𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ; ᴿᵒᵇᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵒ

xi ; get out

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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 escape 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, approaching 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 almost static 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 says, "These aren'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 held the phone in hand.

Crickets chirp outside as Robin continues to talk to Finney, Jaeden watches 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.