Anonymous: Expect Us

part one

hi this is my first story i've ever written on here so i'm sorry if it's not that great! it will definitely have some ✨smut✨ in it, so if you don't like that then here's your warning hun. anywaysss i hope you enjoy :)

It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. A combination of the clock ticking, Eli's loud gaming, and my thoughts kept me from getting any sleep.

Despite Eli telling me everything would go well, I refused to believe it. I had a chance to get into the college I'd always dreamed of, I couldn't ruin it. My brain kept running, preparing for the worst scenario. Maybe they won't like me. Is my outfit too casual? Is it too formal? What if they want someone smarter?

I eventually drifted off into a comfortable sleep around four. The few hours I had to rest, were the only few I'd be truly calm.

My alarm woke me up at eight and
reminded me of the sleep I didn't get. Only four hours. My whole education relied on four hours of sleep.

Despite the tiredness, I got ready for the long day ahead of me. I walked into the kitchen, passing Eli's room as I did. He was fast asleep as he always was, normally waking up around eleven.

It was only me and him in the house, and his messed up sleep schedule never bothered me, except for the nights he kept me up, getting mad at his video games and whatnot. He normally took care of things at night, he'd clean his part of the apartment, cook his own meals, and even water our plants at odd hours of the night.

My phone went off and I assumed it had been one of my friends or a reminder to do something, but I was mistaken. It was a tweet from Anonymous. A hacker group who had resurfaced after years of being inactive. My jaw dropped as I watched the video.

I had been obsessed with them for years, but after they had left social media for what I thought would be forever, I lost interest and had honestly forgotten about them.

I immediately went to Eli's room to wake him up, he knew about my previous obsession and would, at most, be entertained by my excitement.

I shook him a bit and no reaction, again and no reaction. Raising my voice, I called his name. He slowly, but eventually, woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, confused why I was waking him up this early

"Hmm? What do you need Iris?" he said with sleepiness still in his voice.

"You'll never believe it, Anonymous is back," I said, showing him the video excitedly.

Waking up a bit more, he sat up and tried to take the information in.

"And you woke me up for that?" He chuckled as he stretched.

I went to the edge of his bed and sat. "Yes, but you don't understand. I've loved them for years, and they chose now to come back? It's gotta be a big deal."

"A pedophile as a president seems like a pretty big deal to me," he shrugged his shoulders and handed my phone back.

"Well duh, but it's not just that. It's everything going on, I know you've seen the news Eli. They want justice and it's what they'll get no matter what. No matter who they have to expose."

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, thinking about everything. "What does this have to do with me anyways?"

"You've went to countless protests, you've seen the injustices up close and personal. It means a lot to you, but I need your help."

Eli used to work for a tech group a few years ago, they would hack systems and large companies for a lot of the same reasons Anonymous did. They were like Anonymous Light.

"No no no. If you think for a second I'm going to hack into some system larger than I could even fathom, you're simply mistaken," he said, almost nervously.

"Eli please, I just need some coordinates or anything. Something to help me."

"Why would you ever need to find Anonymous' location? What are you going to do, give them computer offerings?"

"I just want to find someone in that group. I want to hear their story, learn what it's all about, see from the inside you know?"

"I don't," he sighed, and took a moment to think, "but I'll help you. If it takes anything more than I'm qualified to do though, it's over."

I immediately fell over myself thanking him countless times. I would be eternally grateful.