"I can't talk now; s-she might be listening"
"Hold on."
The two objects on the ground were a flashlight and a smartphone. The flashlight was still on though the glass lenses had shattered. Like it had been dropped. The smartphone was in similar condition though glass only cracked in one spot. The phone case had protected it. They were lying just outside your office. You pocket the phone.
He notices the discarded objects too. "Oh you should return those to lost and found. I know the-" Bonnie stops upon seeing your worried expression.
The unusualness of the scene set off warning bells within you. It had sparked your anxiety.
"What's going on?" Bonnie asked loud enough to hear across the area. He had noticed your sudden change in posture.
"Shhh." You shush him.
The office lights were off and just lightly touching the handle you could tell it was locked. You grab the tazer and carefully unlock the door. If there was something waiting in there for you, you were going to be ready.
"I-is everything alright?" Bonnie asked, quieter this time.
"I'm not sure. On the count of 3 we're both going to enter. Alright?" Bonnie nods.
1.
You unlock the door.
2.
The door handle turns ever slightly.
3.
You burst open the door using the flashlight to illuminate everything. The room was empty.
"So what was that about?" Bonnie asks confused. You turn on the lights.
"I thought someone was in here." You shrug. You close the door and lock it behind you.
"This is where it all started." You show Bonnie the room.
"Wow."
"Check those boxes; they'd left stuff in there for you." You motion over to Bonnie. He happily complies and starts digging through.
With him distracted you turn your attention to where the phone and flashlight came from. You check the phone. With a click of the power button the lock screen comes up. There was a photo of a spaceship as the wallpaper. There were also several missed calls and text messages that were unanswered.
The contact name of the missed caller read in plain text.
Gregory. It had to be that Gregory. Freddy's partner in crime.
Oh no.
This had to have been Vanessa's phone. You start to wonder, fear rising as to what happened that she randomly dropped her phone.
"Ooooh is this all for me?" Bonnie says as he dove into the boxes.
You were now seriously worried about what happened to Vanessa. She hadn't answered earlier. What if something went down? Before you could formulate a plan the phone receives another text. It lights up the screen and you can see it.
FROM: GREGORY
MESSAGE: almost there
Wait, did he mean here? Something was going on. You didn't know Vanessa's phone code but you did have a phone. Gregory's number was visible on the text. Maybe Vanessa's in trouble?
Out of the corner of your eye you see Bonnie putting various pieces of clothing and merch onto the working table, ogling them all.
"Hold on a sec Bonnie. I just gotta call someone."
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Ol' Big Ears
FanfictionYou are a freelance technician. The job had its perks, you made your own hours, turned down dangerous jobs and picked your clientele. This was to be a simple job, they seemed desparate for anyone to take it. "J-just come in a take a look at the mac...
