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"You know..." The disembodied voice, however soft, comes with a frigid lick of air to the back of Finney's neck. "I really should thank you for guiding me back here. You're my Northern Star, Finney. My special boy, all alone in the world without me." There's a laugh then, but it's just as cold as the voice had been. "Don't worry. You won't have to be alone for long."
Finney knows he should be afraid as the chilling words fall upon his ears.
He should be, but somehow, the voice serves as a comfort.
"I'm not alone," he lies easily. He knows he's got Gwen and even his Dad, now that he's getting sober, but he knows just as well as the disembodied voice that that's not what he means.
Ever since The Grabber left his plain of existence- and by Finney's own hands, no less- he's found himself growing angrier and more erratic. It takes him getting high to calm down enough to properly relax, and each time, he thinks of The Grabber.
Everyone thinks it's because of the trauma his abductor put him through, but Finney knows the truth- it's because he's missed him.
