I watch as Finney picks up the eggs. He finishes and offers me some. I take it and shove some in my mouth. It tastes plain, but it's better than nothing. I eat half and he eats half. And we split the fizzy water. After we both go to bed back to back, drained. In the middle of the night I hear a dripping sound. Finn seemed to have heard it too, because I saw him look up at the phone.

"Whats that sound?" I ask still have asleep but alerted as well. "I have no clue?" Finney responds. He uses his pen to look around and follows the cracks on the walls to find a body floating mid-air. What the fuck is that?!? He gasps and I jump as we see it. The arm on the body points towards the phone and we get up to look at it. Finn picks it up and says, "hello?" Before turning back around to see the body is gone.

"Hello?" He repeats. "You don't have much time." Didn't one of my dreams say that? "The Grabber hasn't been sleeping. He thinks this might be it. That he's gonna figure it out." "Who's gonna figure it out?" Finn asks. "His brother upstairs." The voice suddenly laughs. "Are you Griffin?" Finn asks, "who?" The voice questions. "Griffin Stagg." Finn tells him.

"Probably. It's all a little hazy. But I imagine you know all our names." The voice says back. "Every kid does." I tell him, "We didn't know you." Finn tells Griffin. "Nobody did. You spend so many years invisible, and then every kid in the state knows your name." He says. "You don't have much time."

"Why hasn't he killed us?" Finn asks. "You won't play the game. You have to play the game. If you don't play, he can't win." "What game?" I ask "Naughty boy, well naughty girl for you." He says to me. "If you don't play Naughty boy. The Grabber can't beat you. And if he can't beat you, he can't move on to the next part." Griffin says to Finn. "And the next part of Naughty boy, is his favorite part." "Whats the next part? Finn asks but Griffin only laughs.

"You. Don't. Have. Much. Time." Griffin states. "You said that." Finney says back. "Hes not been sleeping." "You said that, too" I tell him. "Yeah, well he is now. In his chair. He passed out waiting for you to play." Griffin tells us. "What good does that do us?" Finn questions, "wait, the door is still unlocked." "The door is still unlocked" Griffin repeats Finney. "Do we just go?" I ask.

"There's a combination lock, on the inside of the storm door. It was my bike lock." "Your bike lock?" Finn says, "Yeah. He took it when he took me." Griffin says. "Whats the combination?" I ask hurriedly. "I don't remember." "Griffin!" Finney raises his voice.

"I remember being afraid I'd forget it. That's why I wrote it down." He tells us. "What? Where?" Finney asks, "I carved it with a bottle cap in the wall." "Which wall? Which wall!?" I ask Griffin. "The one on the right, about shoulder height when you're sitting down." Finney quickly throws the phone on the bed and I run over. He scans the wall with his flashlight. Finding it quickly, .

Finney starts saying it outloud to memorize it. We run back to the phone. "Two, three, three, one, seven?" I ask. "If you say so" Griffin says back. "But is it 23-31-7 or 23-3-17 or 2-33-17? Finn asks. "I can't remember." "Griffin!" "I can't remember! You'll have to try them all. And you'll have to be very quiet about it." Griffin warns. "Yeah. Okay, thanks." Finney says before hanging up. "Alright, let's go." Finn says to me.

We start to go up and I recite the numbers in my head. 2-3-3-1-7 2-3-3-1-7 2-3-3-1-7

Finn opens the door and it creaks slightly. We walk up the stairs as quiet as possible, slowly opening the door. As it opens we see the Grabber sitting there breathing heavily, asleep. In hand is a belt, and he has his mask on with a frown. He twitches a bit then snorts in his sleep. Making us jump a bit before quietly walking around him.

We pause making sure he's still asleep before continuing. As we walk forward Finn hurries a bit to start opening the door. I look around, I see a map with photos and lines all around it. Who's that from? Finn opens the wooden door, then gets to the storm door and starts. The first combination doesn't work, so he moves to the second. It doesn't work either. He puts in the last one and it clicks open, but as it does the dog barks waking up the Grabber. Before he can even turn around we run out of there.

"HELLPPP!!! Finney screams. "SOMEONE ANYONE!!" I yell as the Grabber is right behind us in his van. The Grabber stops his van swiftly right in front of our path making us run into it. I grunt as I fall on the floor but quickly get up and pull Finney up. "Let's go!" I yell at him. He gets up and we start running again.

Except this time the Grabber is running after us right behind us. "HELP THE GRABBER!" I scream. "HELP US!" Finney shouts. But before we can shout anymore he tackles us to the floor, I try to shake out of his grasp with Finn, but he pulls out a knife. "You say one fucking word..." He stops to look at the light that turned on. "...and I will gut you like a pig, right here in the street." He turns to me, "and strangle you with your own intestines." He looks up at another light that has turned on.

I want to scream, but resist and sit there. Slowly, one by one the light turn off. He then turns us over and says, "Nighty Night, Naughty boy and girl!" And proceeds to knock us unconscious.

I wake up disoriented. I feel my nose to and see blood on my hand. "Son of a bitch" Finney says next to me. And then the phone rings. "No, Fuck you!" The ringing continues. "Goddamn it!" He gets up and picks up the phone. "What?! You gonna say something??" Finney asks. "Do you even know who you are?"

"What the shit kinda of question is that?" A voice responds. "Do you even know who you are?" The voice asks agitated. "I'm Finney Blake." Finn says, "Yeah, well nice to fucking meet you Finney Blake. Right here! This is it." He says, "This is what?" I ask. "The horrifying nightmare end of your pathetic little life!" He tell us. "Holy shit, that's Vance Hopper!" I tell Finn, "I remember you! You used to scare me." Finney tells him. "Trust me, Finney Blake. If you knew what you had coming. You'd be fucking terrified! Today's the day motherfucker!" He yells.

"Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?" He asks, "We've tried everything." Finn says defeated. "No, not everything! When the Grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me, too." Vance tells us. "What did you do?" I ask, "Oh that fucker had spent a fortune to repair all the damages." "What did you do?" Finn repeats for me. "I'm getting to that, cunt wad!" He yells. "Or do you have some other important shit you have to do right now?" Vance asks.

"No, no, no, no I'm...I'm listening." "There's an outlet in the shitter, across from the john." He tells us. "Yeah, I've seen it." Finney responds. "On the other side of that wall, there's a storage room. You can't get into that room, because there's a big ass upright freezer in the way." Vance continues. "Okay," Finney says. "Break into the wall about two feet above the outlet. Till you get to a panel with screws in it. Get the panel off, you're into the freezer." He finishes.

"And then out into the storage room." Finn says. "Thank you," we both say. "For what?" Vance asks, "for helping us." "Helping you? This isn't about you! Fuck him!" He screams. A loud ringing goes through both of our heads, causing us to do drop to the floor. Then two bottles fly at us hitting right next to our faces.

After calming down we both go into the bathroom. Jumping over the hole to get to the outlet. "What are we gonna use to break into the wall?" I ask. "This" He says grabbing the top of the toilet. I nod as I watch him slowly break into the wall. We each take turns after a while, getting deeper and deeper after each turn.

After a few hours of working and drinking toilet water for energy we make it to the panel. Finn tries to use his pen but it doesn't work. I sit there thinking before turning to the toilet and unscrewing pieces until I find the right one. I hand it to Finn and he starts unscrewing the nails. Once the panel is out he takes off the vent and throws out some of the meat.

He crawls in and starts banging on the freezer door. Trying to get it to open. "(Y/n), you try!" He grunts out of breath. He moves out and I try for a while, before giving up completely while panting. "Finn, I can't. It's locked." I tell him. I get out and sit next to him on the wall. He starts sobbing and I try to comfort him. But fail miserably as I realize we aren't getting out of here. So I sit next to him with my arm around his back crying. With no hope that we're gonna get out.

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