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KIT'S EYES flutter, everything sounding muffled to him. His head pounded as he began to focus on where he was. It was just a room, a plain one with cement walls and a small window that you probably can't reach. He was on a mattress, hearing a guy talk. "I guess...now we're even."
Kit turns around slowly, seeing the grabber moving Finney's hair out of his face. In anger, he immediately got up and grabs his arm. "Don't touch him." He commands. "You." The grabber looks at him after releasing himself from his grip.
"My fucking arm. I should snap your neck for what you did to my arm. And my back!" Kit sighs quickly, "then do it." Finney looks at him, trying to give him a be quiet look. Kit didn't think he would do anything, honestly. "I don't like you. Now, YOU," He turns to Finney, "don't have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here. On that I give my word, Johnny." He holds up two fingers.
He pokes his chest a bit, Kit getting disgusted again "You like soda? Hmm? I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go get YOU a soda, and then..." He stops, turning his head to the open door as he hears the phone ring. "Is that the phone? You hear a phone ringing?"
Kit glares at him, his hands bulging into fists. "I'm gonna go see who it is. Then I'll get you a soda. And then I'll come back and explain everything. Hmm?" He looks at them both. "And you will get one once you're off my naughty list."
He stands up from the mattress, not taking his eyes off the two as he closed the metal door, locking it. "Finney." He calls out, scooting towards him. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Kit asks quickly, checking him.
He nods silently, "you?" Kit nods back, standing up and walking towards the door. "We have to get out of here. Now." He tries to open it which he didn't even know why. He just wanted a miracle to happen.
Finney walked to the back, coming back out in a few seconds. "Nothing there. Just a toilet and sink." Kit groans in frustration, laying himself down on the bed.
Finney laid next to him, curling up a little. "It's gonna be okay, Finney." Kit reassures, hoping he was right. He didn't want to make Finn feel scared than he already is right now.
Minutes passed by, Finn was sound asleep while Kit was trying to figure a way out. He wanted to try and smash that window, but it was not possible at all.
Kit turned his head, seeing the black disconnected phone hanging from the wall ringing. "Don't tell me he's a fucking ghost or something." He whispers to himself.
Finn woke up from the ringing, watching Kit answer it. The call was quiet. "It doesn't work. Not since I was a kid. Hang it up." Kit turns around, the grabbed standing in front of the door.
"I know you two are scared and you want to go home. I'll take you home soon. It's just that..." He sighs. "Oh, everything's all fucked up. I got to be upstairs for a while. Something's come up." Kit made a face. "What?" Finney asks. "Never mind what."
"Did someone see something? Are the police coming?" Kit asks eagerly. "If you let us go before they get here, we promise we won't tell." Finney rambles, making him laugh. "It's not the police." He answers.
Kit spoke again. "Someone, though? Someone's coming I'll scream. I'll scream so fucking loud so someone upstairs can hear me." He explains to him. "No, he won't. Not with the door shut."
"He?" Finn asked him, the grabber sighing. "With the door shut, no one can hear anything down here. I soundproofed it myself. So shout if you like. You won't bother anyone." He was about to shut the door, until Kit spoke again. "So you're the sick fuck who killed the other boys. Bruce. Robin. Elias."
He walks inside, "that wasn't me. That was someone else. I will never make you two do anything that you won't... like." Finney stood up, standing next to Kit. "If you try to touch me or Kit, I'll scratch your face. And whoever's coming will see and ask why." Finney threatens.
He looks up, "This face? Hang up the phone now." Kit stares, before putting the phone back, hanging up. It was quiet, you could just hear the grabber breathing. "I was down here once when it rang. Ooh. Creepiest damn thing." He says with a chuckle.
"I think it's static electricity that does it. It went off while I was right next to it. I picked it up without thinking. To see if anyone was there." He cites. "Was there?" Finney says, making him nod slowly. "No."
As soon as Kit heard the lock clunk, he started to scream as loud as he could. Finney joined in, hoping that he was wrong on the soundproof room. But..he wasn't. Nobody came.
"We're not getting out of here. Are we?" Finn asked him, looking at Kit. Before he could answer—the black phone rang again. Kit rolls his eyes before picking the phone up. "Hello? Hello?" He asked, hoping to hear an answer.
Nothing.
"Fuck this." He breathes out, hanging the phone up again. Kit lays back down with Finn, watching him hug the rocket toy closely to his chest. "I should've listened to you when you told me to go. I'm sorry, man." He let out, his lip trembling.
Kit nods a bit. "No..don't be sorry. Let's just focus on getting the hell out. Okay?" He asks, scooting closer to him on the bed. "Can you hold me?" Finney let's out. Kit didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around him, the blonde male buried his head into his chest. He leans his head back, closing his eyes slowly before drifting into sleep.
"Stop it." Finney spoke in his sleep, awaking the other male a tad bit. "Stop what?" That voice immediately woke them up. Finney gasps, while Kit holds him close.
The grabber was kneeling in the corner, watching them both. "We're hungry. We need food." Finn stated clearly. "How are your eyes?" He asks him, ignoring the question. "They hurt."
He folds his hands, putting them under his chin before standing up. "Well, I can't bring you two anything to eat. You'll have to wait." He replies. Kit looks at him, "why? Is there someone upstairs who will see you bring us food?" He questions as he watches the older male walk towards the open door.
"Don't you worry about that." He holds the door. "If you weren't gonna feed us, why'd you even come down here?" Finney asked with anger. He stops, "just to look at you."
"I just wanted to look at you."
Kit made a disgusted face, "get the fuck out." He quickly commands. "I'll go."
The whole room went quiet. All you could hear was the metal door being shut and locked. "Fucking creep." Kit mutters, looking back at Finney. "Let's just go back to sleep."
