mid-canon, robin and finney both kidnapped, robin is alive
part 1/?

this was the tenth time today finney had messed with the phone on the wall. he didn't know what to do with it, not at all, but he felt a strange comfort when he picked it up and tried to listen. he was already in the basement for four days, and each day made him feel more hopeless. he knew he wasn't going to be able to get out, he had done what the past victims told him to do, and all had failed.

he had gotten calls from each of these victims, and the entire time he wondered if robin would ever call. seeing as how all the others that called before were dead, the hope that robin would call soon dwindled. he wanted to hear his best friend's voice, sure, but he didn't want to know that everyone the grabber took ended up dead. he didn't want to accept that his own death day was arriving much sooner than he anticipated.

he was sitting against the wall, on the mattress, when the phone rang. panic shot through him, and he could already feel tears creeping in. he didn't want robin to be dead, and yet he was the person to be kidnapped after vance, who he already got a call from. he stood up at the third ring, and stared at the phone, anticipation crawling all over him, giving him goosebumps. he placed a shaky hand on the phone, and picked it up, holding it to his ear. "hello...?" he muttered. the voice that responded make bile begin to rise in his throat.

"finn? finn is that you?"

finney felt nauseous, lightheaded. robin had spoken to him through the phone. finney was silent for a moment, just hearing robin's "finn?"s and "hello?"s.

"r-robin?" finney mumbled, as though trying to make sure he wasn't making this up.

"finn! fuck, okay, shit, are you alive?" robin asked.

"yeah, i'm alive. are...are you?" finney tried to fight the tears welling in his eyes.

"i am. shit, he wasn't lying." robin muttered. "that bitch told me a minute ago that he had gotten to you." he pulled the phone away from his face a bit. "thank fuck you're alive..." robin breathed out. he seemed out of breath almost, like he was just as panicked to hear finney's voice as finney was to hear his.

"are you still here? like, he still has you trapped?" finney asked, and robin gave a simple reply to confirm that he was, indeed, still kidnapped. "wait- i remember hearing some banging. it sounded like it was coming from the wall in here but i assumed it was just him upstairs." finney explained, and robin let out a noise of surprise.

"you could hear that? i've been hitting the walls and shit since day one." robin said. "okay, here, i'm gonna hit the wall and you're gonna hit back if you hear me." he added, and without waiting for finney to answer, he let the phone hang. finney held the phone away from his ear some and listened hard. after a second he heard a thump on the wall left of the door. he dropped the phone and ran up, pressing his ear to the wall. it was only when he was right up on it that he could hear more. "finn!" he heard. "finn, you over here!?" the voice called out. finney threw his fist on the wall. "come on finn you gotta be there." he barely heard. he reeled back, bracing himself, before slamming his side against the wall. he cursed to himself in pain, and listened. "there you are- finn! can you hear me!?" robin asked. it was obvious he had the yell if he wanted finney to hear him.

"robin! i'm here- i can hear you!" finney cried out, the tears finally spilling from his eyes. hearing robin's voice, knowing that he was alive sent instant relief through finney, a twisted form of comfort too.

"finn, listen to me, okay? we're gonna get out of this." he heard robin say. those words alone brought finney to a deeper comfort. "now that you're here, i have a plan."

... to be cont.