An Anon's Journey: Remnant Act 1

Apocrypha: Mating Season

If you couldn't tell by the title...

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

"Kek."

Anon lounged in his room, smiling like an idiot. A few days have passed since the Arkos pseudo-date and yet he still remembered it like it was yesterday. He still giggled to himself like a little kid at how cute Jaune and Pyrrha have been. Something else came to his mind.

...

Early morning, The day after Arkos Date #0.

Anon leaned on his fist as Nora approached the table. Nora held her hip with the proudest smile on her face. She sat down with a hiss of pain. Her wingman grinned.

"I'm guessing things went horribly right last night."

She nodded with a grin.

"Yup."

"No regrets?"

"Nope."

"Did you break him like I asked you not to?"

She went to reply but stopped mid-way. She riffled through her pocket and pulled out her scroll, dialling in Ren's number. It took three tries before he finally answered.

"You there, bud?" Anon asked.

He was replied by a gurgly groan.

"I'll take that as a yes. Did you like my little gift at least?"

This time he replied with an irritated groan.

"I'll take that as a yes also."

"You owe me a new hip and spine." Ren groaned before hanging up.

"...Spine?" He looked at Nora fearfully. "The fuck did you do?"

She smiled innocently.

"Nothing for you to worry about."

...

Present Time

Anon still had shivers when he recalled that innocent smile. Ren recovered since then but it was clear that something else happened besides snu-snu. He thought that mostly because when people are around, they act as they always did. But sometimes, when no one's around; it was sickening how sweet they were to each other. Sometimes rubbing their noses together while holding hands, or giving cute little pecks on the other's lips. It was downright diabetic for Anon, who now had a metric fuck ton of photos of JNPR being the cutest things since baby seals.

Well... Before they get ripped to shreds by Orcas, but that's beside the point.

Since yesterday afternoon, everyone besides him, Blake, Ren and Nora have left to go back home. Bored, Anon began fiddling with his phone. 

Ever since he got to Remnant, his phone has been acting weird. For one, the energy didn't drain at all even after he forgot to close it for twenty-four hours. Second, he had high-speed internet linked directly to his world. This was good because he had access to any and all information he could need. Third, no matter what, he could not communicate with his world. Direct or private messages, no phone calls, nothing. It was like a cell room with a single two-way window. He could look out but no one could look in.

He tried sending a message on a forum or message boards he often frequents but once it was sent, the text glitched before self-deleting. He hummed curiously as he tried again. He switched from the South Sudanese Basketweaving forum to the bird app with similar results. He left the bird app before he caught any more brain damage, switching to a forum called the 'Sin City Occult Society'.