flowers from 1970 (entrapdak)

Chapter 2

When Entrapta woke up the next morning, she sat next to the phone, staring at it. A few times she had tried to dial her friend Adora and call her, but the phone didn't work. She didn't want to give up on it for some odd reason. It felt important, but eventually she decided to to go be productive once she realized she hadn't fed Emily yet.

As she was downstairs eating breakfast (or lunch, she didn't really know), she heard a quiet ringing coming from upstairs. Entrapta immediately stood up and pushed the chair aside, swiftly running up the stairs and into the room to pick up the phone.

"You called again! I didn't think you were going to call, but you did! Oh, thank you! I have been trying to repair this phone again, but it really isn't working. How on Earth did you call me? Can I have your phone number? Can we talk every day?! Oh, I have so many questions for you, answer them all!!"

The man on the other end didn't seem to care at all about what she was saying. All he said was, "What's the date for you?"

Entrapta perked up at the sound of his voice and reached over to grab her phone so she could look at the date. She couldn't remember it off the top of her head.

"It is... September 9th! 2020! Not 1970, I really don't know where you're getting that from," she told him, putting her phone down.

"Ma'am, it's September 9th, 1970."

"Did you just call me back to argue with me more? Not complaining! Debating is fun!"

The man groaned. "Look, I don't know what kind of prank you're playing, but it's not funny," he said sternly.

"Then why haven't you hung up yet?" Entrapta wondered.

Apparently that simple question had stumped him, so Entrapta smiled and let out a small hum of satisfaction.

"It's okay! Really don't mind. I like it, actually. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here! People don't usually talk to me. It's nice. So, ya know, call me whenever you'd like. Or I could call you! Give me your phone number!"

She heard him sigh. "I will not be giving you my phone number. And I will be hanging up now. Good day," he mumbled.

Entrapta waited for him to hang up, but she could hear his faint breathing. She giggled.

"Just admit you wanna talk to me! How old are you? Where are you from?" She asked.

He sighed again before he started talking.

"Well, I live in Massachusetts. I'm 25," he answered. Entrapta gasped loudly. "Me too!! I live in Massachusetts, too! Where at? What city?"

"Concord."

"I LIVE THERE, TOO! What's your address?" she wondered.

"111 Moon Avenue," he hesitated. Entrapta gasped again. "I LIVE THERE!" She shouted into the phone.

"You cannot possibly live at my house," he sighed.

"Oh, but I do! That's my address! How'd you get my address?" Entrapta questioned curiously.

"I did not get your address. It's my address," Hordak stated, starting to get annoyed. "Um, I'm pretty sure it's my address," Entrapta gasped, "But what if we both live in the same house 50 years apart and we're actually just talking on the same phone!"

When Entrapta suggested that, they both went silent. It was silent for a while, too. The man was surprised that Entrapta could stay quiet for so long.

Suddenly, Entrapta heard the sound of scribbling and whipped her head around to see where the sound was coming from.

On her ridiculous floral wallpaper, the word 'hello' appeared, slightly worn, as if it had been there for a few years.

She stared at it for a moment before turning back around, dropping the phone on the nightstand and started searching for a pen.

When she found one on her desk on the other side of the room, she ran back to the wall and wrote 'hi' back, then when to go pick up the phone again.

"Can you see it?" Entrapta asked hopefully.

"No," he replied.

Disappointed, Entrapta threw the pen towards her desk and sat down on her bed. "What's your name?" She wondered.

"Hordak Prime."

"Nice to meet ya! I'm Entrapta," the women replied excitedly.

"And your maiden name?" Hordak asked. Entrapta shrugged even though he couldn't see. "I just go by Entrapta."

He hummed in acknowledgment, and then, "So... what happens in 2020?"

A big grin spread across Entrapta's face as she rolled onto her back so she was now laying down.

"I can't tell you. Spoilers!"