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Unfathomable 》 No ship

Published: July 26, 2019

Pairings: technically none

Summary: A classmate disappears, piquing Ryan's interest. When Ryan finds out there's some supernatural element to his disappearance, he goes in too deep.

Notes: I've been sitting on this for a while. It might've been a fic one day, but I knew it wasn't going to be finished.

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The rumor had started innocently enough through a concerned friend. It was created in order to add some sort of humor to deal with grief.

A teenage boy, around his age, had went missing. This was naturally concerning as they lived in such a small town. Everyone knew how cheery the boy was. Friends recalled that Dallon was rarely spotted without a smile on his face. They couldn't fathom him possibly wanting to run away, so someone created a rumor.

"I think Dallon got caught up in something he couldn't handle, something too nefarious for him to confess."

Ryan had been a witness, to some degree. He went to the same school as the other boy, and like many pointed out, he had noticed something off about him in recent times before he was reported missing. Dallon always seemed tired, like he was going to fall asleep at any moment during class. He socialized with others less and less, seemingly occupied with other things.
While those moments had seemed so miniscule and unimportant at the moment, it now had importance.

Sometimes, rumors do have some level of truth to them, and Ryan really wanted to know what happened. It really wasn't as personal to him as it was to others; him and Dallon were friends, but not in a super close way.

Like most parents, the Weekes were devastated. Who wouldn't be upset about the disappearance of their son? They had been hopeful when the police had promised to search for him, but even the police gave up hope. With that vulnerability in mind, Ryan headed over to the Weekes' home after school.

He knocked on the door, and Mrs. Weekes opened the door. Ryan grimaced at her sorry state. Her complexion was paler than usual, with despair creeping up through her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it. "Oh, Ryan," she said, greeting him quietly. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How've you been?"

"I've been fine," Ryan sighed. "I just wanted to ask... has the police found anything about Dallon?"

Her eyes shined with tears, but she blinked them away. "No, not really," she choked out. "I miss him so dearly."

"I know," Ryan reassured her. "You just need to keep your hopes up."

She sniffled, nodding her head. "Yeah, that's true. It's just difficult to pretend that everything's fine when it's not."

Ryan agreed, nodding. As he spoke his next words, he tried his best to be careful of her feelings. "I was just wondering if I could... search his room?" At her look, he added, "I just want to try to help. Maybe there were some clues even the police couldn't understand."

Mrs. Weekes hesitated, but finally nodded. "Just don't stress yourself over this," she cautioned. But Ryan had no intentions to do that.

"Alright, thank you." He sent the worried woman a smile, hoping he would get the answers he required. Mrs. Weekes led him upstairs to Dallon's room and quickly left, probably too emotional to even look around in there.

Ryan scanned the room, his memories running wild. He'd only been here once or twice due to a project the two had to complete, but it was beneficial. Considering Dallon was a secretive person, he doubted the police had really uncovered everything in his room. He vaguely remembered Dallon strictly forbidding him from opening a certain drawer in his nightstand, so he figured that was the best place to start.