5 Works by FinneysRocket
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Will looked off into the distance ahead of them, focusing on the orange streetlight across the road rather than facing Mike who was doing mostly the same thing, sighing before breaking the silence,
"Do you remember that fall after graduation, when I wouldn't talk to any of you guys for like… two weeks, and I never left my house?"
Mike looked at him again, his eyes swirling with an emotion Will wasn't used to seeing on him.
"Yeah... You turned your walkie off, you never answered the door, you didn't answer or return calls. You had the rest of us really worried; we had to keep bothering Jonathan to see how you were doing." Mike recalled, still looking at Will who was staring into the distance, a silence beginning that stretched thin and tense for almost ten whole seconds before Will broke it again.
"I was planning on killing myself that week."
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Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call (even if I want you to) by FinneysRocket
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Jan 2026
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“Will I still be able to talk with you?”
“This is the last call Finn.”
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Maybe bringing a phone to an axe fight wasn’t their best idea. But hey, they were desperate and at least he got The Grabber before death for to him, right?or
Finney Blake dies in the basement with the grabber. But that isn’t anywhere near the end of his story. But sadly, that means it’s not the grabbers either. -
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Will has been… different, lately. Ever since the Byers and Jane returned to Hawkins, Will has been shut off and distant.
He’s been more irritable, claiming headaches all the time and shutting himself in his room and shutting all the lights off. No matter how many times or how many people try, Will won’t speak. They can tell something is wrong, something bigger than the headaches and whatever else Will lets on.
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Vecna is possessing Will and Will is refusing to let anyone know what’s happening.
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Everything was a blur once Angela and her posse of teens approached their table. He heard something about milkshakes, some half-assed fake compliment towards Mike, and suddenly someone is dragging him and El from their seats and into the colorful swirl of the rink.
“Why so nervous? We’re just having fun!” Angela’s fake honey-sweet voice consoled him before leaving him standing right in the center, her boyfriend dragging El along from the other direction.
“Stay put.” She patted his arm and skated off, the music cutting shortly after.“And this next song goes out to Lenora’s best twins, the queer and the snitch!”
Shit.