[𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙]

// 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙢 𝙄? //

TW: Mentions of death, ghosts, a bit of gay, scars, bruises, blood, stabbing, mentions of assault

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Finney

Ughh.. why does my head hurt so much..? Wait.. where am I?

I groaned as a sat up from the bed, the last thing I remember was being carried outside by The Grabber and hearing people come near us, then the next I knew it, I woke up back on the bed in the basement. Was it all a dream?

I rubbed my head, then my eyes as my vision was blurry from crying. I stopped rubbing my eyes as it started hurting, probably from the dirt on my hands. I blinked away the tears and once my vision cleared up I saw a figure above me, I thought it was The Grabber so I screamed but the figure quickly put their hand on my mouth to muffle my scream.

I stopped soon after and they moved their hand, I scooted away from then, my back hitting the wall. The figure crouched down and I just stared them in the eye, my gaze hard, the moment they spoke my gaze softened.

"No llores Finney, ahora estás a salvo..." (Don't cry Finney, you're safe now...) The figure gently spoke, causing tears to spill out of my eyes.

"Robin.." I spoke and he smiled slightly, he soon noticed he spoke to me in Spanish and translated, wiping away my tears.

"Don't cry Finney, you're safe now.."

I just stared at him as he sat beside me on the mattress and I immediately hugged him, not tight though as I noticed his scars. He seemed to have noticed mine as well as he was really gentle.

"Robin where am I...?" I spoke at almost a whisper since I was next to his ear. He pulled away from the hug and looked to the concrete floor with a gulp.

"Finney you're still in the basement but.." He sighed.

"But...?" I gulped as he looked to me with a saddened gaze.

"But you're.." He moved his gaze away from mine. "Dead."

I gasped and shook my head a bit. I can't be dead right..? But.. What about Gwen..

"Do you remember how you died..?" My gaze quickly locked with Robin's as be spoke, his gaze was full of regret and sorrow.

"I.. I think so.." I whispered. He replied so I assume he heard. "Can you.. tell us how..?" He spoke.

"Us?" I spoke with confusion, just then, 4 boys stepped out of the shadows and into my line of view.

"G-Griffin.. Billy.. Vance.. B-Bruce..." I stared at the figures who one by one sat down as I said their names, ready to listen.

"A-Alright I'll tell you.." I hesitated at first before I began. "S-So it was about a day after Robin and me had our call.. the lights turned on as I was sitting on the mattress, thinking of a plan.. The door opened and the Grabber came down, I thought he was bringing food but he was holding a knife.. not a tray.. before I could do anything he ran to me and pinned me down onto the bed.." I stopped to breathe, Robin gently placed a hand on my shoulder where their wasn't a cut or bruise.