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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Brought to you by @elilover1 / @reetybird , a writer from North Carolina with writing and art awards.
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Physical altercation
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Gore/body horror
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Child abuse
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Stalkholm
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Sexual assault
This is so bad
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I loved him, now I'm going to kill him.
He loved me too. He'd let me out and let me watch the tv for a bit now. I had grown on him, he'd relax near me now.
And I didn't care when he touched me.
He was just like my dad, it wasn't wrong what he did. It felt normal.
The calls from the boys kept coming. I strayed from the game they wanted me to play, the calls they wanted me to take.
This place felt nothing more or less than home.
Al had spray painted the windows black as ink when I removed the gate. I had sat on the bed and watched him. I'm pretty sure that spray paint was cursed. It smelled for days.
"There. Now you'll never escape now." He had said cheerfully as the sunlight disappeared from the room, the overhead yellow tinted light took over. I dropped my hands to my lap and scoffed.
"I never wanted to escape anyways." I said.
"Sure Finn. Sure." He slammed the door behind him.
Was I bad?
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I grabbed the phone cord. I had scraped it down so it was a simple thin, metal wire.
"I told you it doesn't work." He growled. I twisted that wire in my hands. It twisted with my fingers and lingered between my thumbs.
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"Finn." He called again and stepped forward. Wrong choice. Finneys mind screamed as he turned around and wrapped the wire around his neck, kicking him backwards.
It went halfway through his neck, and suddenly finney was screaming,
Was this the wrong choice. Why was he screaming?
Al- the grabber choked below him. He sputtered. The blood didn't spill for a second before it started to spill.
Finney was crying. He sputtered himself.
The blood that had been in the grabbers body before, running through his brains was now on the floor.
And finney ran through the open door. He didn't know which way was which. The halls seemed to extend.
"Woah, holy shit!" Called a voice and finney stopped before he spun around.
Another face. The face of the brother that the grabber would scream to finney about for years.
"Holy shit kid what are y-" he was cut off.
"My name is Finn- finney Blake. ple-please call my sister!" he had called
"Finney Blake? The one on the news?" The voice was calm. Finney was dazed in it.
"Yeah." His shoulders let off some weight.
Max's mouth made a o. He didn't exactly know what to do. "I'll call the cops, kid."
"My sister! Robin! Please call them." He felt max's hands on his shoulders.
"There's another phone in the kitchen!"
Max rushed.
Finney scampered.
Robin was called first.
"Hello?" A groggy voice. He hadn't realized who had called him.
"Robin?"
He heard shuffling before a yell . "Finney?" Followed by some Spanish. "Finney?"
"Robin." Finney sighed, a smile. He had his boyfriend back. He thought.
