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99luftballons ([personal profile] 99luftballons) wrote in [community profile] elnyan 2018-07-06 04:04 pm (UTC)

[How wise of her to let it go. It hits the floor and keeps on clattering, the racket echoing on the station's metal walls like a witch's cackle. More pops and hisses abound, and twice the phone leaps off the floor with the force of its fit.

Then the screen blows off. The glass rockets into the air and shatters on impact with the ceiling. The metallic guts left behind steam and surge with a runny, bubbling ooze, pinkish and white and smelling as foul as a summer corpse left to bake. It spills over the sides and runs into a puddle. The boiling stream is steady, widening as Futaba watches.

There's a final, quaint ping.]


You have one new message. Main menu: to hear new messages, press one. To hear all messages, press two...

[There's a beep. A bubble blossoms and pops with the heavy snap of magma.]

First. New message:

[And the voice comes in a roar. Not just from the phone, but from all around, vibrating through the walls, buffeting at Futaba's ears. And between them too — though the sensation is hard to place at first, she'll realize that she's hearing the voice a half-second earlier in the privacy of her own mind.

Perhaps because she was expecting it.]


FUTAAAABAAAAAA!!

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