, well, he is now.. in his chair..he passed out waiting for you to play". "Well what good does that do me??" I replied looking up to the ceiling and sighing.