Neil made his way downstairs, his overwhelming hunger finally taking over. He made it to the kitchen and noticed Will putting the pizza in the oven. "Aw, it's not ready yet?"
"Won't be for another twenty minutes, haha!" Will remarked as they smiled. "Sit down at the table, why don't you tell me about that thing?"
"..The last guy I tried talking about it to laughed at me.." Neil said ashamedly.
"Pssh- Daren's always like that, y'know he doesn't take anyone seriously." Will pulled their chair out and sat down on it. "Sit, I won't laugh at you."
"I-If you say so." Neil sat down as well.
"So, I-I have this theory that there's Aliens out to get us. And- And they've always been here. There's so, so much evidence!"
"What kinds of evidence?" Will asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"I-I've got pictures, and articles from all the way back! Like, from 1990!" Neil exlaimed.
"Like, when that whole cabinet incident happened?" Will tilted their head.
"Yeah! Isn't just so obvious!? There's all kinds of creatures here, we just don't focus on them because we're too busy with our own lives! But..."
Neil began to trail off as he slowly lowered his head. "I don't think people would believe me. But I have to get it out somehow."
"Try the internet?" Will tilted his head to their old, banged up computer and it's monitor.
"The internet sucks, everyone will just make fun of me and call me rude things. I've seen it happen to others." Neil said flatly.
"True. And it's pretty slow." Will commented, looking back at Neil.
"Yeah. Is that pizza done?" Neil asked.
"Almost." Will smiled.
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Touch-Tone Telephone
Mystery / ThrillerCover credit goes to http://nutmegnautilus.tumblr.com :] 🍋😈🍋😈🍋😈🍋😈🍋😈🍋😈🍋😈🍋 Neil Cicierega finds himself at lost when he tries to prove to the world that he's always been right. Things take a turn when he suddenly finds himself haun...
