(THIS IS STRICILY FOLLOWING THE MOVIE, NOT THE BOOK)
Please enjoy this one-shot book! Please remember that the Black Phone takes place in the 70s, which means the f slur was used often, don't let that discourage you!
Since these are all children, an...
Disclaimers: Both Vance and Y/n are dead, so this is like the....afterlife?? idk how to explain
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Vance watched as Finn cried in the corner, frustrated that the tip about the freezer didn't work. The blond couldn't help but want to punch that kid square in the face for how stupid he was acting, how much of a crybaby he was— "Leave him alone, blondy." Y/ns voice came from behind Vance, snapping him out of his thoughts.
It was disturbing to look at him to be honest, yet there was some part of Vance that admired him, he figured it had to have been from before, before when he actually lived and did things that he couldn't dare to remember now. "Get the fuck away from me." Vance hissed, making the other dead teen roll his eyes. "and don't call me that." Y/n hummed and walked closer to him, standing beside him now.
"He's scared. Give him a minute." Y/n said quietly, looking at Finn with saddened eyes. Vance rolled his cloudy blue eyes, scoffing at how nice the other was being to the stupid kid. Now was no time to be scared, it was time to get the fuck out of here! He walked over and sat down on the dirty mattress, staring at the familiar wall.
Y/n stopped looking at Finn, and instead looked over to Vance. His angry attitude wasn't fooling him, especially looking at him now. Vance was the most vengeful out of all of them, he screamed and threw things before The Grabber brought down another victim, then he was stuck waiting for whoever it was to answer the phone.
"You're not weak." Y/ns words struck through the blonds dead heart, making him feel something he swore wasn't natural. If that fucking long haired guy would have said that, he would have lost his mind–yelling more than he had been before, yet for some reason he wanted this h/c teen to say it again.
Y/n sat next to him, looking at the wall in front of them as well. Staying silent (beside Finn crying) kept whatever familiar peace they had before stick. "Vance." the blond muttered, looking over at the other ghost, who looked at him with confusion. "That kid said my name was Vance." Y/n nodded and squinted his eyes, looking him over. "You look like a Vance."
Vance scoffed and looked away, not knowing if he should take that as offensive or not. "Vance." Y/n muttered, touching his shoulder softly. The blond would have shoved him off, and he honestly wondered why he didn't do that the moment Y/ns dirty hand touched him—it just felt so....calming. "Lets leave him alone." Y/n got up.
The blond winced at the lost touch, but got up anyway. He watched as Y/n disappeared into what was the shadows of this damn basement. He looked back over to Finn, who was now just sniffling his tears away, Vance sighed and faded away as well, wondering about who he was before and what his relationship with that h/c victim was.
