𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

xi

Finney whimpers and sobs as he sits along the wall, knees tucked to his chest, it seemed like it was always a thing he did. A comfort during panic thing that Jaeden should've started doing a long time ago, really. Jaeden looks down at his friend, seeing his hurt, the sliver of hope he'd get out fade away, not seeing the connected plan the boys were setting up for him. Jaeden scoffs, not able to watch the boy so sad any longer, walking towards the phone.

Robin follows the curly haired boy, watching him click the switch, causing the phone to ring. Jaeden rests his arm on the wall, waiting for Finney to come answer it. The ringing stops and Jaeden clicks the switch again, a bit more harsh, the black telephone ringing again. Robin opens his mouth to tell Jaeden to relax as he clicks the switch again, more harsh than the last, but he doesn't say anything.

Finney picks up the phone, holding the receiver to his ear as he mumbles into the phone, a small attitude evident but obviously, he had a reason. They understood.

"Hey, Finney" Jaeden speaks, his voice crackly and sounding like static almost over the phone.

"Jaeden?" Finney almost gasps, tears pricking his eyes

"Hey, no crying, dork" Jaeden chuckles, facing Finney even if the mop headed brunette couldn't see him.

"I- I'm not crying" Finney speaks, wiping his cheeks

"I can see you, we can see you, Finn" Robin speaks

"Robin?"

"Hey, Finn. What's going on?"

"Keeping on keeping on, I guess"

"Finn. Do you remember what I told you?" Jaeden asks

"I should watch Carrie because it has the best blood scene you've ever seen?"

"Before that"

"I... I have to stand up for myself someday"

"That day is today, Finn" Robin speaks, "This isn't random phone calls trying to help you escape in just one way. It's a plan, to get you out. To kill him"

"The- The Grabber? Robin, you couldn't even take him. I'm not a fighter"

"Yes the fuck you are, мудак"
"Yes the fuck you are, shitass"

"No I'm not" Finney almost cries

"Finn. You are a fighter. You get back up every time, you may not throw a punch but you can take it, you take it all. You have to flip the script." Robin sternly tells the brunette who heald the phone in hand.

Crickets chirp outside as Robin continues to talk to Finney, Jaeden watching as Robin mentors Finney on how to use the phone as a weapon. Jaeden couldn't help but speak once the two were done doing the exercise a few times.

"Finn. This is the last call. I'm sorry, but look, you have to do this, okay? You need to end this. That fucking game, it's just some sick nostalgia shit that man is pulling. Some fucking child abuse bullshit his dad did with him. The man upstairs, he was mumbling about it"

"What? No- No please, don't go. I can't do this" Finney pleads

"If you can't do it for you, do it for us. Don't let us die for nothing" Robin tells Finney

"Please" He cries, "I can't do this" Finney's voice was as low as a whisper, tears streaming from his eyes down to the floor as he looked down at his shoes.

"Finn. It's okay, alright? Use the phone, use what we gave you. She'll be waiting" Jaeden speaks, choking back a sob as this would be the last time he'd speak to his close friend.

Finney nods, turning back to the box that hung on the wall, "Goodbye Jaeden, bye Robin"

"Bye, Finney"

"Bye Finn"

The switch clicks, Finney sighing and taking a deep breath as he reaches for his toy spaceship, using it as a knife to cut the coily phone wire. Jaeden and Robin watch as Finney takes the phone to the hallway, packing the receiver with dirt, packed tightly. He uses his hand as a small test dummy, making sure it was heavy enough before standing back up, to wait.

Rain trickles outside, making a pitter-patter noise against the window that not one of the boys could ever reach. The sun was rising, and Finney was taking this time to sleep, and gain some energy. He'd be killing his kidnapper today, Billy Showalter's kidnapper, Bruce Yamada's kidnapper, Griffin Stagg's kidnapper, Vance Hopper's kidnapper, Robin Arellano and Jaeden Wheeler's kidnapper. Only one would make it out alive, but it was a good thing. Their kidnapper and killer would suffer today.

Jaeden exhales angerly, watching the van outside leave, Al Blake inside, driving. In Jaeden's free time away from others, he decided to do some digging upstairs. Alfred Blake, such an ordinary and common name but not for an ordinary or common man. A kidnapper, a killer. Max, the man upstairs, he said it all, how his brother was abused by their father, how the game Naughty Boy even came into existence. It was disturbing to say the least.

Al did the same thing his father did with the boys, lock them in the basement, wait upstairs with a belt. Same house, even, the same empty lot across the street that'd been sitting their for well over thirty or forty years. It was some psychotic way to relive it for Alfred, nostalgia. Except he was in control, he did the damage this time, unlike his father.

Robin had no idea about Jaeden doing any of this, running off to follow Max around the house as he just casually talked about it to himself, high as all fucking shit. Jaeden would only talk in Russian when Robin would ask about it, he'd say he was technically telling the truth but Robin didn't understand so he just had to learn Russian if he wanted to know so bad. Robin, light hearted and light tempered, wouldn't press, probably thinking he was out watching people he cared about live their lives.

But, Robin saw the violence Jaeden heald inside, how he would ball his fists up, scrunch his eyebrows, and his lips would downturn. So the gift of a pen and a red notebook came in handy as Robin snooped through it, Jaeden downstairs as he basically protected Finney from nothing but his fear. Robin found the violent thoughts, almost psychotic, really. No normal person would think like that, it was terrifying, the only thing that really ever set Robin off.

The detail in how Jaeden would kill Alfred Blake, an illustration a few pages in. The pages were just covered in words, so many gruesome and terrifying words. They were all in bullet points, but Jaeden seemed to think he would one day be able to act on these thoughts. Like slicing the man's throat with broken glass, use Finney's toy spaceship to stab him in the eye, use the metal grater to maybe even bash his skull in. It was obvious how angry Jaeden had become, he was never like this, but he just suppressed it until he could write about it. How he was planning a murder he couldn't act on but it was justified.

He wanted to scream that he'd survived, how he lived and died just a little bit but he made it out, and it made him so much stronger. But those words would spill from Finn's mouth, not his. He didn't care about that, he wanted his own revenge. He wanted to take that fucking phone and kill the man with the satanic mask himself. Even Jaeden felt sick about what he thought about, but he'd just decided to live with it.

Robin closes the notebook, shoving it back under the couch, walking out the door, sitting on the porch to be on lookout. Why he decided he'd just watch Al Blake pull into the driveway was a question he didn't have an answer to, but knowing the man worked at a hardware store, a few thoughts ran through his mind. It wasn't like Finney could hear or see the boys, but he wasn't just on the lookout alone, waiting for The Grabber.

The other boys were lined around the street, sat around the empty lot's yard or the kidnappers yard, waiting.

Waiting for her.

AN - I think there's gonna be one more chapter and it's over yall 😭😭 I hope you enjoy and hopefully I'm back tmr lol