Finney sat on the mattress as he tried not to start crying, he felt sick to his stomach. He had tried to run but in return he had almost gotten himself killed, he touched his knuckles, a patch of dried blood was stained on them. He cursed to himself as he tried to wipe the blood off, he immediately stopped when he heard the door open and his head swiveled over to face the metal door. He scooched back a few inches so his back hit the wall wanting to be as far as he could from who he noticed was the grabber holding..some kind of kid in his arms. They were lanky and kinda short, they had short hair that covered their eyes and their clothes were slightly torn like they had put up a fight.
The grabber was wearing the mask that covered his entire face, that white grinning teeth being the most noticeable detail in that stupid little mask he wore so much. He grumbled words that Finney couldn't quite hear but he sounded pissed off. He tossed the kid onto the matresss, "Fuckin kid bit my arm litte shit" He said angrily as he glared at the kid who was slowly starting to open their eyes.
They looked around the room, eyes opening and closing as they tried to comprehend where they were. The grabber didn't pay any attention to them as his eyes shifted over towards finney, "Finney how bout you try and not escape next time. I don't think you wanna take part in the game naughty boy. It isn't a fun game"He said, his face probably holding a grin behind his mask. He turned around and started to walk up the stairs.
"Wait" Finney called out, reaching his hand outwards. The grabber turned his head and an annoyed look in his eyes.
"What?"
"Arent..Aren't you gonna feed me? I need something on my stomach im starving"
The grabber didn't look impressed he just let out a giggle and shook his head, "Oh no finney, naughty boys don't get any breakfast. Try that little stunt you pulled last night and it wont just be no breakfast you'll be receiving" The grabber said before grabbing the door handle and shutting it as he walked out of the room locking the door and his footsteps could be heard walking to god knows where.
Finney turned his head around and looked at the confused teen who was now starting to realize they weren't where they were before. He frowned feeling slightly upset at their reaction, they were probably so confus-
"..Motherfucker, where am I?" Finney was taken out of his thoughts when the teenager spoke out loud their voice holding nothing but confusion and annoyance. They turned their head to look at Finney, "Who the hell are you?"
Finney held his hand rubbing his knuckles as the two kids stared at each other, the two not saying a word. It felt like it took hours for even someone to speak. And those long moments felt like hell to the teenager.
"Who.The.Hell.Are.You." The teenager said again, voice dripping with annoyance and patience wearing thin. His eye twitched slightly as finney gulped he took a deep breath, this teen definitely had anger issues or atleast a very thin line of patience. "Hey, dipshit answer me!"
"Right-fuck sorry I'm Finney, Finney Blake.."Finney said as he looked at the teen, they seemed much more patient or calm when he had answered his question, huh maybe he had some sort of anger to when peope didn't respond to them? Finney didn't know and nor did he dare ask.
"Ah, the kid who's always being beaten up by moose friends?
Finney sighed and nodded, was that actually how people knew him? He looked at the teenager taking in their face features. They had a noticeable scar that went from the chin of their face down to the back of their neck. It had healed but it had definitely left a scar. They also had a nose piercing that stood out to Finney but other than their e/c eyes nothing stood out to him. ?"Dude, are you checking me out or something? You keep looking at me weirdly" They said, crossing their arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, whats..whats your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before at school and you seem to be around my age?" Finney questioned being careful to watch what he said not knowing if he maybe said one wrong word this kid would get really pissed off. "The name is Y/n Scott, but most people call me n/n" the teenager now known as y/n said as they shakily stood up from the mattress and stumbled their way to the wall placing their hand on the cold smooth surface. They groaned as they moved back , hitting the wall and they rubbed their forehead.
"Fuckin hell, stupid ass headaches what did that man drug me with.." they said groaning as they rubbed their forhead. Finney nodded, "Yeah whatever he uses causes a really bad headache and also blurry vision for a while so you might have to get used to that."He said as he sat on the mattress it squeaked as he sat down crossing his legs.
"Yeah, thanks captain obvious" they retorted as they slumped down to the floor he grumbled some words finney couldn't understand but he didn't care he just shifted his eyes towards the black phone that now he had grown to slightly despise. Whoever told him to go up that stupid flight of stairs almost got himself killed for it. He knew he wouldn't be trusting those..missing children again.
y/n looked over their eyes peeking with curiosity as they shakily stood up and walked towards the phone, seemingly trying to pick up the phone and call for help. Finney looked at them. "The stupid phone doesn't work." he said sighing he leaned against watching as y/n picked up the phone and put it towards their ear,
"Hello..?"
"Welcome to hell teen, your duration is probably for the rest of your pathetic fucking life!"
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Naughty boy? The fucks that (The Black Phone reader insert)
Horror...Unknown and darkness is all that surrounds you, where are you? How did you get here? No one really knows the answer to that. All you know is that..you need to escape or atleast help your friend escape from this hell You both are trapped in....Let...
