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Fuck yeah.
That was the first thought they all had when it finally happened. That pedophilic bastard was dead for good, hopefully. Although it wouldn’t erase the memories, or the trauma that they all had, they could finally begin to feel somewhat at peace. ‘Well…’ Robin took a moment to look around at the yard as Finn and Gwen hugged. There was nowhere for the victims to go now. And no, they weren’t going to stick around in the Grabber’s basement and haunt it. That would be uneventful and possibly even more so traumatizing.
Finney was going to take a while to recover. He was raped while knowing that all the other victims were probably watching. Robin remembers the day, he knew it would eventually happen but he found himself hoping that maybe Finn would escape before it was able to happen. And, maybe in another universe he was right and Finn was safe from that excessive trauma, but not in this one. Robin jolted at the memories. He was so disgusted, repulsed, scared—
No. Happy day. Today’s a happy day. He should be happy. He can still talk with his best friend and watch him slowly fall more in love with some girl. Watch him slowly fall in love while he stood invisible at his side, wishing that he could have her place. That Finn could love him like he loved girls. — HAPPY DAY. THINK ABOUT THAT LATER. Robin sighed, a small smile coming onto his face. At least he would never have to see that old man jack off to their deaths anymore.
Bruce was standing right next to Finn once the ‘private family moment’ was over. He smiled as he swung his legs next to Finn, he looked at Gwen and Finn, their heads put together and their peaceful expression. Bruce missed that. He missed his mom. He missed his family . Maybe he even missed those Friday tests. He missed familiarity and he missed being seen. Bruce hesitated— but he slowly put his head on Finney’s shoulder and his eyes lit up when Finney smiled even more.
Vance was staring dead-eyed down the road and Griffin was looking around for his family with Billy. The blank look in Vance’s eyes showed nothing, but you could see it all when you looked deeper. He was lonely. He was cold. He felt like the color washed off his body, everything was gone. He felt bare, naked, exposed somehow. But he felt so invisible. He was scared. No one else would ever be able to see him again. He would never be able to tell his family he loves them. He would never be able to tell anyone how much they mean to him.
Everyone would talk about him in the past tense, like he was just gone. Like there was nothing left of him. Vance’s shoulders sagged. There was nothing left of him. No more pinball, no more late nights sitting at the table with his dad, no more helping the occasional kid, no more anything. Nothing was familiar. He had always wanted to move out of town for new opportunities and chances, and he knew he would have to start again, but. This was..nothing like moving. Nothing like anything he had ever experienced, actually. Nothing. No one. Nobody.
Tears slowly welled up in his eyes the more he thought of it. His thoughts ran wild. He wanted to die. He couldn’t live this life alone. He couldn’t do it. He would change, he swears it! He would be so much better because no one deserved this. Especially not the other victims. As selfish as it sounds, Vance is somewhat glad that he didn’t have to be alone. That he could have others by his side. A warm, grateful feeling welled up in his chest. Things would change but maybe the others would help him. Maybe they would all help each other.
‘ Maybe’ The world flashed a violent, blinding white.