Finney:
I stare at the bruised body in my arms. I rush him over to the gross mattress. I slide his clothes on, allowing him to attach himself to me. "What did he do to you?" I murmur, eyeing the disgusting man as he walks back upstairs.
I rub small circles on his back. He lays unconscious on my lap. "F-Fin?" He whispers. "Robin!" I sigh in relief, tucking the hair out of his face.
"Are you okay?! What did he do to you?! I'm so sorry," I ramble. "I'm fine," he mutters, holding onto me tighter.
"Thank god," I sigh. "I'm sorry, did I worry you?" He murmurs. "Hell yes you worried me," I respond, tightening my grip on him.
The phone rings loudly from the corner. "The phone doesn't work, the lines cut," Robin explains. "One minuet," I say, scowling removing myself from Robin's body.
I pick up the phone. "Hello?" I whisper into the speaker.
"Hey," a quiet voice responds. "Who are you?!" I ask, confused. "I don't remember," the strange boy says.
"What do you remember?" I ask. "Your arm is mint," he mumbles. "You almost had me."
"Your Bruce! Bruce Yamada!" I exclaim. Robin stares at me with a strange expression. "Bruce... yes... I'm Bruce," he whispers. "Your arm is mint, you almost had me," he repeats before the line goes dead.
"Bruce, Bruce was on the other line." I mumble, turning towards Robin. "But he's.. hes dead," Robin mumbles.
"I think the phone can communicate with the grabbers past victims,"
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De TodoRobin was walking to the store, or at least he was before he went missing. Robin Arellano went missing two weeks ago. Nobody knows if he's dead or alive. Finney was looking with asearch party for Robin. Suddenly, a black van pulls up to him. He pus...
