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Missing Person

Finney Blake x Reader (platonic)

Summary: while searching for Finney you reminisce on past encounters.

Content: 2nd POV ('you'), no use of y/n, gn!reader, mentions of kidnapping and death, not 100% accurate

Words: ~2.5k

A/n: normally I'm too anxious to post any fics I write but uhhhh here. Also, I have other ideas for Mason Thames characters that I might write.

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A cartoon that you have never seen before was playing. Animated lips moved but no dialogue could be heard. Bright colours lit up the screen.

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"Can you answer the phone?" Your mother shouted. She must still be going through her old clothes.

Duct tape holding part of the cushion together caught on your limb while getting off of the couch. It was a worn out piece. You made a mental note to have it replaced.

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You picked up the phone, holding it near your ear. "Hello?"

"Finney is missing."

It felt as if time stopped. You knew the boy. Finney Blake; the brother of your friend. The same friend whose voice mixed with static next to your ear.

You took the phone away from your ear, placing it back onto the wall. Finney is missing. The Grabber took him. Unless it was just some coincidence. He could be out late doing something, although that's not like him.

"Hey!" Your mother's voice made you jump. You looked away from the phone, meeting her eyes. "I asked you, who was it."

"I–I'm going to the Blake's house."

"Oh, so it was Gwen. Alright. Have fun and be safe."

Their house wasn't far from yours. It was just a couple of streets, a school, and a couple of more streets away. Within walking distance.

The sidewalk along the first street is awful. There are cracks where weeds grow out of and sudden dips. It was worn down. The entire neighbourhood is.

Once at the end of the street, one right turn eventually leads to the school. It has a large field that its faculty takes way too much pride in. There's another smaller area next to a sidewalk leading up to one of the school's entrances. It was where you first met Finney and his sister.

After second period, your friends wanted to try new foods that the convenience store nearby had to offer. You left the school with them, turned in the direction of the sidewalk, and stopped.

Finney Blake was being beaten by a group of boys. One with ginger hair pushed him to the ground. Another with dark hair started kicking him.

Your friends saw it. They snickered to themselves and continued walking down the sidewalk.

Not you.

Instead, your feet moved onto the grass. Your pace quickened until you stood by a metal fence post. "Hey!" Your shout drew the boys' attention.

They stopped hurting Finney for the time being as their focus was on you. "You wanna join us?" One asked with a smirk on his face. In response, you shook your head before approaching the scene.

"Leave him alone," you said, which seemed to be enough. They muttered insults and cackled to themselves before walking away.

Finney Blake remained on the ground. He got up to a sitting position though. Dirt was smeared on his cheek and stained his clothes. Surely there are bruises forming as well.

"They're assholes," was all that you could think of to say. He replied with a simple "yeah". You offered him your hand. He took it, getting back onto his feet.

Word about the situation must have spread, since a girl ran over. She gave Finney a tight hug.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

The girl pulled away and turned towards you. "Who are you?"

"I got those guys to run off."

She introduced herself as Gwen and Finney as her brother.

The remainder of the walk went by fast. You hardly thought about it. A knock on their door wasn't necessary. It's rarely locked anyway.

You pushed open the door, gently closing it behind you. Her dad was awake– sitting in his chair– but did not notice you creeping up the stairs.

Gwen's bedroom door was open a crack. Enough to see a yellow light shining. You pushed the door to open wider. Gwen looked up at you from where she sat on the floor, positioned in front of an open dollhouse.

Her eyes were a little red, like she had been crying. Of course; her brother was missing. You settled down on the floor beside her. Without really knowing what to say or do, the best that you could come up with was to ask questions.

"Do you know when he went missing?"

"Today. I haven't seen him since school."

"Are the police doing anything about it?"

"Not yet."

"How about we look around tomorrow? Maybe put up some posters too," you offered.

"Okay."

After the brief conversation, her dad yelled from the living room. A bed time reminder. Gwen scrambled to close her doll house and turn off her light. Standing by the switch, she said, "you can sleep in Finney's room. If you're staying." That must have been hard for her to say. So you nodded and left her room, heading for Finney's.

There have been many nights where you slept over. Sometimes you would get to sleep in the living room– if their father allowed it. Otherwise, you would sleep in Gwen's room; on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow.

There was one night where you found yourself asleep in Finney's room.

Your parents were supposed to leave town for a while. They had plans to hire a babysitter. Not wanting to be stuck with a babysitter, you walked home from school with Finney. Gwen split ways to stay at a friend's house.

Their father was passed out in the living room. Finney grabbed a glass bottle out of his father's hand. He remained unconscious into the night. You two sat in front of the tv, snacking and watching whatever played on a low volume.

You noticed Finney growing tired as the night dragged on. His movements became sluggish until he stopped reaching for more treats altogether. He struggled to keep his eyes open and every few minutes his mouth opened to yawn.

"Let's go to sleep now," you said quietly. Finney wasn't opposed to the idea. He turned off the TV before leading you upstairs. You were about to head towards Gwen's bedroom, but stopped at Finney's request. "You can stay in my room."

That night, you ended up in Finney's room. And not on the hardwood floor either. He shared his bed with you.

Tonight, you didn't have to worry about rolling onto his side in your sleep. He wasn't here. You thought about him– pondering on his well-being and brainstorming where he could be, until you fell asleep.

Gwen peddled quickly on her bike, looking up and down roads. It was her idea. She looked at every house that she passed. You were more focused on putting up posters on lamp posts.

Staying asleep for longer than a couple of hours at a time was hard. You weren't able to fall back asleep after 5am so you came up with a poster design.

"MISSING PERSON" in big bold letters. Underneath, "Finney Blake" in a smaller font but still bold. Then, a picture of him. Followed by information such as last sightings and phone numbers to call. You waited outside of the library until it opened to print out a stack.

A close by store sold clear tape that was nearing its end. You tore off large pieces that were more than enough to keep the posters stuck to the posts. Using as minimal an amount as possible was not a priority.

"Gwen!" You shouted after ripping off the last bit of tape. She slowed and turned her bike. "I'm out." She cycled back to you. "I didn't see anything," Gwen reported, while you walked behind her, dropping the empty tape roll into her backpack.

She rode back to her house. You walked back to yours. There was nothing else to do for now. Tomorrow you could try looking elsewhere.

You entered, kicked off your footwear, then headed for the kitchen. A strong smell of roasted vegetables guided you. Your mother was standing in the room. Her attention was more fixed on the window than the stove.

"Hi," you greeted her, to which she turned to you and repeated.

"Police called about Finney. How devastating."

"Gwen and I tried looking around. Put up posters too."

Her eyes dipped down to the papers in your one hand. Then, they scanned your face. "Go to bed after eating."

The day had been exhausting. You spent all day walking around on little sleep. So, with a full stomach, you walked up stairs, ending up in the bathroom.

All it took was a single look in the mirror to visibly see how tired you were. And how badly you needed to clean your body– although that can be tomorrow's task.

You grabbed your toothbrush, squirted a pea sized amount of toothpaste onto its bristles, then turned the tap on. Cold water ran out of the faucet and down the drain.

Laughter and shouting filled your mind. Yours and Finney Blake's.

For whatever reason, your mom felt the need to meet Finney. She had already met Gwen during a school event.

You invited Finney over to make her happy. He stayed for dinner and for some time after. You two were left alone after your mother left for a bit.

Finney took it upon himself to wash the dirty dishes. He turned the left knob, expecting hot water. There was none. He tried the other. Still none. "Do you not have hot water?"

"What? Of course we have hot water," you said. After a brief inspection you realized what he was doing wrong. "That's the cold water."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"The other one is cold water."

"... Did you give it a minute to heat up?"

His face turned red while you laughed at him. Once the hot water was going, Finney started cleaning the dishes. You dried them with a cloth.

You woke up late. An overcast sky with patches of sunlight visible was on display through your window. After washing yourself and changing clothes, you headed downstairs.

Your mom darted from room to room, collecting papers, cards, keys, and whatever else she needed for today. You waited until she stood still– frantically packing small items into her purse– to speak. "Where is the duct tape again?"

"Should be somewhere. One of the bottom drawers," she answered.

Assuming your mother was referring to the kitchen, you made your way over, crouching low and opening drawers until the roll turned up.

You carried it with you back into the living room. Tearing a piece off was a small struggle, but you managed. You stuck it over a rip on one of the couch cushions. It replaced the old one.

Your mother had made it to the doorway. Slipped on her boots and a light jacket. "Be safe," were her last words.

Shortly after she left, you left. Gwen was likely looking for Finney again. You did not know where she would be looking so you chose not to bother with joining her. Instead, with your backpack on your back filled with the remaining posters and duct tape in your hand, you put them up in a different area than yesterday.

You made it back home after there were no more posters remaining. The duct tape was returned to its drawer before you settled onto the couch. There was a chance that the news had something to report. Maybe new information into Finney Blake's disappearance.

The short answer was no. Just an interview where a detective is asking for leads and tells people to stay safe.

School started with an assembly. One that must have been hard for Gwen. An announcement by the principal about Finney Blake's missing status. It was hard on you too. But not as hard as attending classes. They resumed like usual.

You were concentrated on finding Finney. Not taking part in a pop quiz. Why is there a pop quiz today of all days anyway? The double sided page remained blank. Not even your name was written down. Every time that you looked at the first question, you couldn't read the words.

Where is Finney? He must be in the area. How else could The Grabber work so fast. Likely held up in a house– somebody would have heard something of interest otherwise. But where exactly?

Is he alone? Likely. Every week a kid goes missing. The Grabber could be killing one before going after another. Unless The Grabber is holding them all. In that case, it's hard to assume anything.

A loud ringing brought you back to the classroom. First period was over. You turned in the blank quiz before walking out.

Your second period classroom wasn't too far away. It was in the same hallway. Science. The one class that you shared with Finney. Prior to meeting him outside of the school, you never talked to him before. You never even noticed him.

If you never stopped to help Finney Blake, you never would have talked to him. Never would have become friends. Never would have partnered up in class or threw notes at each other making fun of the teacher or debating about which movie is better.

"Ahem."

You were pulled back once again. This time into a dark classroom. It looks like a documentary was playing. You looked to your right. The professor stood beside your desk, clearing their throat.

They spoke after getting your attention. "You are here to learn. Not daydream." They didn't even give you a chance to reply. You watched the professor move elsewhere.

You couldn't stand it any longer. Once lunch break started, you hurried out of the school. Went home for the day. Your mom would understand.

At home, you immediately went for the tv. A new interview was on regarding the case. You caught the words "bittersweet end."

It was over.

You ran out of the house, listening out for sirens as you hurried along. There was none for a few minutes. But you spotted a police car driving down the street. You followed it through the town until flashing lights came into view. At least five cop cars barricaded the road, stopped in front of a house. Ambulances and firetrucks were a part of the mix.

Your pace slowed to a walk once you neared the vehicles. Everyone was too busy to notice you. Detectives were speaking with news reporters; police and firefighters brought bodies out of a house across the street while medics examined them.

Finney Blake was alive.

Gwen sat with him in an ambulance, at the back, doors open and feet dangling a couple of inches above the ground.

They noticed you approaching but made no effort to move. You stopped in front of them. "Hey."

Finney attempted to smile, only managing to twitch one corner of his lips. "Hey," he responded. An awkward moment of silence passed before you joined them, hopping up beside Finney, leaving some space for the siblings.

"I'm glad you survived."

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