Survival || The black phone + male reader insert || Tbp

Attempt

Content warning before we start:
Mild Descriptions of blood/bruises
Physical child abuse
Attempted murder ( I think this is right)
Some Descriptions of child abuse

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Y/ns pov

I sat on the mattress, occasionally looking towards the door incase the grabber came down

Finney was sitting over closer to where the phone was, he wanted to quickly answer the phone if there was another call

I tiredly dragged the blade of the pocket knife lightly on my hand, I was tired but I refused to go to sleep before finney would

The door being open was basically like a giant 'fuck you' after that call, not everyday you expect a dead kid to call you and tell you not to take your only opportunity to escape a kidnapper

I'm now staring at the door without even realising it until I get distracted and accidently press down the knife on my hand too hard

My attention quickly goes back to my hand, it's fine it's just a small cut..I'll be fine

"I'm going up there." I abruptly say getting off the mattress and walking over to the door, only to be stopped by finney
"You can't, bil-..paper boy said it was a trap" Finney said

"I'm not listening to some random dead kid..it could just be the grabber trying to tell us not to go upstairs in a kids voice" I said walking closer to the door

"Plus the kids dead for a reason isn't he? And that guy killed all those kids..Billy, Bruce, Vance and robin..probably more kids too" I said grabbing the door

I left finney down there, I looked back for a second and saw him looking up at me while I walked but he wasn't gonna stop me

I gripped the pocket knife in my hand while I walked upstairs, I walked into what I assumed to be the kitchen area and saw the grabber

He was asleep in a chair, he had his shirt off for some reason..that freaked me out

I walk over to the door quietly then notice a lock on it..shit

I look over to the grabber and still see him sleeping in the chair, I could try break the lock but it's too risky

I looked down at the pocket knife in my hand and gripped it tighter than before, I walked closer to the grabbed

"This is for vance bitch" I quietly mumbled to myself, raising the knife in the air then slamming it down onto thr grabber...or well I attempted to

Before It could reach the grabber his eyes quickly opened and he grabbed my hand that held the knife

I stare down at him for a second before realising..he was just pretending to be asleep

He got up from the chair still roughly holding onto my hand, he used his other hand to grab the pocket knife and throw it to the side

Before I can do anything he throws me onto the floor and then stomps on my left leg with his foot..damn that shit hurt

I look up at the grabber and see him standing above me holding a belt...wait I recognised that belt..it used to be Robins