Waiting By The Phone!!

The joke of the year

Chapter 2

Frederick woke up, he was exhausted from the lack of sleep he got from the night before. There were so many noises that kept him from sleeping. 

He slowly moved his legs off of the bed and into his sheep slippers, he hated how the floors felt under his bare feet so he strictly wears socks all except when he showers and when he gets up in the middle of the night for something he'll put on his slippers. 

With all the strength he had in his body he helped himself off of the bed. He yawned and stretched letting the sounds of his bones popping fill his bedroom, he opened his door and wandered into the living room. 

Frederick stood there shocked at the mess, his book shelf was on the ground with books scattered around, he went into his kitchen to see if there was any mess in there and with no surprises he was correct. 

Some of his plates and glass cups were shattered on the floor, whatever was in here last night really wanted to get his attention. "Holy fuck.." He said under his breath before taking a picture of the mess and sending it to Dakota. Frederick got to work and cleaned up the mess that wasn't his; 

He went back into the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of cereal. He sat down onto the couch and turned on the T.V. and switched it onto the news channel. 

"Thanks again Ron, I'm here at the scene of another brutal crime where the dismembered body of Dakota Berry was found by a 11/7 gas station, again there was no trace of any evidence of the murderer so-"
Frederick's heart dropped "W-What?.." his phone went off "Oh please let this be someone else with the same last name as her.." Frederick picked up his phone and saw a notification from an Unknown number. He touched the screen and dropped his phone with a loud gasp. 

He looked back at the picture of Dakota covered in stab wounds and blood that made it too hard to see what was going on in the picture, her eyes were rolled in the back of her head with tears streaming down their face. He looked closer and saw that their guts were spilled all over the ground. And in the corner of the picture was a recognizable Ghostface mask with black gloved hands holding the peace sign, taking a selfie as if nothing was happening. 

Frederick felt himself get sick and he ran into the bathroom to vomit. He coughed and heaved before releasing the gross fluids, now he was breathing heavily, with tears in his eyes, and his hand on his stomach. He quietly sobbed, lifting his head away from the toilet bowl, leaning his shaken body in the corner of his bathroom. 

From the living room he heard his phone go off.

"Oh no.."

Frederick slowly gets up, still shaking a bit.

"Please leave me alone.."

He steps into the living room.

"Please be safe."

He made it over to the couch where his phone sat, ringing.

"Please just let this be a dream."

The contact was listed as Unknown... with great hesitation he answered it

"H-Hello?.." His shaky voice called out into the phone.

"Did you get my photo?~" It was that same raspy low voice from last night.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT DUDE?!" Frederick shouted with tears streaming down his red hot cheeks.

"What? you don't like it? Oh ya! You told me you couldn't handle blood and guts."

"I don't know who the fuck you are. But you better leave me and my fucking life ALONE!" Frederick got angry