𝙁𝐈𝐍𝐍.ᐟ

   “  i  picked  it  back  up.  dad  said  it  was  a  good  idea  since  it's  something  i  like  and  it'll  get  me  out  more.  i  am  a  house  person  and  im  starting  to  think  it's  a  problem.  ”  he'd  toss  the  ball  up  into  the  air  and  catch  it  with  the  opposite.  
            
            @brrrat 

@phantomrings        didn’t know you were still into baseball.  you look all— [she’d gesture to all of him,  the words not forming fast enough] y’know,   house person.          but by the looks of it you’ll do good—great.     .. amazing.   out of this world

  “  the  thought  in  your  head.  i  can't  hear  your  thoughts.  ”  finney  turned  fully  her  way,  clutching  a  baseball  in  his  hand.  “  practicing  my  pitch.  i  have  a  game  tomorrow.  ”
            
            @brrrat 

    “  almost.ᐣ  that's  big  coming  from  you.  you  scared  the  shit  out  of  me  by  the  way.  a  heads  up  would've  been  nice.  ”  once  everything  was  thrown  his  way  he  sifted  through  it  all. “  wow  you  weren't  kidding  you  brought  a  lot. ”  he  seemed  particularly  interested  in  the  bubblegum  and  his  hand  finds  the  lighter.  
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@phantomrings  still boyish.  [she looked around like it was a museum exhibit.  totally not holding in a laugh about his batman socks, either.  she stops to stare at a poster, ]   thundercats ..   sick.     almost overrides your taste in pizza.  [she takes off her coat, folding it in half.  before digging in her pockets and taking out a ziplock bag of crackers,  some candies — a lighter .   aaand three flavors of bubblegum.  tossing them his way]    

    so  much  for  being  quiet.  finney  shifted  so  he  was  sitting  criss  cross  on  his  bed  where  she  couldn't  see  his  socks.  “  no.  i  don't  know  what  you're  talking  about.  and  you  shhh.  you're  being  loud.ᐟ ”  his  room  wasn't  super  decorated,  a  couple  posters,  clutter  on  his  nightstand  but  it  was  just  schoolwork.  a  couple  miscellaneous  things.  boyish.  “  yeah,  maybe  because  i  live  in  it.ᐣ  ”
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

﹙ After  handing  over  the  coins  to  him  he  could  see  and  feel  it’s  authenticity  for  himself、the  way  it  had  smooth  ridges  on  it’s  front  and  back  while  the  edges  were  a  bit  rougher  like  fresh  manufactured  refinery ׅ   It  had  engraved  writings  on  the  edges  flat  surface  that  were  in  Latin  surrounding  the  face  of  a  bearded  man  known  as  Septimius  Severus  while  on  the  backside  had  the  depiction  of  some  bird-looking  deity  in  the  middle  between  two  stick  pillars ׅ   The  exterior  felt  thicker  than  most  coins  you’d  find  today、it  didn’t  even  look  like  ones  made  decades  ago、more  raw  and  near  ancient  looking  ׅ  Strangest  part  of  all  was  it  looks  to  be  in  perfect  condition  ׅ  No  scratches、stains、cracks  or  smudges ׅ   Making  it  shiny  in  what  small  bit  of  light  there  is ׅ ﹚
            
            You   can   see   for   yourself   once   I   leave.
            
            No   amount   of   pressure   is   enough   to   break   that   solid   gold—-   take   a   hammer   and   it   won’t   leave   so   much  as   a   dent.   Sell   em   and   you’ll   be   set、the   last   I   checked   they    were   worth   over   half   a   million-   could   be   whole   lot   more   nowadays.  ﹙ he  reassured  whilst  gripping  the  string  rope  around  him  as  he’d  take  a  step  back、not  forward  shockingly ׅ  All  things  considered  it  is  certainly  uncharacteristic  of  him  to  simply  walk  away  from  a  quarry ׅ ׅ ׅ  ﹚
            
            Family   is   something   far   more   complicated   than   folks   make   it   to   be、 still    you’d   do   anything   for   em、 right ??   ﹙ he’d   know  ׅ   Every  action  and  waking  moment  of  his  life  is  all   in  their  names、the  love  he   has   never  died  along  with  them  or  himself  ׅ ﹚

    “  don't  be  sorry.  it's  just  the  truth.  ive  had  to  depend  on  myself  for  so  long  i  couldn't  imagine  it  any  other  way.  god,  why  am  i  even  telling  you  this.ᐣ  ”  this  was  a  stranger,  one  that  clearly  didn't  have  his  best  interests  at  heart.  but  there  was  a  shift  in  that  freezing  air.  that  expression  shifted  as  he  studied  him.  not  taking  a  step  forward  but  instead  leaning  over  to  try  and  get  a  better  look  at  him.  not  after  all  he'd  endured  that  is.
            
             now  he  had  no  choice  to  approach  to  get  a  good  look  at  the  objects.  he'd  blow  some  of  his  curly  stray  hair  from  his  face  and  he  carefully  took  them,  holding  them  in  his  palms. although  he  should  be  studying  the  gifts  his  eyes  glued  to  him.  what  if  this  was  a  trick  when  he  tried  to  look  closer  he'd  knock  him  out  and  drag  him  away.  
            
            something  wasn't  right  here,  about  him.  another  this.  but  now  it  didn't  feel  so  negative.  that  smile  that  had  unsettled  him  deeply  was  gone.  this  very  much  could  be  an  act.  so  he  approached  very  carefully.  unsure.  a  feeling  in  his  gut  he  couldn't  quite  shake.  then  again  he  was  absolutely  ready  to  strike  if  needed.  curiosity  killed  the  cat  but  he  was  no  cat.
            
            “  thank  you.ᐣ  if  that's true  we  do  need  the  money.  ”  his  father  was  reluctant  about  him  or  his  sister  getting  any  job  after  everything  up  at  the  camp  so  it  was  quite  literally  just  their  father  providing,  paying  the  bills.  if  he  sold  these  he  would  be  able  to  help.  that's  something.
            
            now  brown  eyes  focused  in  and  he  flipped  one  of  the  coins  right  on  over  to  have  a  good  long  look.
            
            @sinnerscult 

…  Gosh   ’m—-   really   sorry   to   hear   that.
            
            Truly、 I   am  ...   parents   may   not   be   perfect   but   that   don’t   change   the   fact   every   kid   deserves   caring   guardian   figures.
            
            ﹙ He  wasn’t  sure  what  kind  of  answer  he  was  expecting  from  the  boy ׅ  Certainly  not  that  by  the  looks  of  it、his  smile  ceased  to  be  and  was  replaced  with  something  more  sentimental ׅ  Something  more  humane  than  anything  he’d  shown  previously  ׅ  Like  his  words  had  reached  a  spot  deep  within  his  cold、dead  heart  to  where  he  almost  thinks  to  himself  for  a  moment  ׅ  Frozen  the  way  icicles  were  on  the  porch  ceiling  ׅ  Not  a  single  thought  anyone  can  decipher  behind  those  dark  eyes、having  recalled  times  long  ago  before  people  of  this  generation  were  just  a  thought  ׅ  
            
            Remmick  eventually  managed  to  pull  himself  from  lord  knows  what  ׅ   A  sigh  escapes  his  lips  as  he’d  reach  into  his  pocket、not  long  after  rummaging  he  held  out  his  closed  hand  and  open  to  reveal   four  large、flat  faced  spheres  that  were  lustrous  yellow  it  shines  almost  ׅ   It  was  coins  ׅ  Not  just  any  either-  they  looked  to  be  even  older  than  this  town  altogether! ﹚
            
            ah   know   ya   probably   aren’t   gonna   believe   me   when   I   say   this   but   this   here   is   gold、 real   gold   my   father   gave   me   before   he  …   ﹙  thickly  swallows  ׅ   eyes  flicker  for  a  moment  of  sorrow ﹚ the   point   is   ah   want   you   to   have   em.   you   can   sell   these   to   any   jewel   clerk   an’   you’ll   probably   have   more   than   enough   to   get   whatever    ya   want   or   go   wherever   you’d   like  …   it’d   even   be   ‘nuff   to   help   yer   whole   family   with   any   financial   needs   ya’ll   might   have.

    “  yeah..  everyone  around  here  pretends  it  didn't  happen.  because  he's  dead.  but  that  doesn't  mean  the  things  he  did  died  with  him.  the  families  of  those  boys,  it's —  disgusting.  he  was  disgusting.  the  only  people  that  talk  about  it  are  the   kids  at  school.  they  think  it's  a  joke. ”
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@phantomrings  [ ‘it was me’.     it was the only thing,  colder than the entire town covered in snow.   it was him.  the one who got away,  the one who lived long enough to tell the tale.   the one everyone forgot about… moved on from.    there are many ways to respond to the trauma of others. maxine doesn’t know how to express any of them.   so she sits there.  knees drawn to her chest]       … holy shit.   

    “  yeah.  all  that  shit  was  real  and  it  was  happening  right  under  the  cops'  nose  too.  boys  kept  going  missing  and  all  they  got  was  a  segment  in  the  morning  paper. bruce  yamada,  billy  showalter,  griffin  stagg,  vance  hopper  and  robin  arellano.  the  were  all  victims  of  the  grabber.  there  was  almost  a  sixth  boy.  almost.  but  he  fought  his  way  out  of  that  man's  filthy  basement  and  the  cops  still  take  credit  for  it.  ”  finney  scooped  some  snow  into  his  hand.  “  it  was  me,  max. ”  he  uttered,  looking  to  the  side. 
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

  “  im  coming —  im  coming  okay.ᐣ  im  trying  not  to  fall.  ”  a  long  time  ago  of  not  he  would  definitely  be  keeping  his  fingers  tucked  in  if  he  so  happened  to  fall  out  there.  or  even  if  he  managed  to  fall  before  they  go to  the  rink.  “  the  last  time  i  wore  heels  was  never.  so  that  doesn't  really  help  me  now  does  it.ᐣ  ”  it  was  humorous  to  see  a  guy  who  was  hardly  expressive  struggling  to  walk  in  these  things.  especially  since  he  was  so  unexpressive.  the  fear  flashed  in  dark  eyes  each  time  he  almost  ate  shit  and  stumbled  forward.  it  felt  like  the  longest  walk  from  the  bench  to  the  actual  ice  and  he  grasped  onto  the  wall  on  the  very  outside  of  the  rink,  the  edge  here  would  be  his  best  friend.  “  im  fine.  i..  ill  just  go  /  really  /  slow. ”  he  bent  his  knees  slightly  like  she'd  said  as  he  pushed  himself  with  the  help  of  the  wall.  okay,  okay.  now  all  he  had  to  do  was  stay  upright  and  it  was  a  win.
            
            ⁽  @brrrat  ⁾

@phantomrings  (uuuhhhhmmm——!)   come on! before we lose our spot.  [out of sight and out of mind.  the finger-slice scandal was eight years ago, anyway——practically ancient history.]  shit, i mean—the last time i wore heels was Easter Sunday (i think), how hard can it be?  [she helps him walk toward the rink.  & each stumble of a step had her fighting for her spot in heaven.  it was hilarious watching him struggle.  how the slightest hint of fear in his eyes ruined the entire unbothered, nonchalant expression he tried to keep.   eventually, they reached the rink. a whole different territory.  the sleekness of the ice made it easier to fall.  that was when she really had to hold onto him]  see? what i say? magic johnson.  you can hold onto the edge if you’re scared. i wont show off——pinky promise. 

   “  an  expert.ᐣ  did  his  finger.. stay  on.ᐣ ”  each  word  that  left  her  mouth  was  more  confusing  than  the  last.  a  rookie  mistake  that  ended  in  loss  of  a  finger.ᐣ  that  didn't  seem  like  a  risk  he  wanted  to  take.  he  rather  enjoyed  having  his  fingers  y'know..  connected  to  his  body.  “  yeah  laugh  it  up.  i  told  you  ive  never  been  on  ice  skates.  it's  my  first  time  and  you're  laughing.ᐣ  you  don't  look  too  stable  yourself  over  there. ”  he'd  scoff  as  she  steadied  herself.  dark  eyes  flickered  down.  “  oh  yeah  because  i  walk  in  heels  all  the  time.  that's  my  favorite  past  time.  ”  his  hands  braced  either  side  of  himself  as  he  slowly  stood  up  and  he  wobbly,  bending  his  knees  slightly.  but  he  ended  up  tumbling  forward  only  slightly  and  he  grasped  her  hands  finally  balancing  out  it  seemed.  without  dragging  her  down  with  him.  this  time.
            
            ⁽ @brrrat  ⁾

*     dances 

in  my  portrayal  he's  18,  a  year  after the  events  of  the  black  phone  2!  

this  anon  will  discuss  dark  topics,  drug  use,  mentions  or  hints  to  sa,  sh and  suicide. but  never  graphic  depictions  of  such.  my  portrayal  follows  the  events  of  the  black  phone  2,  plot  may  be  mentioned  so  beware  of  spoilers!

FINNEY  BLAKE!!  ⁽ THE  GRABBER'S  SURVIVING  VICTIM. ⁾  KILLER  OF  THE  ONE  WHO  KILLED.