The Color Red [ Mephone4S x reader ]

003: Arguments over the phone

You looked around in confusion, watching as the phone then grabbed your house keys and held them.

You were confused on why it was hiding your keys, because you could just walk out without them.

The phone continued to point the gun in your direction. You just jingled silently in the chains it had put you in.

You're not even sure where the chains came from. They literally appeared out of thin air in the phone's hand.

"Come on.." The phone tampered on its own screen, on the number keypad.

"Mind calling 911 for me?" You smirked, feeling snarky.

It just stopped and stared at you, gun still pointing at your head.

"No," It answered, slamming its fist on the call button.

"Alright then, thanks for nothing," You looked back down at your chained hands.

Maybe I should've stayed on the phone with (F/n). You thought, imagining a fake scenario where they called the cops for you.

That was when you suddenly heard a new voice from in front of you.

"4S, where are you?"

It was the voice of a man.

An angry man, actually.

You didn't bother to call for help, only because the phone still had the gun pointed in your direction...

...even though its body was facing the other way for the call.

"I'm still trying to figure that out," It answered the man's question, as it looked around the living room.

"Well, you better figure out soon, Mephone4 is still alive!" He yelled at the phone.

"Sir, I believe I was teleported into the wrong location,"

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Hold on, let me see something.." His voice finally said.

You just laughed. "Who are you people?!" You suddenly quoted Patrick Star, making the phone jump and face back to you.

"4S, who is that?" The voice asked, the phone, who you now know as '4S' just slapped his hand on your mouth before you could speak again.

"Just this THING I found here, it's nothing important,"

The man just gasped. "Oh, okay, now I see.." He started, the sound of a keyboard being typed on from the other side of the phone.

"Instead of being sent to the island, you were sent to a different dimension,"

"WHAT?!"

The phone known as 4S screamed from the news, letting go of your mouth and dropping the gun on the floor.

It looked distressed, from what you're seeing.

"Yeah, but there's probably a way for me to pull you back and continue with the mission," The man told the phone.

You slowly wiggled your way out of the chains, your wrists being a little too small for them.

"But for now, you should find you a place to stay,"

You slowly stood up from the couch and quietly tip toed to the gun.

"You better lay low, you don't know what's in that dimension,"

You quietly picked up the gun and then quickly hid it somewhere.

"Yes, sir," The phone, known as 4S, spoke.

The sound of the call ending was the last thing you heard before the phone turned back around.

..

...

"WHAT THE F-"

It yelled as you quickly tried to tackle it down.

Sadly, you didn't successfully pin down the phone, but you got close enough and managed to push it to the floor.

You looked down as the phone tried to get back up. But it looked like its body was too heavy for its to pick itself back up.

The scene actually looked pretty funny.

You tried not to laugh at the sight, as you crouched down to the phone's level.

It tried its best to reach your face to punch, but your face was at least five centimeters too far.

You snickered and pressed the button on the phone's side. Good thing you had a phone, so you would know that was the off button.

The phone's screen turned form a bright red, to an empty black.

Its arms and legs that it was flailing around finally hit the floor, lifeless.

You stood back up and just waited a few moments in the silence.

Okay, so...

...that happened.. You thought, looking back down at the lifeless body.

Maybe I should put it somewhere for now..

You sat in your kitchen, looking down at your phone, thinking about what to say.

"Hi, I just got held at gunpoint," You whispered under your breath, only to quickly shake your head at the sentence.

"No.. um..." You thought, pulling up your contacts.

(F/n)'s name was the first to appear, because of you calling them before any of this happened.

Goddamn it... You thought, clicking the call button.

It was only thirty minutes ago that you were chained to your couch, and being held at gunpoint.

Now you're calling someone to come help you about this thing in your house...

It rang for at least a full minute, before being answered with the very tired voice of (F/n).

"Bruh, what happened to you passing out?" They asked, sounding so annoyed.

You just let out a soft sigh and chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, Umm.. I have a story for you..."