Only Time Will Tell - A Robin Arellano x Fem!! Reader story

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙣

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Your time is running out

Your POV:

I open my eyes and hear Robin talking. I sit up, looking towards the sound of his voice, and see Robin on the phone with someone. Robin hands me the phone. "Hello? " I question, looking at Robin. I hear a small chuckle through the phone and I gasp. "Are you Griffin? " I ask, frowning slightly. "Who? " the voice questions. "Griffin Stagg," I say, smiling. "Probably, It's a little hazy," the voice says, "But I imagine you know all our names." I smile, "Every kid does," I say, chuckling. "Not many people knew you," I say, frowning. "Nobody did," Griffin replied, "You spend so many years invisible, and now almost every kid in the state knows your name," he says, and I smile. "You don't have much time, he hasn't been sleeping," Griffin says, his tone of voice becoming very serious. "Why hasn't he just killed us yet? " I ask, looking around the dark room. "You won't play the game," he says, "You have to play the game," Griffin says. "Huh? " I question. "If you don't play the game, he can't win," Griffin states. "What game are you talking about? " I ask. "Naughty Boy," Griffin answers. "If you don't play Naughty Boy, the Grabber can't beat you," he says, "And if he can't beat you, he can't move onto the next part of the game," Griffin continues. "And the next part of the game is his favorite part," he finishes. I hear laughter through the phone and then silence. "You don't have much time, Y/n," Griffin repeats. "You've said that already," I say. "He hasn't been sleeping," he says. "You said that, too," I say. "Yeah, well he's asleep now, upstairs in his chair," Griffin says, "He passed out waiting for you two," he says. "What good does that do us? " I ask, then I notice the door. "Hold on, the door's still unlocked," I say, grinning. "Do we just go? " I ask, having a small blossom of hope. "There's a combination lock on the inside of the storm door," Griffin says, "It was my bike lock," he says. "Your bike lock? " I question. "Yeah, he took it when he took me," he says. "What's the combination? " I ask. "I don't remember," Griffin mutters, and I frown. "Griffin," I say, sighing. "I remember being afraid I'd forget it," he says, "That's why I wrote it down," Griffin continues. "You wrote it down? Where? " I ask, getting up from the mattress. "I carved it with a bottle cap in the wall," Griffin explains. "Which wall, Griffin? Which wall? " I ask, scanning each wall. "The one on the right, about shoulder height when your sitting down," he says, and I walk over to the right wall and sit down. I run my hand along the wall as I scan for the engraving. I run my hands over a spot with small dips in the wall. I look, and sure enough, there's the combination. "Two three three one seven," I mutter, repeating it to myself. I put the phone back to my ear. "Two three three one seven? " I question. "If you say so," Griffin says. " But is it 23-31-7 or 2-33-17 or 23-3-17? " I ask, hoping he won't say what I think he will. "I can't remember," he says, and I sigh and roll my eyes. "Griffin," I groan. "I can't remember," he repeats. I sigh and look at Robin. "You'll have to try them all," Griffin says, "and you'll have to be very quiet about it," he continues. "Yeah," I say, "Ok, thanks Griffin," I continue, then the call goes silent, then the static noise comes back. I sit down on the mattress and Robin sits down next to me. "We might be able to get out of here, but we have to be quick and quiet, got it, Mi Vida? " I say, grinning. He nods and smiles. We both stand up and I take his hand. We walk towards the door and I open it. In my head, I'm constantly repeating the numbers to myself so I won't forget. 'Two three three one seven.' Over and over again. We slowly walk up the stairs and then we reach the top. There was a wooden door, I quietly open it and peek my head out. Sure enough, just like Griffin said, the Grabber was sitting there sleeping. I sigh in relief. The Grabber snores quietly. I grip Robin's hand tightly and we slowly walk through the door. We walk towards the door with a combination lock. I let go of Robin's hand and begin to put in the first combination, 23-31-7, but it doesn't work. I try the next one, 2-33-17, and click. The lock unlocks and I quickly take the lock and slide it into my pocket. I open the door and grab Robin's hand. A dog starts barking and we run out the door, gripping each other's hands tightly. We run as fast as we can down the sidewalk and then I hear a set of footsteps following. I suck in a breath and we keep running. I trip and let out a small yelp as my chin slams on the pavement. I jump back to my feet and we keep running. I look down and see the blood falling onto the pavement as we run. The Grabber catches up and grabs us both, and I scream. And a few porch lights come on at houses nearby. The grabber pulls us both into a bush and pulls out a pocket knife. He holds it up to Robin's throat and I suck in a deep breath. "Make any noise at all and I'll kill you both," The Grabber whispers. Me and Robin both slowly nod. The porch lights turn back off and I feel a few tears slip down my face. I don't know if I was crying from the pain of my busted chin or from the thought that I would never escape or, hell, maybe it was both. I don't know but I do know that for the first time in my life that night I actually saw Robin crying. 

Finney's POV:

I missed my two best friends more and more every day. I stopped acting like myself after they were kidnapped. I never smiled anymore, never laughed, never left my room unless I was going to school or going to look for them. Gwenny wasn't herself anymore either. She stopped eating and sleeping. She also never smiled or laughed. She was always emotionless. She never left her room, not even for school, my dad switched her out of public school but it's only temporary. Gwen is being put back in public school at the beginning of the next school year. She cries every night, and I understand why. She never had a biological older sister, and our mom died when Gwenny was only 3. So when Gwen met Y/n, she finally had an older sister figure in her life. Y/n was there for Gwenny whenever she needed her. When Gwen was getting bullied in the 2nd grade, Y/n beat the shit out of the bullies. When Gwen was sick and missed school, Y/n would miss school and stay with Gwen every day til she got better. When Gwen wanted to ask a guy out, Y/n was rooting for her. And when the guy Gwen asked out said no, Y/n beat the shit out of him and then comforted Gwen when she was crying. I knew how much Y/n meant to Gwen and without Y/n, Gwen had no one to be her 'big sister' anymore, and it hurt me to see her so upset, cause I'm her big brother. I hated when Gwen was upset, and I wished I knew what I could do to help her right now, but the truth was, I was just as upset as she was.

Gwenny's POV:

I was losing hope more and more every day. I missed Y/n so much. Y/n was my big sister, my best friend, my other half, and my idol. I felt so lost and helpless without her here. I rarely left my room, I hadn't eaten in 4 days, haven't slept in 6 days, and hadn't showered in 5 days. My dad had pulled me out of public school for the remainder of the year, but it's not permanent, I'm being put back in public school at the beginning of the next school year. I knew I wasn't the only one hurting right now though, Finney was upset too. Robin was Finney's best friend. No, not best friend, his brother. Robin was Finney's brother, and since Robin and Y/n were kidnapped, neither me nor Finney has been acting like ourselves. The only emotion I felt anymore was sadness and anger. I was always crying or screaming. My nightmares were now happening every night, and they were worse than they had ever been before, they had become more graphic and more unbearable. That's why I stopped sleeping, and like I said I rarely leave my room but when I do, it's only to go make a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. I smelt awful, and so I was now forcing myself to leave my room and shower tonight before 'bedtime'. I grab a pair of clean pajamas and head to the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it, setting the pajamas on the counter. I turn on the shower and turn the water to warm. I wait a few seconds then I undress and step into the shower. I forgot how nice a warm shower felt. I remembered something Y/n said to me once, 'When your sad or upset or whatever, try taking a warm shower then taking a nap, it always makes me feel better,' I smile and feel a tear slip down my face. I wash my hair then wash my body. I then turn off the water and grab my towel. I dry off and then slip into my clean pajamas. I walk out of the bathroom and quickly walk back into my room. I lay down in my bed and cover myself up. I try to fight it at first, but soon I slip into an unavoidable sleep.

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(Spanish translation: Mi Vida means my life.)