"𝓜𝓘𝓡𝓐𝓒𝓛𝓔 𝓒𝓗𝓘𝓛𝓓" TBP X Reader.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ REALIZATION. ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

    These photos must've been how the Grabber looked, when he was younger. But....

    Why does he look kinda familiar??

    Pointing the light towards the very last picture frame, my heart freezes.

    No. Way.

    Gasping out loud, I drop my toy rocket.

    "Hey!! You alright?!" Ignoring Max, I look down. Breathing heavily.

    My mind was racing, rapidly! Everything. Spinning around me.

    It can't be....IT CAN'T!

    The last frame, it was the Grabber and....

    Me.

    Dad and I.

    It was me when I was younger. Dad, holding me in his arms. While I was holding up a little yellow flower.

    My smile, being so bright.

    My eyes, being filled with so much life.

    Looking towards the living room, I shake my head.

    There's no way. No way that the Grabber is my....father. My dad.

    "My gosh." I managed to say.

    Wait.

    If the Grabber is my dad, does that mean....that Max is my uncle?

    Walking back to the living room, Max look's at me.

    "No answer, again- Hey, you alright?" Max asks, concerned.

    "You....

    You're my....uncle." I say,

    Max stares at me, wide-eyed.

    "The last picture frame from the hallway, right?" Max says,

    "Y-ya. It was....me. It was me, when I was younger...."

    "I knew it! I KNEW IT!! When I saw the frame, I knew the girl looked familiar!"

    Frowning now, he say's

    "I remember going to visit your guy's place, noticing that you were no longer there. My brother told me that....you were dead."

    My eyes widen,

    "W-wait. What about my....mom? Did she get told that, too?" Max nods.

    "Ya. She lives kind've far away, from here. But, she still thinks that you're alive."

ROBIN UNCLE POV:
    Making it to the shop, I enter.

    Going to buy some suppliers, for my truck.

    After looking, I finally found what I needed to get.

    Grabbing the stuff, I put it in my basket.

    Feeling a light tap on my shoulder, I look up.

    It's him, again. The man that was in the van, that one night.

    He just stood there, staring at me.

    Confused, I speak up

    "May I help you?" I ask, looking him up and down.

    "Oh, yes. Just wanted to say excuse me. I need to grab that." He say's, pointing.

    Looking, I raise my brows

    He needs an axe??

    "Oh. Sure. Uh, here." I say, passing the axe to him.

    Suddenly, I hear police sirens coming from outside.

    Looking towards the window, I see a bunch of cop cars zoom by. Ambulance, as well.

    "What do you think that's about?" The man asks.

    Looking at him, I say

    "Hm....I think it involves the missing girl. I think....they found her." Suddenly, I get pushed towards the shelve.

    Grunting, I yell

    "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!"

    Getting no response, the man leaves in a hurry.

    What's wrong with him.

   Y/N POV:
    "I can't believe it...." I whisper, processing everything.

    "Ya, I know. Hey! Uh, I think my brother is about to come home any minute now. I think you need to go, now. And go see your siblings." Max says,

    "Right. I better get going."

    Moving aside, I walk passed Max.

    Right when I was about to open the door, my toy rocket falls out of my pocket.

    Oh!

    Kneeling down, I pick it up.

    Letting out a little laugh, I say

    "Y'know, my brother has the same toy rocket as me." Smiling, staring at the toy.

    "Really??" I nod,

    "Yup! We both like rocket ships, a lot." I reply, getting up.

    "Well, I better get going now. Thanks for helping out. For everything." I say, putting my toy rocket back in my pants pocket.

    I, being completely unaware that Max was right behind me....holding up the same knife that I used against his brother.

    Pointing it, towards my back.

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