The Reconfiguring

Ch. 13: Seeking Help

Don walked through the halls of the mansion slowly, like she was afraid she'd wake something. Finally, she knew she had reached her destination when she got to a room with loud sobs coming from the other side of the door. She knocked hesitantly. The sobs instantly stopped.

"Wh-who is it?" Sheri's shaky voice called out.

Don sighed. "It's me,"

"I don't know who Me is."

"Don. Your, uh...half-sister."

Don waited as the door slowly opened. Sheri gasped.

"It's you! I want to kill you!"

"I'm sure you'll carry out that plan, Princess," Don said, rolling her eyes. "Look, I need your help. I'm sure you already know about...um...Phig."

"SHUT UP ABOUT HIM!!! It's too late" Sheri said, choking up again.

"There's still a way to save him! There has to be! I'm desperate, and you're his stalker. You know everything about him. Please, I'm begging you." 

Sheri stood there deep in thought. "Well, I don't know what to do."

"I do. Just talk to your dad."

"He won't do anything!" Sheri exclaimed her new bob, well, bobbing.

"I know! I just need you to distract him for a couple hours. I need to....explore."

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Phig stared at the ceiling. There was nothing  to do. Nothing. The past few hours all he had done was stare at the ceiling. He was going to die, that's that. The end. Goodbye Phig. 

Goodbye Don. 

Phig couldn't cry. He wasn't sorry for himself. He was sorry for Don. She was the best thing that has ever happened to him. She was the one who inspired him to stand up for what he believed in. It was going to be worth it. It HAD to. 

Phig was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the knocking at the door. 

"OPEN UP! Please," that voice sounded very familiar to Phig. He got up and unlocked the door. 

The Burly who had said he hoped Phig would survive stood at the door. 

"I brought you something. It's VERY old, but I think you'll need it." How had Phig never noticed how weird the Burly's voice sounded? It was almost as if he had...an accent. He handed Phig a smallish rectangular device with an apple with a bite taken out of it on the back. The extinct apple. Phig was glad he had been obsessed with extinct fruits a while back. 

Phig closed the door on his two guard Burlies. The other one must've also been in on this, because he didn't react at all. Phig pushed the circular button at the bottom of the device's screen and it suddenly blinked to life. He remembered something he had read about apples:

"There used to be a company that made mobile phones with the same name as an apple. The logo was an apple with a bite taken out of it." 

Phig swiped where it said "swipe to unlock" and saw that there was nothing on it except an icon with an eighth note on it and a compass icon. He clicked on the eighth note. There was a knock at the door again. It was the other Burly. 

"You'll also need these." His accent was even weirder than the other one's. He remembered another piece of text and a picture and concluded that these were earbuds. He took them to the bed and plugged them into the phone. 

In the eighth note icon thing, there was a list of...songs? Phig guessed. He put the earbuds into his ears. All the songs were by either The Script or Bastille. Having no idea what to start with, he clicked "shuffle." A song called Of the Night by Bastille started playing. The person singing it sounded exactly like the first Burly who had given him the phone. He went out of the eighth note and into the compass icon. There was one tab pulled up. It was a news article. He read this:

"In 2020, a chemist who would like to remain anonymous created a chemical solution that could grant immortality. Instead of using it on herself, she asked two lead singers from bands called Bastille and The Script to come in and use it. They both agreed. Their names were Dan Smith and Danny O'Donoghue. No one heard from either of them since, and the chemist wouldn't disclose any information. Many believe this was the first potion. In all probability, the chemist probably helped make a masking potion so the two musicians could blend in among the society forever without anyone noticing. They're probably still around today."

'Or right outside my door.' Phig thought. Another song came on then by The Script called The End Where I Begin. It almost sounded like the second Burly, but without the accent. That meant that they both had indeed taken a masking potion afterwards, and were disguised as Burlies outside his door. Phig smiled at his discovery and knew he had made two new immortal allies. Not that it would matter much after tomorrow. Phig spent the rest of the day listening to all of The Script and Bastille songs on the phone.

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Author's Note-

I'm so sorry it's been so long. Life happened. Hope you liked my major The Script and Bastille stuff. If you didn't, keep your opinion to yourself. Thanks.

-Kagiemd