[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
BRADLEY
What a bum. *I knew it. I knew he was unreliable!! He hasn't changed one bit since college.* I thought, dialing Maxamillion Goof's number into my phone.
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No answer. *How odd.* Suddenly the phone rang. The ring was loud, obnoxious. It filled my office with its blaring voice. I slowly walked to the desk, from where I was standing at my window. The anticipation felt different this time, like someone new was calling. Or something. The aching pressure emulating from the phone was unbearable. A knock.
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*How odd.* The light in my office flickered, like a flame-untamed, but unnatural. Another knock. Louder. The patter of shoes in the hallway. The power went out. Then the music started.
MAX
I might've been speeding but it didn't matter anymore. I might've broken traffic laws but it doesn't matter right now. All that mattered was finding answers. I swerved into the police stations parking lot, my shaky hands reaching for my phone. A missed call. From Brad. *Shit. I forgot I had work today.* I called him back.
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No answer. Whatever. I'll be at the office eventually. I instead called Bobby. How did I not think of that earlier, I don't know.
Ringing.
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Nothing.
