Mine - Vance Hopper (The Black Phone)

- Silent ringing -

CW: Violence, carving of skin, mentions of abusive parents, language.

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The room was cold while Marilyn sat there, her knees scrunched up into her chest as she stared at the wall.

Everything was almost pitch black, if not for a small light shining through the window to which Marilyn guessed was a street lamp.

She couldn't sleep. She was terrified. Her mind was spiraling like a tornado. She needed to escape but she couldn't find a way out. All she had was herself.

And right now, that's not enough.

Most people would've gone to sleep, giving up and trying in the morning. But Marilyn didn't want to sleep for many reasons.

The main one being the psycho killer upstairs.

A chill ran down Marilyn's spine as the room suddenly got alot colder then before.

She suddenly felt as if she wasn't alone.

As if someone was in the room with her.

Marilyns mind shifted to the phone on the wall and how it rung earlier today---

"Son of a fuck nugget." She mutters to herself.

A ring sounds throughout the room and Marilyns head snaps towards the phone.

Was she hearing things?

The phone continues to ring and she slowly raises from the ground, dusting herself off before slowly stepping toward the ringing phone.

Slowly, she removes the phone from its stand and the ringing silences before she  brings it up to her ear.

"Hello? Is somebody there? I need help." She whispers, still wondering if she had just heard things before.

There was a small fizzle sound, static.

Marilyn tried to listen closer, closing her eyes lightly to shift all her focus to the phone by her ear.

Light breathing could be heard from the other side, it was long and heavy as if the person had just run a marathon.

"Is someone there?" She asks before shaking the phone a little, thinking that the signal may have cut out. But the person just continues breathing.

Sighing, Marilyn goes to speak again.

"Hello—"

"Hang up the phone!" The grabber yells from behind her, his voice laced with rage which causes Marilyn to flinch heavily before placing the phone back in its spot.

---Marilyn didn't know why The Grabber got so mad at the fact she even picked up the phone.

Its not like it works.

She lays on the mattress for another hour before she finally begins to feel her eyelids closing on her.

Opening her eyes wide and blinking a few times, Marilyn fights to keep awake but eventually sleep puts up a better fight and her eyelids betray her, closing.

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Gwenny wakes up from a dreamless sleep, anger flooding her body.

Running over to her doll house, she pulls it open and kneels infront of it.

"Jesus, I asked you to give me something. You gave me nothing you dumb fuck." She glares at the ceiling before shaking her head and groaning.