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When Finney woke up, he felt like he had a fever. It was hot and cold and the same time; he heard some noise, talking and shouting.
Damn. His head hurts like fuck. His vision is absolutely swimming, and he can hear Gwen calling his name over and over.
Wait.
Gwen?
He groaned as he blinked, raising his head and looking at his little sister.
"Gwen—? Oh that shit hurts, damn," He muttered. He was confused, his head hurt, and his throat burned when he talked.
Fuck all of this. He would rather be beat by his father.
When Finney finally came too his senses (which seemed forever) he saw Robin.
But he was all bloodied, fucked up in all the wrong places, and no bandanna.
"Robin? What are you.. are you okay? What happened? Why haven’t you been at school—?" Finn started to ramble, but it wasn’t his fault. He was just concerned and worried about his (only) friend.
"Damn! Shut the fuck up! You don’t know when to stop talking, do you?"
He turned to look at a curly haired boy with long, blonde hair. Expect it wasn’t a pure blonde, not a dark blonde, but the fact that his hair was bloodied along with other parts of his body said volumes.
His clothes were stained with blood, so were his shoes, everything about him.
Finney squinted at him. "Holy shit, you’re Vance hopper! I remember you, you used to scare me.."
Vance grimaced. He glared at Finney, puffing up. That is what triggered a reaction from Robin and Gwen. Gwen had stood up and placed herself in-front of Fin.
Robin shot a dangerous glare and moved forward to Vance, possibly to restrain him just in case he tries to get to Finney.
He knew Finney got beat up enough already.
"Let’s all calm down, now." A voice that seemed to appear from nowhere spoke. It freaked out everyone.
"What the hell?" Billy muttered, looking around. He could tell the others were doing the exact same thing. The bloodied neck boy, Pinball, baseball & bandana were also looking around, perplexed.
"Calm down. I only wish to help, in an only way I can. You all are gonna watch the future of this boy—"
Somehow everyone knew who the voice was talking about. Their eyes moved to the siblings, who have nothing but shock on his face.
Maybe they looked at the siblings because they were the only ones with the ability to have a future.
"— just for my entertainment. Goodbye, now."
The voice was gone.
The six boys and Gwen looked at each other. Finney and Gwen looked the most scared, but Vance didn't look like he had much fear.
"This is all because of the Grabber, right? It has to be, since we're dead. And Finney isn't."
Robin stated, his arms crossed over his chest. Billy nodded, "Yeah. I mean, he's the only one here who isn't a ghost."
Finney felt stupid. Ghosts? Robin was dead? What the fuck? He blinked. Trying to process all of this in a short amount of time.
Vance sneered. "What the fuck is so important about this dumbass? Probably can’t even throw a damn punch! Fucking pussy!"
Robin gave another glare, as did Gwen. Gwen loved her brother; but sometimes he got into shit she never understood. And considering she had those dreams, that was saying something.
Griffin spoke up, which put everyone into silence. They had respect for Griffin, what he went through, the least they could do was listen to him.
"How about instead of fighting, we can just watch? We haven’t interacted with each other for the longest time." Griffin huffed like a child, which he was, and sat down. The others followed.
They stared up at the black screen as it flickered to life.