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The hum of the truck engine was loud. Finn had been hearing stuff. And not in the phone anymore. It traveled out of the phone.
He didn't listen to music in the car...just the ringing of silence. He had finally arrived at his destination, foot pushing down on the leather Brake paddle gently.
He got out of the car, landing on the snow underneath his feet. He stood in front of it. The cemetery. To meet his cemetery boy.
Cold. That's how he felt. Voices spoke. Old voices that he had heard before in that old abandoned basement.
He walked through the graves of many family members, wife's, husbands, etcetera. Until he reached Robin's.
He was standing in front of Robin's grave, just... standing there. The voices were coming from there.
He looks around for people, seeing nobody. Well.. obviously.
He had hopped the fence to get here. Finney grabbed the shovel he had brought with him, before digging it into the ground.
Finn felt like screaming until he couldn't anymore. Like everything was fake. Like earth was a solitary confinement room and he was in an illusion.
His hands moved on his own, just digging. He kept digging until his arms were tired. Just like his mental health. Dirt started to pile up on the side, covering up Robin's dad's grave. But Finney didn't even care.
He just wanted to see his old best friend. Or even boyfriend.
His head was filled with voices and sights of the boys in a circle, wrapped around the grave. All holding hands.
"Leave me alone."
He mumbled to himself. The shovel tip eventually hit a metal box. Finney's eyes widened, hands going to lift it up. He struggled, but eventually got it out of the narrow rectangle-shaped digging. Hands pulled it up onto the snow, rushing to open it.
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He was hit by the everliving stench of rotting flesh, making him gag. But he held the vomit in. If he could murder the grabber, he could handle holding his best friend's corpse.
He picked Robins skeleton up, still covered in the lightest bit of skin. He grinned, talking to the dead carcass. "I missed you, Robin. W-when are you going to go to the movies with me?"
"Soon, Finn."
The voice of Robin spoke. Finney gently brought the cadaver up to his face, kissing the ice-cold lips of the dead body of Robin. He gagged again, the stench overwhelming.
He placed Robin to the side, hunching over the hole. He started to vomit, emesis coming up his stomach and spilling out of his mouth. He coughed, wiping his mouth to quickly pick up Robin once again.
At least what was left of him.
"You dickhead. I have so much to tell you."
Finn laughed to himself, spiralling. Before someone intervened.
"What...the absolute shit."
Shit. It was Gwen.