" Forever isn't for everyone
Is forever for you?
It sounds like settling down or giving up
But it don't sound much like you, girl "
𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷, Valeria, Oakland, Robin, Finney, Bruce, Gwen, and Vance all survive the serve attack of the grabber...
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AFTER VALERIE EXPLAINED TO FINN and Gwen about her other weird interaction, or whatever you'd call it.
Gwen and Finn tried to come up with any explanation to what the hell was happening, but they hadn't a clue. Making it only more overwhelming for Valerie.
They friend group, or what was left of them—regathered at Vance's place since none of his parents would be home anytime soon. Valerie explained to them what she saw, worry filling all their eyes.
They were all sat at Vance dining room table, all anxiously waiting for somebody to come up with something.
Bruce looked up from the table, meeting Valerie terrified expression. He knew he had to bring some optimism to the table, even if he couldn't find any. He absolutely hated seeing his best friends like this.
"Valerie. You said your dream or vision felt real, right" Bruce started, as Valerie looked up at him in hope, and nodded in response. "Okay so what if it was real. And I know it doesn't make sense, but if it is real, that means there's still a chance of saving them"
Finn nodded along. His face brightened up, like a lightbulb went off. "Just like Gwen's, just different." He added. "We need to take this information to detective Miller and Wright. They believed us last time"
Valerie nervously bit down on the inside of her cheek, to scared to fall down a rabbit hole. She was scared of having to much hope, to only be brought away from it sooner or later.
She looked over at Vance, noticing he hadn't said a word the whole time. But all she saw was him staring at a blank, white wall, a void of emptiness in his eyes.
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The teenagers had decided on taking their information to the two detectives, in hopes that they could do something.
Valerie was sat in a Office, the two detectives around her, with notepads and a pencil in hand. Her friends were forced to wait outside of the room so they could ask her questions alone, like it was some type of investigation to wether she was the murderer or not.
"So you had a 'vision' that you were talking to both Donna and Robin. Is that correct?" Detective weight repeated, looking at her with question.
Valerie nodded. "Yes, that's correct" She was fully aware of the looks she was getting from them, but she stood confident. Knowing if she didn't they wouldn't believe her more than they already did.
