Rinney Oneshots|The Blackphone

loving me

A/N: this took forever and the whole time i was listening to this song on repeat whole writing this ^^^^

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au - robin and finney kidnapped together.

Robin groans, looking up at the barred window. Finney huffs out a breath, walking to stand next to Robin.

"We are never going to get out of here." Finney states, running a hand through his dirty hair. Robin turns his head to look at Finney, and frowns.

"Don't say that Finn." Robin says, wrapping an arm around Finneys shoulders. "We've tried everything." Finney says, turning his head to look at Robin aswell.

Robin sighs, taking his arm off of Finneys shoulders, and walking infront of him. "We will get out of here buddy, we both will, I promise." Robin says, holding his pinky out towards Finney.

Finney laughs a bit, "Wow, Robin Arellano making a pinky promise?" He says, smirking. Robin rolls his eyes.

Finney smiles, hooking his pinky with Robins.

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Later that night, they are both laying on the mattress. Robin speaks up from his side of the mattress, "Hey Finn?" He asks into the silence.

"Hm?" Finney replies back, still staring at the ceiling. "Remember when I told you that one day you'd have to stand up for yourself?" Robin asks, sitting up and looking down at Finney.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Finney says, looking over at Robin. "Well, what if I teach you a few beginner things." Robin says, smirking at Finney. Finney sits up, making a thinking face.

Robin rolls his eyes, standing up. "Up." Robin commands. Finney sighs, getting up off the mattress. Robin grabs Finneys hands, dragging him over to a side of the room.

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"Jesus, that was exhausting." Finney says, stretching his arms. "Boohoo, we didn't even do that much." Robin says, sitting on the mattress.

"My arms are literally just skin and bones Robin." Finney says, glaring down at Robin. Finney flops down onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling again.

Robin looks around the room, eyes landing on the phone on the wall for a long amount of time.

"I have an idea Finn."

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"He's coming, stay behind me Finney." Robin says, clenching the phone in his hand. "Kill that bastard Robin." Finney whispers into Robins ear, slipping his hand into Robins free hand, squeezing it.

Robin nods, and the basement door opens. But, it's isn't the grabber. "Who are you?" Robin shouts. "Uh, holy shit. I'm Max, don't worry though. I'm gonna get you out of here. I knew he was hiding some-" He gets cut off.

Finney and Robin gasp as they watch the axe come in contact with Maxs head. They watch as his lifeless body falls onto the ground, then their eyes meet the grabbers.

"That was my brother. You made me kill my poor brother. Both of you are going to die now, and it's going to be a real slow painful death." The grabber says, walking closer to them, clutching the axe.

"te vamos a matar hijo de puta. entonces vas directo al infierno" Robin says under his breath. The grabber chuckles, reaching out to Robin, grabbing him by his hair.

"Naughty." The grabber says, raising his axe with his free arm. Robin struggles against the hold on his hair, weakly hitting the grabber anywhere he could reach.

"You were one of my least favorites." The grabber says. Robin whimpers, watching as the grabber goes to swing the axe down, waiting for the impact.

It never comes.

Robin hears a cry of pain. He quickly opens his eyes, and his heart stops at the sight.

Finney is laying on the ground, a giant open gash from the axe in his back. He's gasping for air, not moving.

"Finn!" Robin sobs out, getting dropped from the grabbers hold.

"Shame, I was going to save him. He was different, I really liked him." The grabber says, raising the axe, quickly bringing it back down onto Finneys back.

Finney screams out in pain, gasping. Robin can't speak, only letting out wails of sadness for the grabber to stop.

The grabber turns to him. "Shut up, you're too loud." he says, clenching his hand on the axe. Robin chokes on a sob, feeling himself begin to hyperventilate.

"I fucking hate you." Robin says, glaring up at the grabber from the ground. The grabber laughs, "I know." He turns back around, going to bring the axe back down onto Finney.

Robin quickly jumps up, wrapping the cord around the males neck, using all his strength and adrenaline to yank him down onto the ground.

The grabber drops the axe, trying to reach back behind him to grab at Robin. Robin sobs, tightening the cord around the grabbers neck more.

"You hurt him. He didn't deserve any of this." Robin screams out, using the rest of his strength to finally snap the males neck.

Robin watches as the man goes limp, slowly letting go of the cord.

A strangled gasp brings him back to reality.

He quickly looks up, scrambling to kneel beside Finneys weak body. Robin slowly turns Finney onto his back, putting his hands on the sides of Finneys face.

"Finn, mi amor, you can do this. You're strong just stay with me a bit longer." Robin sobs out, tears blurring his vision.

Finney just lets out a strangled noise in response, reaching a weak hand up, and resting it against Robins on his own face.

"Finn.." Robin says weakly, rubbing his thumbs against Finneys cheeks. Finney offers him a bloody closed mouth smile.

"I broke our promise." Finney wheezes out, coughing in between. Robin let's out a choked sob, leaning down to rest his forehead against Finneys.

"No, no you didnt Finn." Robin whispers, his own tears falling onto Finneys face.

"I love you Robin. Thank you for being my friend." Finney whispers out, squeezing Robins hand with all the strength he could muster.

"No Finn, don't say goodbye yet." Robin says, leaning back to look down onto Finneys face. He watches as Finney closes his eyes, letting out slow raspy breaths.

"Finn?" Robin asks into the silence. He feels his loves body go completely limp.

"No.." Robin rasps out, reaching up to pull at his hair. He stays there, clutching and crying into Finneys cold chest until the police come into the basement, taking him away by force.

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"I love you too Finn. Thank you for loving me." Robin says, kissing his hand, and pressing it against the small tombstone.

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