The Probable Phil Chronicles

Part 10

I am violently thrown through a door which slams shut behind me. If you want to know how it felt, it's like how violently you, the reader, are now being thrown into my perspective. Hello, this is Lauren. You get to be in my mind for the next part. I promise it makes sense. Probably.

Anyway, I spring to my feet and go for the door knob. I can't find it. The door is perfectly smooth. I slam my shoulder into it, hoping to get it open. The door barely budges.

"Lauren? What are you doing here?" a voice comes from behind me. I whip around to find my friend, Michaela sitting at a desk.

"Better question, what are you doing here?" I ask, completely dodging the question.

"I'm the copywriter here," she replies.

"Is this where you've been for the past what 6 months?" I question.

"Actually 2 years," Michaela corrects.

"Darn Collapse," I mumble under my breath.

"Now don't dodge my question. What are you doing here?" Michaela demands.

I'm not getting out of this one.

I sigh before giving an answer. "I'm here with Mary. Or was here. We came here to discover the reason for Phil's creation," I explain.

"Phil? The plant?" she asks.

"Yeah. That one," I confirm.

Michaela shakes her head. "Anyway, where is Mary?" she asks.

"I don't know. We got attacked by some living door knobs, and they separated us," I explain. I let my back hit the door and I slide down to the floor. My hand unconsciously travels to my lips. I used to be a nail bitter, but I broke that habit. I still move my hand though when I'm nervous.

Michaela gets up from her desk and joins me on the floor. "I've wondered this for a while, but how did you two meet?" she asks.

"We meet on one of my missions...." I begin.

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I headed into my office with a cup of tea in my hand. On my desk was a vanilla folder. I sat down in my chair and set down my tea.

"What do you have for me today?" I murmured to myself. I was hoping for either a Mothman or Jersey Devil. Those rarely pop up. I've only caught one of each.

"Wait, Mothman? Jersey Devil? What were you doing with the FBI?" Michaela suddenly asks.

"Oh. I was part of the paranormal division. It was my job to go and collect  cryptids and extraterrestrials. Anyway...." I respond.

I opened the folder and see I'm going to Washington. Another bigfoot was spotted near a small town.  I rolled my eyes. That was the fourth one this week. And it was only Tuesday.

I quickly scanned through the documents. Standard stuff. Been spotted by some people. There was even a video taken. I finished my tea and headed out. A plane ride and a drive later, I arrived.

I ventured into the forest. This was the hardest part. Finding the darn creatures. They were pretty easy to take down. Well except for that Megalodon. There's a good reason I don't take missions concerning water creatures.

Anyway, I wandered around the forest until I heard a loud bellow through the trees straight ahead. Reconizing it as the call of a bigfoot, I broke into a run through the trees. I quickly found my bigfoot. Except it was carrying a shotgun. I stood in confusion, but I quickly unfroze as the bigfoot started firing in my direction. I ducked behind one of the thick trees that surrounded me.