RINGING was heard probably the third time after ignoring it. Kit grumbles from his sleep, detaching himself away from Finney. He goes towards the black phone, picking it up quickly. "What the hell do you want?!" He exclaims.

He heard nothing but static.

Kit hung it up again, about to tell Finney to go back to sleep until it rang again. "I'm going to bury this phone." He angrily mutters before answering again. "What?!" He asked. Static again.

But, quickly, he heard a voice. A very familiar one. "Kit.." His jaw was about to fucking drop. "Who is this?" He asked quickly, making Finney stand up, he leans his head over to head the phone call.

"We...don't know." He replies. "We?" Asked Kit, knowing the voice from somewhere. "We met. We met, Kit." Kit's heart sunk. "Elias." He whispers. "Yeah! Yeah..I'm Elias."

"Finney?" Another voice spoke, Kit moving the phone a bit so he could hear. "Your arm is mint. You almost had me." Finney's eyes were almost wide, "Bruce. Bruce Yamada?" Finney asked.

Kit and Finney look at each other after he said his name, they did not believe this was happening. "Did the phone ring for you?" Kit pressed. "It rang, but none of us heard it." Elias answers, "just you." Bruce finished.

"The Grabber hears the phone, too, but he doesn't want to believe it." Bruce explains. "Why are you calling us?" "More like how the fuck can you call us?"

Finney gave him a weird look. "We're glad it's you two." Bruce says. "Guys?" Elias asks. "Yeah?" They both answer in sync. "There's a dirt section of the floor in the hallway where the tile is loose." He explains. "Dig down underneath the foundation." Bruce said.

"We tried, but there wasn't time for us to dig up and out the other side." Kit looks down, feeling horrible. "Will we have enough time?" Finney asks them both before the call went back to static.

The phone then clicked, completely silent now. "Hello?" Kit spoke again. "Bruce? Elias?"

They both looked at each other before Kit hung the phone up. Quickly, he jogged towards the hallway, looking on the floor for a crack. Finney looks around, before calling his name.

Kit looks over, seeing Finney remove the piece of tile. Together, they remove more of them. "Come on." He says, hurrying up. Kit quickly picks up the dirt with Finney, both of them spending almost half an hour digging underneath.

Finney flushes all the dirt in the toilet while Kit undid a rug. He places on the floor, covering up the hole. He looks back up at Finney, holding his hand out so he wouldn't step into the hole.

After he grabs on and starts walking, Kit pulls him slowly, tripping on his shoe lace. He falls back, Finney falling on top of him.

He gulps, staring at Finney. "Sorry." He quickly mutters, Finney getting up quickly. "It's fine." He says before sticking his hand out and helping Kit back up. They were still holding hands, once they noticed the two immediately let go.

They both laid back on the bed in exhaustion, Kit staring up at the ceiling while Finney laid to his side. Kit looked to the right, staring back at the phone, hoping it would ring again.

This all occurred until it was bright. Finney was fast asleep while Kit just...stared.

The door opened, waking Finney up in a gasp and Kit alarmed. The grabber came in, holding a tray with two plates and two sodas. "I made you some breakfast." He spoke.

"What did you put in that?" Kit immediately questions with a glare. "Salt and pepper." He responds with a giggle. Kit and Finney just stare. He places it down on the floor, "oh, eat it, don't eat it. You're already down here. What do I need to drug both of you for?" He explains simply.

He then leaves, closing the door. What earned their attention was that they didn't hear the lock click. Kit immediately walked towards the door, checking to see if he was correct.

And yes, he was. He did not lock the door. Kit creaks it open slowly, jumping after he heard the phone ringing. The door closes again while Finney answered. "Hello?" He asks, Kit watching.

"Why not?" He asks. "Are you...Are you Bruce or Elias?" Kit quickly walks over, Finney tilting the phone for both of them to hear. "Who's Bruce and Elias?"

"Uh, we were just talking to Bruce and Elias." Finney replies. "I don't know any Bruce or Elias." The male said. "Who are you?" Kit pleaded curiously, not recognizing him. "I don't remember."

Kit thinks of something, asking him—"Did you play soccer? Football?" "I delivered newspapers."

Finney immediately spoke. "Billy. You're Billy Showalter." Kit looks at him. "Maybe." "No, you're Billy." Finney whispers. "Do not... go upstairs."

Kit furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" He asks him.
"He's waiting... on the other side with that fucking belt. He didn't say you can leave, so if you try, he'll punish you. He'll beat you with that belt until you pass out." He explains in sorrow, his tone changing.

"It hurts, guys. It hurts real bad. You'll cry. You'll beg him to stop. We all did. But he just keeps beating you." Kit was about to speak, until the phone clicked again.

"Hello?" Kit asks. "Hello?" Finney put the phone back, Kit sighing. Kit leans down to the tray before scooping up a bite of the eggs, he was trying to check if he put something in it.

He looks back at Finney, "I..think it's safe to eat this." He replies, bringing the tray to the bed. "Are you sure?" Finney asks again. "It doesn't taste funny."

After the two ate and went back to sleeping, they were woken again from the phone ringing. Finney was the first to answer it while Kit was still trying to wake up. "Billy Showalter." He hears Finney say as he sits up.

He walks over, leaning in to hear with him. "Don't call me that. I don't remember it. It's not who I am now." Billy says. Kit and Finney look over to see the soda bottle twirling in circles. "What do you want me to call you, then? What do you remember?" He asks

The bottle drops down, "I told you. I was a paperboy."

"Okay. Paperboy then." Kit spoke. "See the wall in front of you? See how the wall is separated from the floor?" They look over, "yeah."

"I tore a long cable loose from down there. I kept it hidden." He responds. "Okay..What are we supposed to do with that?" Kit asked him in confusion.

The bottle began to spin again, before it was pointed at the window up above. Kit smirks, "I love ghosts." He quickly jogs over, feeling the inside of the ground. "Found it." He spoke, grabbing the cord.

He pulls it out, before getting up and walking towards the window. He tries to throwing the rope up, failing as he couldn't get it wrapped around one of the lines.

Finney jogged towards the hallway, bringing a rug out. "Hand me that." He says, Kit handing him the cord. Finney leans the rug against the wall, before inserting the cord on the bottom of the rug.

He brings the cord up, seeing it pop out and wrap around one of the window lines. Kit smiles proudly before grabbing the cord and Finney removing the rug.

"Give me a leg up." Kit said to Finney after he came back. He puts his hands together while Kit put his foot on it, pulling himself up with the cord. He strains, trying to open the window.

He was almost there, feeling his finger touched the lever until the rope pulled the frame off, Kit falling down hardly onto the tile. "Ahh! Fuck!" He exclaims in pain. Finney bends down, helping him up. "Are you okay?"

Kit nods before looking back down at the cord. The plan failed. "You tried your best. There has to be another way." Finney reassures as they stare at the window.

They still weren't getting out.

—LIV!
nah cuz finney falling
and eating shit was funny asf