Okay "dad" Is a collection of rinney oneshots and art. Mainly fluffy plot lines that include Robin and Finney from The Black Phone.
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Homophobia
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The goons lurked from in between the stall cracks, barking insults and shaking the stall door.
Who's rules were they living by? Because sometimes it only takes a snare from the boys to throw your confidence back in the crate in shame. Only to speak of yourself, degrade yourself into smallness again.
The stall doors kicked open, one by one. Finney shook with fear. He heard laughter, he knew they couldn't wait to get their hands on him.
He thought about a way to escape, but there was no use. Finney thought for a moment. How did this happen? Why him? He has done nothing. Bullies are like that. They feed on the "weak", so they can feel pleased with themselves. So they can feel some type of satisfaction with their depressing little lives.
"Come out of the stall, pussy!" One of them yelled. 'I might as well,' Finney thought, but he didn't want to. He was scared of the outcome, he knew it wasn't gonna end well.
Finney was glued to the floor at this point. There was no use of caring about the germs, the rumors that spread about said bathroom floor and the dust that layered your pants when you stood up. He was stuck. Worrying. Contemplating every upcoming second. He was sure to start praying by now.
