The Great Tales of QLS

2 ~ Down the Rabbit Hole

It was a day like any other, I suppose. Each one of the girls were fangirling at art they found while scrolling through the internet. They were contemplating their life choices, and telling the finest of all jokes.

   But then, with the magic of plot, something disrupted this daily routine.

   One by one, they fell victim.

   It started with Usako, she was her phone, scrolling through My Hero Academia comics when her screen got really bright. She squinted brown eyes under her glasses.

   Usako muttered to herself in confusion. A queasy feeling rose in her stomach, the fear of uncertainty of if you saved your draft of writing and had to see if it was still there or you had to rewrite the whole fucking thing. By the time Usako's eyes adjusted, she was somewhere very different than her room.

   Next, Cookie. She was about to check the mountains of messages from the group chat that she missed. God help her, there was over 3000. ("I love you 3000", right, fellas?)

   She brushed some of her long, long hair out of her face as she opened Instagram. Cookie sighed while she scrolled through the chat. Most of them were weird interactions with "E". Her device's screen glowed bright, and she suddenly developed a headache. Cookie closed her eyes to collect her bearings but the air felt very different when her sight was black.

   Sophie was on discord, chatting with Shaye and Olivia. Sophie has her infamous green kazoo, she was playing Take on Me in between wheezes. She takes a break and laid the magnificent instrument down before she could piss herself laughing.

   Sophie was confused when there was no one talking from the discord call. Normally it takes effort for everyone to shut the fuck up. But now, it was dead quiet. Sophie looked back to her screen. Discord wasn't open. Her whole screen lit up like Super Sonic, blinding Sophie.

   "What the hell?" Sophie muttered.

   Shaye calls for Sophie in the chat. There was no response. Olivia wasn't talking either. This was freaky, normally it takes hours for everyone to go offline when on a voice chat. Never does anyone in the cult hang up and disappear without reason first.

   Worried, Shaye typed in the chat. "You guys okay?" There was no response. She frowned, confused. She hoped that it was just her internet being trashy or something. She exited discord and then reopened it. The screen was a painful white. It was like staring God in the face. And being the mini-Satan Shaye is, this makes her shut her eyes and almost drop her phone. She rubs her eyes, head spinning.

   "I must be high," she blurted when she opened her eyes again.

   "Yo? Y-you guys good?" Olivia asks, staring at her laptop, looking for the microphones of her friends to give off sound. "Shaye..? Sophie?"

   Nothing came in response. Olivia felt sick all a sudden. She cups her hand over her mouth, leaning over in her chair. She glances over at her laptop, both it and her phone's screen had a bright white light shining out like God thought they were the most important objects in existence. Which they were since Olivia was buried neck-deep in E-Learning due to that mother fucker, COVID-19.

   Olivia falls out of her chair. And then she looks around her. And then she curses in Polish.

   "Olive Garden?" Claudia calls. She heard a bang from her sister's room, so she was going to investigate. Also, she hasn't barged in to spam a bunch of keys on her laptop yet, so, two birds one stone.

   Claudia opens the door, not knocking. Olivia was nowhere in sight. This instantly put Claudia out of her joking mood. She scanned the room, nothing was out of the ordinary.