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KIT and Finney were sitting on the mattress, one's arm wrapped around the others shoulder. The lights soon turn on, altering the two boys. As they got up,the door sprung open, the grabber walking in with a tray. "We're starving children, you know?" Kit spoke.
"Tell me your names." He commands. "Why do you care?" Finney asked him. "I usually don't. I find out eventually in the paper. They always print a nice, big photo with all the details I could ever want. All the things you boys lie about." He explains.
"What's different this time?"
He looks behind him, a dog barking in the distance. "Oh...Oh, it's complicated. It's... too complicated. Everything's different. Nothing's going right." He answered in a sad tone. "You could let us go." Kit suggests.
"I'm thinking about it." Both of the boys glanced at each other before looking back at the grabber. "We promise we won't tell anyone. You can blindfold us, drop us off on the street. We'll walk home." Finney rambled.
He was still standing at the entrance. "Well, tell me your names."
It was quiet, really quiet. "Taylor..and Tony." Finney lies, Kit watching with fear. He sighs, entering the room and throwing the tray down on the ground. Kit immediately put his arm in front of Finney.
He grabs a newspaper that was holding in between his arm, throwing it at them. Kit unwraps it, reading the title. River Suburbed Rocked As Another Two Children Go Missing.
It had both of Finney and Kit on there with all of their information. "I was really starting to like you two, Finney and Kit. I almost let you go." He shrugs in disappointment before slamming the door.
Finney threw the newspaper in anger. "God I want to fucking kill him." Kit mutters before the phone rang. He quickly got up and answered, bring the phone to his ear. "Hello? Elias? Bruce? Billy Paperboy?" He asked quickly.
The phone clicks, the static stopping. With a sigh, Kit hung the phone up.
As the two slept, Kit was awakened from hearing dripping noises? He didn't know what the fuck it was, but he didn't like it. "Finney." He shakes the male, awaking him. "Do you hear that?"
It was silent, the dripping noises coming back. Finn grabbed the rocket boy before clicking the flashlight on, looking around the room.
He puts the light towards the door, both of them jumping and gasping in fear as they saw a bloody boy upside down. The dripping noises were his blood.
The boy raises his arm, pointing towards the phone.
Kit quickly stood up, grabbing the phone and facing it up so Finney could hear. "Hello?" He asks, hearing static. Finney got up, standing next to him.
"Hello? Hello?" Kit asked again. "You don't have much time. The Grabber hasn't been sleeping. He thinks this might be it. That he's gonna figure it out." A boy spoke, explaining. " What? Who's gonna figure it out?"
"His brother upstairs." He replies with a laugh.
They look back, the boy was gone. "Are you Griffin?" Kit quickly questions. "Who?" "Griffin Stagg." Finney states.
"Probably." He guesses. "It's all a little hazy, but I imagine you know all our names."
Kit sighs. "Every kid does. We didn't know you." "Nobody did. You spend so many years invisible, and then every kid in the state knows your name." Griffin jokes. "You don't have much time."
"Why hasn't he killed us?" Finney wonders. "You won't play the game. You have to play the game. If you don't play, he can't win." Kit looks at him in confusion. "Game?"
Griffin sighs, "Naughty Boy. If you don't play Naughty Boy, The Grabber can't beat you. And if he can't beat you, he can't move on to the next part. And the next part of Naughty Boy is his favorite part." He tattles, fear growing on them both.
"What's the next part?" He laughs, not answering him. "You don't have much time." Griffin sternly admits. "You said that already."
"He's not been sleeping."
"You said that, too."
"Yeah, well, he is now. In his chair. He passed out waiting for you to play." Griffin expressed. "What good does that do us?" Finney flashes the light at the door. "Wait. The door is still unlocked." Finney tells.
"The door is still unlocked..." Griffin repeats. "Do we just go?" Kit asked him. "There's a combination lock on the inside of the storm door. It was my bike lock." He starts. "What's the combination?"
Kit felt anger pulse through his veins. "I don't remember." "Griffin." "I remember being afraid I'd forget it. That's why I wrote it down." He continues. Kit looks around the room. "Where?"
"I carved it with a bottle cap in the wall." Kit hands him the phone while he looks around. "Which wall? Which wall?!" Finney exclaims. After a couple seconds, "the one on the right, shoulder height when you sit down." Finney tells Kit.
He tosses him the rocket, Kit looking at the wall with the light. He stumbled upon the numbers, reading them to Finney. "Two, three, three, one, seven."
"Two, three, three, one, seven?" He asked him.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks." Finney hung the phone up, the two boys looking both at each other. "Let's go." Kit whispers as they both walk towards the door. Kit opens it slowly, Finney standing behind him.
This was it. Maybe this was their chance to finally escape.
—LIV! imagine acting lovey dovey even when you're kidnapped?!? 😁😁😁😁
