GONE, apply fic [CLOSED]

TUESDAY NOON - THE PHONE CALL

TW: MENTIONS OF ABDUCTION AND MURDER, SWEARING

fuck you i'm writing this at midnight and i can't be bothered to proof-read

Also, because Emily's native language is French, anything she says or thinks in French is just google translated because I can't speak French (thanks public school system).

11:45

Duke was wondering through the school when he suddenly heard a phone ring. He wasn't sure where it was coming from, it seemed to be coming from the school speaker system instead of a specific room. After searching the entire school for this phone call, he stepped outside, but to his confusion, the ringing was just as loud outside as inside.

Eric had the last few hours exploring the large building. It was a town hall, but he didn't know what town he was in. It wasn't his. He felt like he was lurking, as if he was a trespasser or about to get jump-scared. But jump-scares didn't usually involve abduction, which seemed like what must have happened to him. It had to be some sort of sick experiment, some psychological study made by a crazy scientist, right? A phone was ringing throughout the town and the sound was driving him insane. He ran into the mayor's office and found a phone. "Hello?" he asked, lifting the phone.

Ayana was walking through the field she'd arrived in, wondering if someone would answer the damn phone and stop the ringing, yet she was surprised when someone did. The voice of a boy who sounded like a similar age to her rang through the empty field. So she wasn't completely alone. There was a teenage boy here too, but she didn't know where. Did he know where she was? Would this turn into one of those dumb romantic movies? Did that stuff happen, was her life just a movie?

Emily looked up, hearing a voice. It wasn't the boy that was speaking before, now she couldn't tell what it was. Whoever it was, they had their voice disguised, but their voice was clear as day. "Meet up in the town hall at noon. You will receive your further instructions there." Emily didn't know how to get there or where it was. She felt a buzz coming from her ankle and when she looked, she saw one of those electronic tags that they put on. Que diable?

Dove sat at the beach, slowly sinking into the mushy sand below them. Out of all the places you could be stranded, a beach wasn't the worst place, but a cold, damp ground with a tide constantly threatening to come closer to you wasn't exactly ideal either. A message appeared on their electronic tag thing. It read "Walk straight ahead." Dove followed the instructions, still completely oblivious to what was happening. They had their suspicions, under these circumstances it was impossible not to question what was happening.

James had followed his tracker's instructions perfectly. After all, when your life could be on the line, you tend to take things pretty seriously. But he started to question his judgement when no one else was there. He'd never been the fastest in PE, never one a single sports day, so why the fuck was he the only one there? "Oh god, is this where I'm going to die?" he whisper-screamed to himself. He felt alone enough to be vulnerable, but not as alone as no-one-can-hurt-me-now-alone. Shit. Fuck. James' mind ran through every swear word in the English dictionary as he sat in fear on the red-carpet floor. Was this the room he'd die in? As far as death-rooms go, this wasn't the worst but James wasn't that happy about dying in a random hallway. "Maybe I won't die." he thought, but then he heard footsteps.

Abigail walked into the building, her shoes still making clicking noises, even on the carpeted floor. She saw a boy who looked around the same age as her, maybe a year or two older, sitting on the floor, looking panicked. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, kneeling to the same height as him. "Are you here to kill me?" he said bluntly. "What? No! Dude, I'm a sixteen-year-old. I couldn't kill anyone, even if I wanted to!" she said, chuckling slightly at the last sentence.

Leslie was the next to walk into the large building. This felt like a movie. One of those movies that feels like a collective fever dream because it's so...weird. Just impossible. Shit like that didn't happen in real life, but since it was, he guessed it must be possible.

Sunny walked into the hall next. They took a second to admire the artwork and intricate designs of everything that surrounded them before thinking "Wait, what the hell is going on?" They realised that they must have been thinking out loud when the person in front of them turned around. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I'm Sunny." They said, reaching out their hand. "I'm Leslie." said Leslie, taking Sunny's hand and shaking it.

"Well, this'll be one hell of a story!" Thomas chuckled to himself while walking through the hallway. They'd always been optimistic and tried his best to keep things light-hearted, so when he felt the entire room fill with tension and fear, he knew that he had to do something. They approached one of the people standing in the hall. "Hey! I'm Thomas, what's your name?" The person he approached seemed a bit taken aback, but still smiled politely and said "I'm Dove and I use they/them pronouns. It's nice to meet you, Thomas." Dove said cheerfully, but there was a notable change in their tone when they continued with "Now, do you have any clue what's going on, because no-one here seems to?"

Jordan walked through the hall's doors as if she owned the room. She was always confident like this, but this time she was half-faking it. She was secretly terrified. Jordan didn't even know why she was hiding it, being scared was a completely rational reaction to whatever the hell was going on. She doubted anyone else in the hall knew any more than she did. Everyone had identical trackers on their ankles. She wasn't sure if these were the type that gave an alert when tampered with, but she didn't want to risk it. Nothing anyone did here could catch her off-guard, right?

Chloe walked into the hall, taking a deep breath before looking up at the group who was already there. Great. Now time to see how she'd change for everyone else here. At this point, she couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. She approached someone who looked around the same age as her. "Hi, I'm Chloe." She said with no discernible tone or emotion in her voice, but not in a way that made it seem like she didn't care. The stranger looked her up and down before smiling and saying "I'm Jordan."

Char was the next to enter the hall. They weren't exactly scared, but the entire situation was pretty unnerving. As she looked around, they realised that most of the people here looked older than them. "Great!" They whispered to themselves, their voice coated in sarcasm, but since no-one else here could hear their voice, they weren't sure who it was directed at.

Lana walked into the hall, sighing. They were only sixteen, they were too young to die. But surely she wouldn't die, right? This hall may be filled with strangers, but none of them seemed like murderers. At the very least they didn't look like they would kill for no reason. That was better, right.

Bee walked into the hall, taking a deep breath of air, immediately regretting it upon realising that poison could be in the air as well. Oh well, Bee was the type who'd rather die than interact with new people. She never had a knack for making friends. Not that there was anything wrong with her, or anyone else, they just didn't get her. And she doubted that would change with this group.

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