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RINGING was heard probably the third time after ignoring it. Kit grumbles from his sleep, detaching himself away from Finney. He goes towards the black phone, picking it up quickly. "What the hell do you want?!" He exclaims.
He heard nothing but static.
Kit hung it up again, about to tell Finney to go back to sleep until it rang again. "I'm going to bury this phone." He angrily mutters before answering again. "What?!" He asked. Static again.
But, quickly, he heard a voice. A very familiar one. "Kit.." His jaw was about to fucking drop. "Who is this?" He asked quickly, making Finney stand up, he leans his head over to head the phone call.
"We...don't know." He replies. "We?" Asked Kit, knowing the voice from somewhere. "We met. We met, Kit." Kit's heart sunk. "Elias." He whispers. "Yeah! Yeah..I'm Elias."
"Finney?" Another voice spoke, Kit moving the phone a bit so he could hear. "Your arm is mint. You almost had me." Finney's eyes were almost wide, "Bruce. Bruce Yamada?" Finney asked.
Kit and Finney look at each other after he said his name, they did not believe this was happening. "Did the phone ring for you?" Kit pressed. "It rang, but none of us heard it." Elias answers, "just you." Bruce finished.
"The Grabber hears the phone, too, but he doesn't want to believe it." Bruce explains. "Why are you calling us?" "More like how the fuck can you call us?"
Finney gave him a weird look. "We're glad it's you two." Bruce says. "Guys?" Elias asks. "Yeah?" They both answer in sync. "There's a dirt section of the floor in the hallway where the tile is loose." He explains. "Dig down underneath the foundation." Bruce said.
"We tried, but there wasn't time for us to dig up and out the other side." Kit looks down, feeling horrible. "Will we have enough time?" Finney asks them both before the call went back to static.
The phone then clicked, completely silent now. "Hello?" Kit spoke again. "Bruce? Elias?"
They both looked at each other before Kit hung the phone up. Quickly, he jogged towards the hallway, looking on the floor for a crack. Finney looks around, before calling his name.
Kit looks over, seeing Finney remove the piece of tile. Together, they remove more of them. "Come on." He says, hurrying up. Kit quickly picks up the dirt with Finney, both of them spending almost half an hour digging underneath.
Finney flushes all the dirt in the toilet while Kit undid a rug. He places on the floor, covering up the hole. He looks back up at Finney, holding his hand out so he wouldn't step into the hole.
