Finney:
I latch onto Robin's shirt, afraid if I let go, the grabber will take him. "The grabber," Robin adds to The grabbers statement. "Correct!" He smiles brightly.
"Well, I have to go," he says and walks upstairs.
"It's all my fault your stuck here," I mumble, remembering the vents of the previous day. "It's not your fault, I chose to try and help you," he softly smiles at me.
"It's cold," I shiver, moving closer to Robin. He wraps his arms around me, I automatically feel a little warmer.
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Even though we're in an awful situation, Robin and I seem to make the best off it.
"Rock, Paper, scissors!" We shout in unison. He ends with rock, and I end in paper. "Beat you!" I smile and jump on him. "Good job, cariño," Robin chuckles.
I lay onto of him, flinching as I hear loud footsteps from the stairs. "Finney~," the grabber coos from the stairs. I clutch Robin tighter as the footsteps continue to get louder.
"Finney~," The grabber repeats. I feel someone try to pull me off Robin, but do to my tight grip, they fail. They eventually succeed, and I end out on the ground next to them.
Robin stares wide eyed at the grabber as he begins to beat him. I sit, frozen in place, watching my best friend get beaten.
"ROBIN!" I cry, crawling over to him. Blood runs down his face as his breathing slows. The grabber laughs in satisfaction as he walks upstairs.
He lays there, unconscious. I feel the tears rolling down my face at the sight of Robin.
