#bobby gray

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Part One

It took three days for you to wake and when you did, you wish you hadn’t. Thin, curved, concrete walls were your only guide in the narrow tunnel. You couldn’t see a single thing as there was no light, but you could definitely still smell - the air was sticky, warm and foul in a way that made your lungs try to repel every inhalation.

Fear loomed behind you like a shadow but you were too disorientated to acknowledge it at the time, focusing entirely on not falling face first into what you were beginning to suspect was grey water.

“This is so wrong.” You muttered, instantly regretting the choice when the sound travelled at a speed that terrified you down the tunnel and around a corner hiding in the dark.

You froze and stood there for minutes, waiting for the echo of your voice to settle before finally willing yourself to move again. That same looming fear was breathing down your neck, parting your damp hair.

Literally.

You froze again when you actually felt it, the ice-cold air travel down your scalp and neck from somewhere so specific right above your head. Tears welled in your eyes and you began to tremble as a massive, gloved hand caressed your shoulder - it willed you without process to whip around and face whoever or whatever was in the dark with you.

The astonishment you felt when Bobby held a lighter close to your face, his own being bathed in the light. “Oh my god!” You whimpered, throwing your arms around the man without even thinking, temporarily overwhelmed just by seeing a familiar face,

Until the fog clouding your memory of the night at the carnival slowly started to drift away and you could recall it clearly, see it for what it was. By the time the dread settled in you, Robert had already wrapped his long arms around you, pulling you tight against his tall self.

You began to struggle and it only intensified when you were plunged back into black again and were rendered blind and immobile. “Please - ”

“Please don’t hurt me, oh please let me go.” The man mocked and your stomach tightened with fright, his voice twisting and changing in the same way his face had when he attacked you. 

Your eyes clenched shut and you braced for death when you felt that cold breath on your face, the smell of rot assaulting your senses and leaving you speechless. Your brain refused to actually process what was happening as real and as a result, you were left hanging like a limp noodle with this fucking thing ran it’s vile tongue across your jaw, slithering like a worm up to your ear where it settled, dancing playfully.

“Please. I don’t deserve this!” You begged, your full weight being supported by Robert’s antagonistic hold. “You do deserve this, Y/N.”

You stilled, hair raising and skin bumping in terror. You could only mutter one question while the man pulled back, arms releasing you like an anaconda uninterested in it’s current prey.

“But why?”

Silence, until a completely separate voice answered, making your mind flare up in absolute horror and forcing you to turn and run.