鈴ね熗熗炌炩槅 Wanna See A Magic Trick? 鈴ね熗熗炌炩槅

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{ CHAPTER FOURTY-TWO. }

WANNA SEE A MAGIC TRICK?

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Y/N POV:
    Walking even closer towards the van, my breathing starts to slow down.

    It's him. It has to be him. It's the Grabber. I got him.

    My plan worked. It worked....!

    Suddenly, I stopped walking. Contemplating whether it is a good idea to continue walking towards this direction or not.

    This right here, is dangerous.

    That's literally the Grabber! The child kidnapper.

     I thought I could do it. Confront him. I thought I was brave enough for this, but I'm not. I'm starting to feel scared.

    I should just take another route to go back home. Finney did specifically say to head straight home.

    "I need to get out of here," I whisper to myself, panicked.

    Looking ahead, I see the Grabber walk out of the van. Holding a bag of groceries.

    Stumbling, the groceries end up falling out of the bag.

    He falls, groaning in pain.

    Shaking my head, I ignore the scene.

    Nope. Stranger danger.

    I'll cross the road, go to the other sidewalk, then continue walking back home.

    About to cross, I feel a hand land on my shoulder.

    Getting the chills, I freeze. Not being able to move.

    Slowly, I look up to the side.

    There he was, staring down at me with a big grin.

    Gulping, I say

    "May I help you?" He nod's,

    "Yes. Do you mind helping me pick up my groceries, please? Clumsy me ended up dropping them," He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

    "Sorry, I can't. I have to get back home," I reply, getting ready to cross.

    He then firmly grabs my arm, surprising me.

    "THE HELL??" I yell, starting to get scared.

    "Sorry, heheh. Please, help. I can't clean it up all on my own," The Grabber say's. Gulping, I nod.

    I have no choice.

    "Alright." Nodding, he slowly lets go of my hand.

    "Thank you! Come!" He say's, leading me to the mess.

    Kneeling down, I start to help him clean the mess.

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