𝘐'𝘮 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶 - 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

6:30
Everyone in Addison Apartment's alarms went off at this time, every single weekday, as to get ready for school or work.
For Larry Johnson, this alarm was set to wake his best friend up for school.

Sal's walkie-talkie made an array of noises, considering the speaker on it was partially broken, following the re-assembling of it after they gained more professional parts to the Super-Gear-Boy.

"Wakey wakey, Smooth Criminal!" Larry yelled into his device, the noise coming out staticky and barely decipherable.
Sal groaned, knowing that it was time for another day of endless pain and suffering, and eating lunch on the bathroom floor.
"I'm coming, give me five minutes." Sal muttered into his barely-working walkie-talkie, and popping in his right eye.

Every day was the same, for about a year now. The boys were now 16, having started their senior year, and things were about to get a lot more..

Interesting.

As Sal got up for school today, (without Larry aggressively yelling into his walkie-talkie,) the boy noticed a new text from an unknown number on his blackberry.

+1 (262) 743-****
Please help, Sal.

The text itself was a shock; It had Sal's area code, an utterly disturbing message, and, most importantly,

It had used his name.

Sal immediately stopped his morning routine after thoroughly reading over the message for the 27th time, as questions bounced back and forth in his mind.
Who was this?
How did they know his name?
What was going on?
Why did they text him?
How did they get his phone number?
Why did they need HIS help?

"Sal, get out of the bathroom."

What was going on?

"Sal, get out of the bathroom.."

Why is this happening?

"SAL! GET OUT OF THE FUCKI-"

Henry's words were cut off by the sound of vomit leaving his mouth; Sal knew he'd fucked up by zoning out in the bathroom. He quickly opened the door, and ran out of the apartment without saying a word.

He was late for school.

Sal knew the amount of trouble he'd be in with his father when he got home, that is, if Henry were even home by 3:00, when Sal usually got in from school.

As Sal thought about his dad's voice this morning, and if he would even remember the incident from just 30 minutes earlier, he felt a breeze on his face, which calmed him down.

Wait.

Sal shouldn't be able to feel the breeze on his face.

His face..

Sal had forgotten his prosthetic in the bathroom.

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Ringing...

Ringing...

Ringing...

"Hey, Sally Face! What's u-"

"LARRY! I forgot my prosthetic in the bathroom of my apartment.

"Shit."

"I KNOW. Can you do me a huge favour? I'm already at the bus stop."

"Fuck- FINE! But you owe me this time!"

"THATS FINE! I just need my-!"

Sal's sentence was cut off by Larry hanging up the phone. The boy grit his teeth, hood over his face, waiting for Larry to come, when he felt a presence next to him.

He looked up, and the presence was none other than Travis Phelps.