THE BLACK PHONE IMAGINES/PREFERENCES

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | finney blake

Your eyes fluttered open. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dark room. You get up from the cold, hard mattress, rubbing your neck uncomfortably.

You were kidnapped by a man nicknamed The Grabber around a week ago. It wasn't delightful. The man only fed you undercooked eggs and watered-down soda, and you didn't have any blankets. The room was cold and damp. The bathroom smelled horrible, and a broken black phone hung on the wall next to you.

Fortunately, you were with someone else in The Grabber's basement. Your friend, Finney Blake. He came shortly after you did, around three days after you were taken. Since then, you two have grown closer. Strangely, you even fell for him, despite the insufferable conditions you two were in. 

You woke up to a loud banging sound. You look up at the small window, attempting to check the time. You assumed it was late at night since Finney was making too much noise.

Getting up, you trudged to Finney. He aggressively chipped away the wall with the lid of the toilet tank. Finney had been receiving phone calls from the broken phone. Even though it seems unbelievable, it has helped them survive the past few days. One of the victims, Vance Hopper, advised Finney to do the task he was doing now.

Finney hadn't noticed you were standing next to him. He was too focused. You sighed, placing a hand on Finney's shoulder, trying to catch his attention.

He has been absent-minded since The Grabber told him that his best friend, Robin Arellano, was dead. Before, their abductor claimed that Robin was only in a different room in his house. When Finney discovered that the only person who protected you and Finney was gone, he hadn't been the same.

"Finney," you mumbled tiredly, shaking him. He only ignored you and continued to bang the lid on the wall. You could tell in his eyes that he was feeling many emotions at a time: pain, anger, regret, frustration, and sorrow.

You grabbed his arm and forced the lid out of his hands, throwing it to the side. Finney looked at you bitterly. You didn't care.

"You have to stop tiring yourself out, Finn. Here, I'll do it," you said, getting up and taking the lid. 

"No. I want to do it. I'm fine," he responded. Your gaze goes to his hands. His fingers and nails were bloody. You didn't want to know how long he's been doing this.

You shake your head. "Finney, I know it's been hard for you. It's difficult for me, too. But you need to rest. Putting yourself through all this pain won't make Robin come back," you raised your voice. His face dropped. 

Instant regret appeared on your face. You didn't mean to. You were worried about him, and you wanted him to rest. Finney's lip began to quiver as his back hunched over. He wiped the tears falling from his sulking face.

"Finney, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," you apologized immediately, bringing him closer. He suddenly grasped onto you, burying his head into your shoulder. 

Finney started to sob uncontrollably. You froze at the sudden change of his mood before you began to rub his back, trying to comfort him.

You couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling right now. His best and only friend was dead. Gone. Finney would never see him again. That idea made you cry with him.

You didn't know Robin Arellano that much, but you knew him well enough to know that he was a great person. Despite all the fights he got into; and how intimidating he was, Robin was surprisingly enjoyable to be around. 

"Hey, everything's going to be alright," you reassured Finney, tears still trickling down your face. "Maybe it won't be right now, but we'll survive this. I promise."

He sniffled before parting from you. Finney harshly wiped the tears from his face before looking into your eyes. You give him a kindhearted smile as his head jerks suddenly.

From the look on his face, you could tell the phone was ringing again. He slowly rose from the floor and walked carefully to the phone before taking the receiver and bringing it to his ear.

After a few moments of muffled conversations, his eyes lit up. "Robin?" 

Your eyes widened. Robin was on the phone. Unfortunately, it was the last time they ever heard from him. 

Finney began to mumble something to himself, subtly practicing the same move as if he were being instructed. You watch as his hits start to become intense. After he hung up the phone, he glanced at you, his eyes filled with determination.

"Get ready. Tonight, we're going to kill that son of a bitch."