Rocky
My eyes slowly flutter open only to see pure white above me. I shift my head slightly and see a corner as I move my hand only to feel the familiar texture of a bed sheet.
"How do you feel, ma'am?" A timid young man asks from my side, holding a cup of water.
"Decent," I mutter as I take the plastic cup from him, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat. I imagine the drink erasing the lie that just came from my mouth.
"Decent"
Yeah right decent . It feels like my world has just collapsed around me.
"You passed out for unknown reasons in a corner near the enterance. A lady found you there and was worried, so she rolled you inside and we placed you on a bed to rest." The man uses his fingers to comb through his hair. "You have a guest outside; she seems worried. She has brownish red hair and tan skin. Average height. Do you know her?"
"Yeah I know her," I mumble. The characteristics describe Ashley.
"Good! I'll send her in!" The man leaves the room and I fall back onto the bed, my head colliding with the soft white pillows. A moment later, Ashley walks in with a look of stress scribbled all over her face. We make eye contact and he gives me a scowl.
"Next time before you pass out can you give me a minute to finish my freakin sentences?" Ashley walks right next to the bed and I sit up, my head tilted in confusion.
"Conan is missing. That's what I meant by gone. He's not dead." Ashley states, still frowning.
Even though it's still horrible that he's missing, I feel a weight lift from my chest. He isn't dead.
"Well... We at least think he isn't dead... it's a long story. The police are searching right now."
"What happened?" I mutter, goosebumps forming on my skin.
"There's literally no evidence so far that points to what happened..." I see Ashley's eyes fall to the floor. "The police couldn't find anything other than a broken lightbulb. There were some bloody shards with Conan's blood in them... Apparently Conan tried calling the police but the call was hung up almost immediately after. They trailed the address and found nothing but the broken light and an unused knife on his bed..."
"Conan has been letting me use his room," I blurt out. "There's never been a knife there for any reason, and the light was fine before I left..."
"They kinda figured that the room was normal earlier, Rocky. They aren't stupid," Ashley shrugs. "For now you can stay with us at our place. Hopefully they'll find him soon enough. There's nothing we can do at the moment and it irritates me..."
"Is there really nothing?" I lean closer to her, my palms resting flat on the comforter. "Are we really so stuck that we have to wait this out? What if they don't find him... What if they never get evidence... What if-"
Ashley's hands rest on my shoulders.
"Rocky, I need you to listen to me," her dark, brown eyes piercing into my own. "Panicking won't do anything right now. I'm just as, if not more, scared as you... We need to stay safe. We need to stay secure. And we need to stay sane. Can you do that?"
I pause, my breath hitching.
"Can you do this for me, Rocky? Can you let the police take care of this situation instead of meddling? It will only put you in harm." Ashley's grip on me gets tighter as I see small beads of water forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Can you do these things for me
...for Conan..."
Before I can even nod in agreement, I hear a familiar yet bone chilling ring. My phone is placed on a white table across the room, paired with my purse. The man must have brought them in earlier while I was still asleep. I hear Ashley sigh as both of our eyes glare at the lit up screen. Hesitantly, Ashley walks over and slowly brings me the device, turning it over so she can't see the notifications.
Once the phone is in my palms I feel a ball form in my throat. I look up at Ash and see her biting her lips in anxiousness. She must know that the sound that just went off is the Fairly Local app.
I open my phone and click the notification, only to be greeted with a horrifically familiar screen.
wishyouwereconan: this is all your fault, Rocky.
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Rocky
"You seem shaken up. What's going on?" Ashley and I are in my living room waiting for my mom to return home from hearing the news. She was away visiting Maddy Brett and helping her take care of her new baby, Mia. Once she heard the news about Conan, she told Ashley and me she would head straight home.
"I've found out Conan is missing and they found blood at the crime scene. How would you feel?" I sarcastically roll my eyes.
"Like I do right now, but for you there's something more than that," Ashley places a finger on her chin as she thinks. "It's almost as if there's something you know that I don't."
"How do yo-"
"I have my ways." Ashley stuffs a pillow in his face and quickly removes it out of boredom. "You gonna spill? If it's important you better. Conan is my best friend and I'm trying to maintain my composure here."
I sigh, reminding myself that Conan means way more to Ashley that I could possibly ever comprehend.
"I received a message from Conan..."
"WHAT!?" Ashley shoots up. "What does it say!? Let me see!" She scrambles over to my wheelchair and starts grabbing at my purse. I pull it away and take out my phone, entering the password and pulling out the Fairly Local text.
"I thought you guys didn't use this god forsaken app anymore..." Ashley murmurs, examining the text.
"That's what I thought too, honestly." I shrug. "Why would Conan send me this though? It's not like him."
Ashley bites her lower lip as my eyes shift from her and the floor. She seems to be thinking hard. Suddenly, her eyes get wide as she grabs the phone and presses her fingers against the keyboard.
"What are you doing?" I ask, my head tilted.
"Trying to get more info from this person. It's not Conan."
"What?"
"Conan's phone was found in his house when the police came," Ashley lifts her head and her brown, worried eyes lock with mine. "He used an old iPhone to call the cops. His phone was in the kitchen, untouched."
"So you're saying someone else is texting... couldn't Conan have just logged in from a different device?"
Ashley looks at me like I'm stupid. "This is Conan we are talking about here. One: why would the person who took him give him access to electronic devices." Her eyes roll. "And two: Conan hecking cares about you to the point you're basically all he talks about. Why would he say something like this? Come on Rocky, you're better than this."
I swallow the lump that formed in my throat as my face goes red. Ashley continues to type.
"If my suspicions are correct...," Ashley stays focused on the screen intently. I see her do one final tap before she flips the phone around to my view, showing me the response she sent.
"I believe this is either Bonan or his new little friend."
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A/N
I don't really got a fact rn but later I will
