>One Shots< // >The Black Phone<

Point Of Fire//Rinney

(Not rly Shippy)

Summary:
the boys have been trapped in the grabbers second basement for months now. Finney picks up the phone hearing from all five boys. Finney must try to escape... to save his friends

Robin PoV:

the other four boy and i have been stuck in the Grabbers basement for months now, some longer than others, not the point.

this basement is just like the other one, just mirrored. the Grabber moved me here last night. meaning he's about to kidnap another boy.

i hope Finney's okay.

i need to get out of here.

the other boys had tried to help me get out. to save myself, and then them. but the Grabber put me to sleep before i could, and put me here.

i heard the phone click.

i went to pick it up.

it's ringing...

Finney's PoV:

i woke up the next morning laying in the Grabbers basement. hearing the phone making weird noises.

'stop it,' i groan.

'stop what?' the Grabbers voice floated to my ears.

'i'm hungry,' i said.

'how's your eyes?'

'they hurt,'

'well, i wish i could bring you food but i can't,' he says starting to walk away.

'is there someone upstairs that would see you bring me food?'

'don't worry about that,'

'if you weren't going to feed me. why'd you even come down here?!' i asked.

'to look at you... i just wanted to look at you,' he sighed. 'i'll go,'

he walked out and closed the door. his words caught up to me and i backed away, breathing quickening.

——time skip——

Bruce, Billy and Griffin had all given me help to try and escape, but so far, nothings worked.

i went and answered the phone again, and i answered.

'what? do you even know who you are?!' i yelled into the phone.

'what the shit kinda question is that?! do you even know who you are?!' he responded.

'i'm Finney Blake,' i replied.

'nice to fucking meet you Finney Blake,'

'oh my god, you're Vance Hopper. i was always so scared of you,' i said.

'if you knew what you had coming Finney Blake you'd be fucking terrified! this is it,'

'what?' i replied.

'the end of your miserable little life, TODAYS THE DAY MOTHER FUCKER,'

again, i got told another way i could try to escape, rudely but a way. i tried digging through the wall like Vance had told me. after a couple hours work, and a couple of drinks from the toilet - disgusting i know but i'm running out of ideas... and energy - i had created a hole in the wall where i can reach the freezer and get into it.

after banging myself against it over and over trying to open it i gave up crying on the floor. i heard the phone ringing but i had to compose myself first. i slowed my breathing and crying as i got up walking over to the phone.