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It had been a while since Vance was kidnapped, many people felt relief while some; a very small some, where actually left sad and worried. On this particular day it was after Bruce's baseball and the standoff between him and finn. Bruce was biking home happy having won the game unbeknownst to him he was being watched.
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Vance was in the basement, only sound that was heard bouncing off the cold cemented tall walls is his labored breathing. during his 'stay' at the Grabbers he had been continuously beaten for always trying to fight back. Can you blame him? if he had to choose between letting that sick fuck do whatever he wanted to him or put up a fight he would ALWAYS fight back. It was who he was.
He was mindlessly staring at the numbers on the wall, there really wasn't any type of entertainment in the basement so stating at the wall was the least he could do.
suddenly the lights turn on, Vance stands up with a threatening stance ready to fight if the Grabber tries anything. but no, he walks in carrying THE Bruce Yamada, the fucking baseball handsome prodigy. Or at least thats what hes heard at arcanes when girls went there to just gossip and stand around keeping up space.
He watches as the Grabber walks over and throws him on the bed. "I though you only kidnapped one fucking kid at a time." voice weavering but still strong.
"ha well i've gotten...a little idea for a... change of pace" he says creepily smiling at the still passed out Bruce. Immediately he feels grossed out and pity for Bruce.
The grabber without saying another word leaves the room closing the door behind him. Vance finally being able to loosen up and catch a breath sits down on the top corner of the bed not feeling the need to move the knocked out boy out of the way, and again goes back to staring into the wall, only noises that could be heard being his own and Bruce's breathing.
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Bruce wakes up, still dazed and not in his right mind he leans into the warmness feels next to his face. He feels whatever it is shift away, causing him to reach out for it stilled closed eyed. When he does end up reaching it thought he only maintains contact for one second before the bed shifts and whatever was next to him is now completely off walking the opposite side. He moves around in the very uncomfortable bed...wait a minute, uncomfortable? His bed is by far the coziest bed he's ever had...this isn't his bed. He finally opens his eyes still a bit dazed but coming to his senses, he stares at the cemented walls for a minute before he begins to panic. 'How did he get home? is he even home? this isn't home. His breath starts picking up pace in full terror he hurriedly sits up and looks around. Where even is he?
He sees a shadow far back leaning against the wall, instinctively Bruce backs up in complete horror at this point keeping his eyes on the person hidden in the shadows.
"finally awake Mr Prodigy? took you fucking forever." Vance says finally walking out of the shadows holding eye contact with Bruce
"Vance...You, Your alive!" Brance says the previous horror washing away and now relieved to know he's atleast not alone in this place; wherever he is.
"Whats it matter to you? stop gawking and instead start fucking preparing for when he comes down and sees your awake." Vance says walking to the empty bed laying down and turning on his side the opposite way from where Bruce is standing
"what do you mean? who?"
and right on cue the light turns on, Vance pissed off he has to stand right after laying down, and Bruce absolutely terrified, he can tell being scared is going to be a regular occurance.
The door opens and in comes the Grabber wearing a happy mask.