𝘍ⁱⁿⁿ .ᐟ

    “  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  ⁾

   for  a  moment  he  could  resignate  with  that.  drinking  first  thing  in  the  morning  and  last  thing  at  night.  it  was  a  sad,  sad  life.  the  household  became  less  bright  when  his  mother  passed  on.  natural  causes  were  one  thing  but  the  nature  of  her  death.ᐣ  it  was  like  going  through  grief  all  over  again  only  years  later.  “  yeah,  i  guess  you  get  it.  always  sleeping. ”
            
            while  finn  was  no  drinker  he  had  before,  not  in  a  way  that  even  loosely  qualified  him  as  an  alcoholic.  his  sister  dragged  him  off  to  a  party  or  two  so  of  course  he  felt  like  he  had  to  be  there.  to  keep  an  eye  on  here.  his  job  as  a  protector  was  something  he  took  very  seriously  especially  when  it  came  to  her.  but  before  that  when  his  dad  actually  had  beers  in  the  house  he'd  stolen  more  than  a  couple.  not  to  say  he  was  completely  clean  or  anything.  weed  was  his  thing,  he  smoked  and  smoked  and  smoked  so  he  could  forget.  so  for  a  moment  maybe  his  mind  could  drift  into  a  state  of  peace.  a  bad  habit,  but  everyone  had  one  and  this  was  his.  sometimes  if  he  got  stoned  enough  he'd  pass  out  that  was  his  brains  break  from  overthinking,  overanalyzing.  the  cop  was  good  for  nothing  what  a  surprise  that  was.  right.ᐣ 
            
            his  one  singular  hope  cruising  down  the  street,  turning  around  and  heading  back  up  the  road  in  which  it'd  came  from.  a  hushed  'dammit'  fell  from  the  boy's  lips  before  he  was  flat  out  confronted  on  his  lies.
            
            instead  of  denying  (  which  maybe  he  should've  done  )  he  met  his  eyes.  “  you're  not  exactly  being  honest  either.  i  don't  owe  the  truth  to  a  stranger.  you  won't  even  tell  me  what  you're  really  doing  here. ”
            
            ⁽  @sinnerscult  ⁾

my   old   man   was   like   yers   too、 he   drank   himself   to   sleep   almost   every   night.
            
            ﹙ Remmick  wasn’t  lying  or  exaggerating  in  that  sense  either  ׅ   People  thought  the  growing  problem  of  alcoholism  was  bad  enough  in  the  U.S.、it  was  nothing  compared  to  Ireland  around  the  time  he  grew  up  ׅ   Back  then  they  didn’t  even  care  how  old  you  had  to  be  he  knew  dozens  of  kids  younger  than  Finn  who  were  already  full  blown  alcoholics  ׅ   Well、not  in  the  traditional  sense  at  least  given  rehabs  weren’t  even  a  thing  invented  when  he  was  growing  up  ׅ   All  those  years  piled  up  into  centuries  and  still  he  remembers  it  like  yesterday  ׅ  Upon  seeing  the  boy’s  eyes  wander  off  he  turns  his  head  to  the  direction  he’s  looking  at、where  he’d  watch  as  an  officer’s  patrol  car  came  into  view  only  to  merely  drive  pass  by  before  leaving  no  later  than  the  few  minutes  it  drove  down  the  road  ׅ   Oh  wasn’t  that  a  tragedy ׅ   He  could  hear  the  man  click  his  teeth、shaking  his  head  in  utter  disappoint ׅ ﹚
            
            ya   know   somehow   I’d   think   yer   country’s   law   enforcement   actually   did   their   job   but   I   suppose   no   matter   where   you   find   yourself   it’s   always   gon   be   every   man   for   themselves   ׅ ׅ ׅ    darn、 what   a   shame  ׅ 
            
            here   I   was   actually   hopin   they’d   come !
            
            guess   all   them   lies   ya   told   me   were   for   nothing   ׅ 

  “  yea.  he  kinda  always  has  been.  especially  after  having  one  too  many.  ”  finney  could  recall  those  days.  the  days  where  his  dad  would  spend  all  day  binge  drinking  and  by  the  time  he  and  gwen  got  home  he  was  properly  drunk.  this  alone  knocked  him  out  cold,  usually  on  the  sofa.  despite  his  heavy  slumber  he  and  his  sister  still  tiptoed  around  him  out  of  habit  as  when  he  was  awake  he  wanted  complete  silence.  which  was  sort  of  hard,  everything  made  noise.  including  his  loud  mouthed  sister.  unfortunately  he  wasn't  as  tough  as  he  felt  he  should've  been.  alas,  here  he  was.  still  as  afraid  as  he  was  when  he  was  13.  feeling  much  like  a  little  boy  again.  that  is  when  his  eyes  caught  a  car  inching  into  the  quiet  neighborhood.  finally.  but  it  drove  right  past  him,  turned  around  and  headed  right  back  to  where  it  had  came  from.  in  the  beginning  finney  had  made  several  distressed  calls.  he'd  been  in  such  a  bad  mental  state  he'd  begun  to  hallucinate.  eventually  the  authorities  stopped  taking  his  calls  seriously.  often  driving  by  to  make  sure  everything  was  fine  and  not  even  bothering  to  get  our.  they'd  really  just  left  him  here.  so  much  for  calling  for  help,  right.ᐣ  guess  he  only  could  depend  on  himself  nowadays. 
            
            ⁽  @sinnerscult  ⁾

    “  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.