𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓, v. hopper ☑️

xxxvi. the phone.

FINNEYS POV, THE ROOM.

i'd been in the... room, for awhile. probably around 2 days at max, or shorter, or longer. it felt like i'd been there weeks.

i wanted to know what happened to robin. to piper, and even vance too.

it couldn't have been too much different from what he'd been doing to me, right? he's been coming in, feeding me, then leaving. and saying he had no use for me yet.

the room i was in was almost completely empty. there was really just a bed, but a small one at that. there were curtains, but i didn't dare open them. if i got caught, there would be no use for me at all... i'd be dead.

i stood up from the corner, looking around the room as i hadn't looked before. i saw a dried up pool of red, it was still a bright red. fresh.

who's blood is it? robins? pipers? it has to be one of them, it wont just be dry and... he hasn't taken anyone else... unless he killed vance, and kept me?

my thoughts were interrupted as a certain belt buckle caught my eye. i turned to look at it and saw... robin. robins belt buckle.

no. he can't be dead. he isn't. he just left it in here.. when he got taken, too.

before i knew it, my breathing started to grow heavy. i needed to accept the fact that he's dead. deep down i knew he was. but i couldn't do it. i couldn't think about it.

i stepped toward the buckle on the floor, and leaned down to get a closer look. it can't be robins, i thought its not robins.

i picked it up and saw the familar initials.
engraved on the corner. R.A

i picked it up, making sure that i wasn't just seeing things. i wasn't.

he might not be dead. he isn't dead. he's somewhere... maybe he's still with piper. but then again, is piper even alive?
"no. dont think like that finney." i said aloud without realising.

i heard footsteps coming toward the room i was in, and i tried to put it in my back pocket as quick as i can.

the door knob turned, and the door opened, "who are you talking to, johnny?" he said through his creepy mask.

"i'm not talking to anyone."

he stepped forward, "who else is in here?" he said, but i heard something fall to the floor. shit. i missed my pocket.

"hm, whats that?"

i stood on the belt buckle, "nothing."

"move your foot or your friend will be dead in no time."

"your the one who killed the others." i hesitated, trying to change the subject from the object, "griffin, bruce... robin?" i said, sounding a little unsure. even though now i know, he did kill robin.

"that wasn't me. that was somebody else." he replied, sternly, "now, back to that object, hm?"

he stepped forward, "im not giving it to you, it doesn't belong to you! it belongs to robin- and he'll have it- when- when i find him."

"oh, johnny. robin killed himself."

i heard robins voice at the back of my mind. i knew i was hearing things. he was yelling, telling me he didn't kill himself. i was just imagining. i must have been.

"what?" i froze, my body drooping down a little, "no." i denied, "robin wouldn't do that."

"pass me over the buckle, and ill tell you why."

i heard robins voice again. in the back of my mind. he was yelling again, telling me not to give it to him. telling me that he's here.

ROBINS POV, THE ROOM, AFTERLIFE.

i walked into the room that i was killed in. the room i think my killer is keeping finney in. i cant really go much further.

i saw finney, stood over something in the corner of the room, and the grabber by the door, taking slow steps closer to him, "your the one who killed the others." finney spoke.

"griffin, bruce... robin?" he added on, as if it was a question.

"that wasn't me. that was somebody else." my killer replied, "now, back to that object, hm?" he took another step closer.

"im not giving it to you, it doesn't belong to you! it belongs to robin- and he'll have it- when- when i find him."

my heart sunk. he knows im dead. he has too know. hes not stupid, finney isnt stupid.

"oh, johnny. robin killed himself." the grabber lied, as he took another step forward.

"he's lying finney! dont believe him!" i screamed, as if he could hear me.

"what?" finney froze, "no." he hesitated, "robin wouldn't do that."

"pass me over the buckle, and ill tell you why." my killer put his hand out.

"dont give it to him! finney im here!" i yelled, walking closer.

he looked around as if he heard me, but he didn't, he couldn't have. as he passed my belt buckle over to my killer.

"good, now whats your name?"

"dont lie finney. dont lie."

"what does it matter? just tell me how he died."

the grabber sighed, "ill find out." and left the room with the buckle in hand.

"wait-!" finney stood up, but by the time he had gotten up the grabber had left the room and locked the door.

finney started hitting the door. i walked over to him and stood beside him as he screamed out for help.

"finney, no ones there. they cant hear you." i spoke again, but i knew he couldn't hear me.

"i know a way i can talk to you. you just have to go down into the basement... the phone, the other boys think that if i try to call you from it... someone might hear it, it could be you."

he kept kicking the door, yelling for help, "no ones coming, finn. the curtains."

fineny turned around, and made his way over to the curtains.

did he hear me? no, he didn't. its impossible. he just had the same idea. thats it.

he tried to open the curtains, and when he did, the grabber was walking outside. he quickly closed them, hoping he didn't see him.

but then the door burst open, "peeking out are we?" the grabber walked closer to him.

"no- no it- please-" he stuttered, stepping backwards.

"of course your peeking out. come here, boy."

"dont go over there finney. dont fucking do it!"

he sighed, but didnt step closer.

"we'll do this the hard way then, wont we?" the grabber stepped closer and finney stepped back.

a punch landed on finneys face, knocking him out cold.

"finney!" i yelled.