Robin:
"Have any of you guys talked to Finn?" I ask. "No, I haven't," Bruce says. "Me neither," Griffin replies. "Same," Billy shrugs. Vance shrugs.
"One second, I'll call him," Bruce responds, pulling out his phone. He dials his number.
After a few seconds, Bruce's arm drops. "Voicemail," he sighs.
"Is he ignoring us?" Billy asks. "Did anybody do anything to annoy him?"
"No, I don't think so," I sigh.
I pull out my phone and click on Finney's contact.
Robin:
Hey Fin!
Wanna hang out?
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"He read it," I state. "So he is ignoring us," Billy sighs. "Guess so," Bruce shrugs.
"Where does Finney like to hang out?" Griffin asks me. "Uhm- There's a spot- in the woods behind his house- he hangs out there a lot," I respond.
"Say I to try and confront Finney!" Billy shouts. "I!" We yelp in unison.
—•—•—
We arrive at his house. "Isn't this kind of creepy?" Griffin asks. "What?" Bruce questions, looking over at him. "Trespassing into Finney's property to try and find him, like stalkers?" He says.
"Nah," the rest of us respond. We walk into the woods.
"Lead the way, dipshit," Vance mumbles, pushing me in front of them. I walk the direction of Finney's spot.
"There," I whisper, pointing at Finney. He holds a knife in his hand. He slowly hums a lullaby, tracing the knife along his arm.
"Finney!" I shout, watching his head snap towards me. A panicked expression forms on his face. He stabs himself.
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