Approximately one hour has passed, and 'Tabitha' still hasn't received any friend requests, messages, or calls.
"I told you this was stupid," Zander muttered, rubbing his eyes before laying his head on a pillow. "It'll be fun, you said. Yeah, well where are all the hot chicks?"
"Shut the fuck up, you helped come up with the idea too, dumbass." Charlie scooted away from Zander, moving to the opposite end of the couch.
Tori, on the other hand, wasn't bored at all. In fact, she was completely relishing this. A smug grin was on her lips, and she said, "I told you so."
"Shut up, Twi," the disgruntled pair said simultaneously, causing her to roll her eyes.
"Omegle would have been your best bet," she continued, ignoring their glares. "At least you wouldn't have to wait for two hours."
"If we wanted to see people jacking off, we would have gone there, Twi. But we want to scare people by randomly calling them."
"That plan is foolproof," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"I know right?" Both answered back, hitting call on yet another random profile.
The familiar sound of the Skype call ringing was the only thing filling the air, even Tori looking over in curiosity.
And for the first time in those two hours, somebody answered.
The video for the other person was pretty dark, almost as if they had no lights on, and Zander and Charlie squinted, making similar faces.
"Hello?" Charlie called out, imitating an old woman. "Young man, show thyself."
"Great way to talk to someone Dash. 'Show thyself'. What are you, 60?"
"No, that's the number of your followers on Instagram though."
"Fuck you."
Right as he said those words, the other person turned their lights on.
