Finney blake just moved in denver, he was still new to denver and was walking around. His phone's notification went CRAZY. He checked his phone and saw 200+ notifications on his phone, he then decided to go back home to check them.. wonder what happend (FINNEY x GHOST BOYS) THE BLACK PHONE

Robin was never taken in this AU The aftermath of the kidnapping, but Robin Was never taken. Also the other boys won't be a big part of the fanfic except for the odd mention, and no...they didn't survive... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TW: Death Kidnapping Gr@bber Gore PTSD (panic attacks) Abuse I don't own any of the characters in this book.

THIS ISNT MY FANFIC IT IS OWNED AND MADE BY "starsthatlinethesky" ON AO3 I WANTED TO PUT IT ON WATTPAD INCASE OTHERS LIKED THE BLACK PHONE (2022) SCENTS I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND ANY THAT ARE REALLY GOOD ALSO THIS IS A BLACK PHONE FANFIC SO OBVIOUS TW

//Cover art not mine The Black Phone Fix-It AU He was laying on the cold, damp mattress in a basement of a house, a house that wasn't his own. The grabber came down to tell him he had cameras and showed him where he put all the traps. And then...he kills him with an axe. Or Finney travels back in time to save the boys

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙚𝙙? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮? 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 ! TW !: abuse, s.a, rape, violence, strong language, self harm, etc. this content is made for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is advised. Rankings: #1 vance - november 19, 2023 #4 vancehopper - november 19, 2023 #1 vinney - november 23, 2023 #2 theblackphone - november 25, 2023 #1 finney - december 22, 2023 #4 rinney - january 15, 2024 #3 tbp - february 23, 2024

NOT MINE ITS ZEESKEIT ON ao3 Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words "POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC" splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, "are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don't think-I'm not sure-what if I can't write poetry?" Mr. Sam's dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it's not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it's about if you want to." or: The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. NOT MINE ITS MY ZEESKEIT ON ao3

It wasn't supposed to be him. He hadn't spent his life to do this one thing for his village. To save it from the gods wrath. It wasn't supposed to be him. But the old priest had died the day before, unexpectedly throwing their safety into a fragile knifes edge. They had to do something. Give something, to the Blood God. And who would miss little six year old, troublemaker orphan, Tommy?

A dead girl's diary leaves a boy in pieces. Translations: Czech- @SabikM

alone /əˈləʊn/ Learn to pronounce adjective adjective: alone having no one else present. "He was alone that evening" After his brothers left Tommy was left to find comfort. And strangely a football flying towards his face was all it took. ((American Football AU but I'm British)

With that Tommy saw the flickering light fly closer to Tubbo, but in a fast motion, Tommy jumped in the way putting himself in front of the flying unknown thing. To soon realize he got hit in the chest with it and to then also realize that the chill shouldn't of been ignored by the blonde. "Techno, Tubbo?" Tubbo turned around to face Tommy to see what he needed, but was meet with him on the ground with a arrow in his chest. "TOMMY!!?" Quickly, Tommy was falling in and out of consciousness and was finally meet with a field of blackness. "Tommy! You have to get up! PLEASE!!" Tubbo screeched hoping that his best friend could hear him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Started- Jan.8 2021 : Finished- Feb. 13 2021}