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04

Gavin woke to the sound of his phone vibrating beside him. Groaning, he used his hands to push his face and chest off the floor. He rolled onto his side and rubbed at his eyes before looking around the dark apartment. The curtains were all open, and the only light coming in was the streetlights outside.

"Wot..?" Gavin mumbled, realising he had been lying in the middle of their loungeroom, half a bottle of Vodka standing up on the nearby table.

Before he checked his phone, Gavin dragged himself up with the help of the couch, and stretched as he felt wobbly.

"Ohh God, how much did I drink..?" Gavin mumbled to himself, looking at the bottle of alcohol and instantly feeling a headache forming.

He began to reach to the carpet for his phone, before giving up and using the couch again to assist him in sitting down. Gavin pressed the home button on his phone, the brightness immediately blinding him the second it flicked on.

"Ohh!" Gavin complained, unable to focus on any of the words on the screen and covered his eyes with his free hand.

Allowing the screen to go dark again, Gavin prepared his eyes this time by switching on a lamp that sat beside the couch. He again looked around the room, everything appearing normal. His PS4 controller sitting on the floor, but nothing unusual.
He looked back at his phone, clicked on the home button and blinked a few times for his eyes to adjust.

"5am..bloody hell, what happened..." Gavin wondered as he could finally read the text on the screen, becoming more concerned as he read the notifications that followed. "What the hell?"

'3 Missed calls - LINDSAY JONES'

'4 Missed calls - GEOFF RAMSEY'

'LINDSAY JONES - 9m ago'
Gavin you need to be here, like serious...

'GEOFF RAMSEY - 13m ago'
Come on buddy, Michael needs you her....

Gavin breathed in hard, becoming worried as he stared at his phone before quickly swiping the screen. He found more and more missed calls and messages - Meg, Jack, Ryan, Ray, Gus, Burnie...almost everyone from Rooster Teeth had attempted to contact him in some way. Not in the prank 'lets-call-him-at-5am-in-the-morning-as-a-joke' kind of way, but with real concern and panic in their texts.

'WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?'
'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!'
'IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT GAVIN'

Seeing Michael's name over and over again, Gavin began to put the pieces together, seeing his last text to his boi earlier that night.

'Oh God...Micoo...' Gavin whimpered as he tried to keep himself together, and figure out what the next step is. Forgetting all about his headache from the night spent drinking, he looked for Geoff's number, and hit call. He began to grow angry, what if something has happened and it WAS his fault? What if something happened to Mich... 'Come on Geoff, pick up you..bastard!' Tears began to form in his eyes, but he rubbed them away and hoped it was all a joke.

It was, right? It was all a stupid, stupid joke that all the employees had gotten together and convinced Michael to play along. It was perfect. If it was a joke...which it...it is, right?