Finn POV:
(A/N: sorry I skipped a bit of the Vance area, don't come at me plz)
The freezer door remained stubbornly sealed, but I refused to give up, relentlessly banging on it, my body drenched in sweat from fear. My breath grew shallow, and as the coldness intensified, desperation fueled my determination. Then, I heard a small voice softly murmuring from behind the freezer, causing my face to freeze in disbelief. "Finn?" I whispered, feeling a rush of joy surge through my veins. "Y/n! Are you there?!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking with a mix of relief and tears.
"It's me," she coughed weakly. "Y/n, are you okay?" I shouted, my emotions overflowing. On the other side of the concrete wall, Y/n was trapped, the freezer serving as an unwelcome barrier between us. "Y/n, I can't believe you're alive. Did he hurt you? Are you alright?" I bombarded her with questions, my words overlapping in my urgency. "He... he's done some things, but I'll survive," she responded with a hint of vulnerability.
Her words struck a chord within me, evoking a fierce protectiveness for this innocent girl. "What kind of things?" I asked, unsure if I truly wanted to hear the answer. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," her voice trembled towards the end. "Okay, but once we escape, you have to show me, alright? We'll find a way out of here. You'll get out of here, no matter what happens to me. I believe it," I reassured her, my voice filled with determination. "If we ever get out, I'll make sure you're the first one to be free. Did you know I can talk to the boys who died? They've been helping me, Y/n!" I exclaimed with excitement. "That man, the grabber, he's going to pay for everything he did to you, me, and the other kids. He's sick, and justice will be served."
She sighed, her tone filled with resignation. "And what if we, Finn, what if I don't make it out alive?"
"Listen, I'm gonna find a way to get you out of there, okay? Stay positive, don't worry about it," I reassured her, trying to sound confident despite my own fear. "Is there any way you can move whatever's blocking the door? Maybe it's a lock or something. Anything?" The room fell silent, except for the sound of her body shifting and the clinking of chains as she winced. "I... I can't. It's locked, and my arms are still tied up. I'm sorry, Finn," she replied with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
Resting my head against the door, I ignored the biting cold that was causing me to shiver. "Can you at least try?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. There was no immediate response, but then I heard her shuffle once more, accompanied by a groan as she hit the floor. "I'm sorry, Finn—" she was abruptly cut off. "He's coming. Go!" I could hear the panic in her voice as the locks started to click. "Stay safe for me, okay?" I whispered, pressing my forehead against the icy wall.
Slowly, I eased myself out of the freezer, a sinking feeling of dread enveloping me. The hope of either of us surviving began to fade, replaced by a gnawing fear. Collapsing on the floor, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, draining the last ounce of energy from my body. I couldn't stop crying, feeling dizzy and sick. Y/n was the only person I cared about, the only one on my mind.
Hugging my knees tightly to my chest, I realized that I had gone through all of this for nothing. It was such a foolish thing to do, and I felt incredibly foolish myself, especially for giving Y/n false hope. What if that was the last time I ever spoke to her? The weight of reality settled upon me, and I knew that I would die in this wretched place.
Tears continued to flow as I curled up into a ball, crying like a helpless child, afraid of everything. All I wanted was to make Y/n happy, even if it meant lying. But now, with the harsh truth staring me in the face, I understood that my fate was sealed. I ignored the phone as it rang, trying to calm myself.
The phone rang once more, but I needed a moment to collect myself. I took a deep breath, looking down at the phone, and reluctantly made my way towards it. Leaning my head against the black device, I answered with a weary tone, "What?" Y/n's cries reached my ears, twisting my stomach into further knots. The clanging of the metal tray reverberated through the basement walls, amplifying my frustration and helplessness. "WHAT?" I exclaimed, my voice cracking with a mix of anger and sadness.
"Hey Finn, what's going on?" A familiar voice broke through the chaos. My heart skipped a beat as Robin's sweet voice filled my ears. "Robin?" I questioned, tears threatening to spill once again. "Hey buddy," he said soothingly. "Don't cry." I took a shaky breath, trying to regain composure. "I'm not," I managed to utter between sobs, hastily wiping away my tears. "Yes, you are. I can see you," he responded, the phone crackling with static. "You can?" I asked, my voice filled with both surprise and relief. "I'm with you. I've been with you this whole time," his words brought a sense of comfort, a connection I had long lost.
"You have?" I inquired, seeking reassurance. "A man never leaves a friend behind," he assured me. "My dad didn't leave his buddies behind when he went to Nam. That's why he didn't come home." His words sparked a twinge of pity for my father, despite all he had done.
'And I'm not coming home either.'
I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears as reality sunk in. "And I'm not going to leave you behind," he reassured me, but my hope had dwindled. "We'll be together again soon," I replied, my voice filled with resignation. "Fuck that, you ain't going down like I did," he declared, his words offering some comfort, yet I couldn't fully believe him. "I've tried everything, and nothing has worked," I confessed before he interrupted me. "Yet," he interjected, his voice filled with determination. "Robin, I..."
"Do you remember what I told you?" he interrupted once again. "That I needed to see Chainsaw Texas Massacre," I recalled from memory. "Before that," he urged, and I wracked my brain to remember anything else. "That someday I have to stand up for myself," I replied, the words coming back to me.
"Well, that someday is today, Finn."
Those words sparked a glimmer of hope within me. "Today is the day you stop taking shit from anybody," he proclaimed. "But I'm not a fighter like you, Robin. I couldn't even stand up to him," I admitted, my gaze falling to the ground. "You've always been a fighter, Finn. That's what we have in common. While we were friends, you were always afraid to throw a punch, but you always knew how to take one," he continued, his voice trailing off. "And you always got back up, every time."
I tapped my fingers against the phone anxiously, feeling uncertain about his expectations. "I'm not strong enough," I whispered. "You have to be. You're getting out of here. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me," he urged, but my pessimism had taken hold. "What does it matter?" I questioned.
"Because I don't want to die for nothing!" his words sent shivers down my spine. "I want to at least have died for a friend," he said, his voice calming. "And because I can't kill that hijo de puta (son of a bitch), you're going to have to do it for me," he confessed, his pain evident. Now, I had to live, not just for myself, but for him. "How?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Then you practice," he said, and I took hesitant steps forward. "Over and over," he continued, his voice becoming more assertive. "Raise the phone, take a fast step back, step forward, step back, and swing," he instructed, his voice rising in volume. "Give it a try," he urged. "Now?" I asked, my throat parched. "Yes," he replied. "Raise the phone, take a fast step back, step forward, step back, and swing!" I imitated the motions, trying to envision how they would look.
"Again," he commanded. I repeated the sequence, my energy building up. "Again!" I raised the phone, repeated the steps, and swung with determination. "Again." Once more, I executed the moves, pouring all my energy into it.
His voice fell silent, and I slowly lowered my fist, holding the phone to my ear. "You got it. Now fill the phone with dirt, just like I told you," he said. "Will I still be able to talk to you?" I anxiously inquired, hoping for a positive answer, although deep down, I sensed it wouldn't be that simple. As I walked along, a small sigh came through the phone.
"This is the last call, Finn," he declared.
"From here on out, it's all up to you." His words brought a familiar pang of sorrow to my chest. "I'll miss you, Robin," I muttered, gazing at the phone. "Then get out for me," his voice urged. "Use what we gave you." His words welled tears in my eyes, but I maintained a strong composure. "I will." And with that, I heard his final words. "Bye, Finn," he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. "Bye, Robin," I replied, placing the phone down. if I broke the phone, would I ever be able to talk to any of them again? Slowly, I approached the door again, hoping to check on her, but all I encountered was silence.
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Y/n:
I let out a quiet curse as I glanced at my arm, the marks and scars etching themselves into my memory. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. Sweat trickled down my face as I looked up at the ceiling, desperately trying to distract myself from the bleeding wounds on my arms. I searched for some semblance of comfort, but it became painfully clear that I had no safe haven left, as the only place I ever called home had betrayed me.
Frustration consumed me, and I began banging my head against the door, my anger mounting with each collision. The wood started to splinter, forming a hole that allowed a glimpse of the outside world. But I didn't care. In that moment, I felt the weight of exhaustion overwhelm me, and the world around me blurred as I drifted into unconsciousness, my upper body sprawled outside the hole in the door.
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(A/n: I skipped to the end cuz I'm just yk, thinking forward..)
*coughs in laziness*
Finn POV:
I tossed the cold steak towards the dog, the icy numbness fading from my fingertips as it landed on the floor. With Y/n still nowhere in sight, I quickly scanned the house before my eyes locked onto the door, sirens blaring outside. Acting on instinct, I approached the exit, punched in the code, and stepped outside. My hands were clammy, my shirt stained, but as the warm sun kissed my face, a sense of tranquility washed over me.
Suddenly, I spotted Gwen rising to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she caught sight of me. Amidst the wailing sirens and the presence of police cars, her embrace was the only thing that made me feel safe. As the officers swarmed around me, my gaze widened in shock. "Basement," I managed to utter as they hurried past me towards the house.
Pushed away from the scene, Gwen kept her arm around my shoulder, offering me support. "Wait, there's another girl in the storage room," I urgently informed one of the policemen, following them closely before being whisked away by another officer and wrapped in a blanket.
I sat on the back of a hospital van, anxiously inquiring about the girl to anyone I encountered, waiting for her to emerge. Then, I turned my head and saw my dad sprinting toward us from a distance, gradually slowing down as he approached. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tightly embraced me, his trembling breath expressing remorse. In that moment, I no longer feared him. "I'm so sorry," he choked out, tears streaming down his face as he knelt in front of us. His gaze fixed upon both of us, filled with disappointment in himself.
Gwen held onto me tighter as our dad continued to weep at our feet. Yet, I remained silently staring into the distance, watching as body bags were dragged out from the neighboring house, grateful that I wasn't one of them.
My attention was drawn to a hospital bed being wheeled towards a hospital van, and my focus shifted to the person lying on it - Y/n. It took them quite some time to locate her in the house, and as they finally brought her out, a mix of relief and concern washed over me. With a surge of excitement, I stood up, ready to approach the van, but also a sense of fear for her condition gripped me. "Th-that's her," I stammered, rushing towards the van with Gwen right behind me. "Whoa, that's the same girl from my dreams," she murmured softly as the doctors crowded in front of us, pushing us away from the bed.
The nurses swiftly placed Y/n in the van, and just as they were about to depart, a loud ringing sound echoed. Suddenly, a sense of urgency filled the air, and they hurriedly closed the doors and drove away, leaving tears welling up in my eyes. "We have to follow them, Dad!" I cried out, desperately wanting to stay by Y/n's side. My father hugged me tightly, offering solace in his embrace. "I'm sorry, Finn," Gwen whispered, her voice filled with empathy, but my gaze remained empty as I watched the scene unfold.
Yet, despite the support surrounding me, the sinking feeling in my chest persisted, and there was nothing that could alleviate it.
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(*Two months later*)
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Confidently, I pushed open the school gates, casually strolling past the girls who timidly stepped aside with smiles plastered on their faces. Yet, my thoughts remained consumed by Y/n, the silence between us stretching for what felt like an eternity. All I had were fragments of information from the news and scattered newspaper articles. Supposedly, she was still in the hospital, but the specific location eluded me, and few others even acknowledged her existence. I had shared everything I knew with the police, and that was the extent of my involvement.
Whispers about me being the one who took down the grabber reached my ears, and a sense of satisfaction washed over me as even my harshest bullies kept their distance. With focused steps, I navigated the hallways, entering my classroom without sparing a glance for my classmates. My attention was fixed on my work, shutting out the distractions around me.
Taking my seat next to Donna, she greeted me with a smile. "Hi Finney," she chirped, opening her book. "Call me Finn," I replied, stealing a glance at her pigtails adorned with ribbons. She was beautiful from her long lashes and soft skin, to her red lips and dark hair. I couldn't help but wonder if beneath Y/n's muzzle and unkempt hair, she too possessed such beauty.
Donna blushed, and I shifted my gaze towards the board. My life had become undeniably more exhilarating, but I remained steadfast in my anticipation for Y/n's return, whenever that may be.
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y/n:
Your life had taken a drastic turn for the worse. As you slowly regained consciousness in the hospital, your eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by a flurry of activity. The gas mask had replaced the dreaded muzzle, and instead of chains, needles and stitches adorned your arms like makeshift bandages. Your body felt weak and rigid as you attempted to shift in bed.
After a few moments, a nurse entered the room, clearly surprised to find you awake. "Oh my, she's awake!" the nurse exclaimed, hurrying over to your side. Confusion and a multitude of questions flooded your mind. "How long was I asleep? Where am I?" you blurted out in rapid succession.
The nurse approached you, trying to calm your anxieties. "It's alright, dear. Do you need anything? If you do, just call for me. I have to go get someone, but I'll be right back!" With those words, she swiftly left the room, the door opening and closing, leaving you with a ringing sensation in your head and the distant echoes of footsteps.
Soon, two nurses approached your bed, one engaging in conversation while the other diligently scribbled notes on a notepad. "Hey sweetie, are you okay? Do you remember your name?" one of the nurses inquired. Your gaze darted around the room, searching for any semblance of familiarity. "Wh- I..." Your thoughts muddled, and you struggled to recall your own identity. "N-no, I... I don't think so," you confessed, feeling a sense of frustration and fear creeping in.
The two nurses exchanged a concerned glance. "Alright, honey. Can you count back from ten for me, please?" one of them gently requested. Your gaze wandered once again, uncertainty clouding your mind. "Uh- I..." You began counting, the numbers escaping your lips in a sluggish and disjointed manner. "Hey, do- do you know..." you hesitated, an avalanche of questions on the tip of your tongue.
The nurse nodded, her expression sympathetic. "What I'm about to say might sound a bit crazy, but you've been asleep for two months." The words hit you like a wave, leaving you feeling disoriented and numb. "What?" you uttered, grappling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Yes, you were found unconscious with your body wedged in a door," she continued, her gaze shifting to your arms.
You strained to remember how you ended up in this state, but your memories remained elusive, as if wiped clean. "Your heart stopped beating for a full minute, and given the amount of blood you had lost, we weren't sure if it would start again," the nurse shared, peering into your eyes. "You're incredibly fortunate to be alive."
An awkward silence hung in the air as you cast your gaze downward. Your fingers seemed smaller, more fragile than before. Though your skin bore bruises and discoloration, you couldn't deny the feeling of cleanliness that now enveloped you. Your hair had been brushed and washed, and while you looked worn and battered, at least you were no longer confined in that sinister basement. Band-aids and patches adorned your body, evidence of the significant blood loss you had endured.
"I assume your memory loss is due to the injury," the nurse noted, her eyes fixed on the ground. "Everyone is eager to know about you. There was a boy who mentioned your name was Y/n, is that right?" You stared at your fingers, struggling to grasp any recollections. "Sorry what did he say was m name? I don't really remember anything at all," you confessed.
The nurse let out a sigh, her tone filled with understanding. "Tell me, is there anything, absolutely anything?"
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