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Chapters: 14/29 Fandom: The Black Phone (Movies - Derrickson), The Black Phone - Joe Hill Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Finney Blake/Donna, Robin Arellano/Original Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Gwen Blake (The Black Phone), Ernesto Arellano, Mustang (The Black Phone), Armando "Mando" Reyes, Terrance Blake, Albert Shaw | The Grabber, Donna (The Black Phone) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Substance Use, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, finished fic, no beta we die like the kids in the Grabber's basement, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, excessive use of song lyrics for chapter titles, Fix-It, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Bigotry, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, but like not really because...possession, Mild Gore
Chapter Summary:Ā Finnās mind has been a twisted ratsā nest of worry, fear, and self-doubt. He wants to blame it on the increasing number of phantom phone calls heās been getting, ringing out at him from walls and defunct phone booths alike. But itās more than that. Itās Gwenās dreams that have upgraded to sleepwalking. Itās Robinās migraines and the things he says he sometimes sees when they torture him.
Or, tragedy strikes.
Story Summary:
Robin doesnāt understand. He turns, and if his hand passing right through his mamĆ”ās didnāt cause him to lose it, then seeing his body lying in a hospital bed does it. His head is wrapped in bandages, and heās hooked up to monitors with tubes in his mouth and nose. His eyes are swollen shut, and his skin is blue and purple with dark bruises. He almost doesnāt recognize himself.
āChingada madre,ā he says, panic whipping through him. āĀ”Estoy muerto! Iām fucking dead!ā He paces around the room, his hands on his head.
Or, Robin doesnāt dieā¦but heās not unscathed. Some things stay the same, but so much is different.


















