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"Hey Danny, was just wondering where you're at right now. Hopefully not busy, 'cause the new 'Terror from Not-So Above' movie's finally out, and we're gonna watch it."
Tucker's distant voice cuts through the recording, "More like Sam got her hands on an early release and we're gonna pre-screen it at her home-theater and steal all her snacks."
"Hmph, if you wanna steal all my snacks, I hope you like quinoa. I've been trying these new snack crackers that-"
Tucker gasps in mock offense, closer to the microphone now, "Don't tell me you've destroyed the sanctity that is movie time POPCORN AND CHIPS, SAM?! That's it, I can't take it anymore. I'm packing up and leaving Amity Park for good. Sayonara, Danny, I'll miss you bro. I leave all my worldly possessions to you. Make sure you take good care of Lilly for me, she won't be able to make the trip with her short battery life-"
There's slight rustling and crinkling before Sam speaks up again, a distant muffled "Hey!" Overlapped by her words, "Ya big drama queen, it's just snacks. Besides, you know I still have yours and Danny's favorites." She scoffs, but it carries a light-hearted fondness with it
"Anyway, if you're not dealing with any... mmm-business, get your spooky ass over here! I don't want to waste my weekend waiting any longer than we have to to watch this thing."
"Dude, dude," Tucker's voice gets close to the receiver again, "Can you IMAGINE the look on the A-listers faces when we spoil the whole thing for them? It'll be a riot, and totally worth the beating we'll receive after."
"Tucker, no. We're NOT doing that."
"You mean you're not doing that, Danny and I will be."
"No, Tucker, I mean NONE of us are doing that!"
"And what're you gonna do if we do, huh?"
"I'll kill you and then throw both your asses to Klemper for the rest of eternity."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
There's what sounds like shuffling and static on the other end, followed by the occasional shout from Tucker saying "Mercy, Mercy!" As Sam laughs wickedly.
"Anyway, be there or be square. We're not gonna wait for you if-"
2:37 - 4:23
3 months ago
The sound of Sam's jovial voice echoes through the space discordantly and undeterred.
Unbothered by the current circumstance, unchanged.
A door to the past.
The phone lays cracked on the ground, nearly flattened by the rubble and disconnected at one of the hinges; bits of internal circuitry peaking through the plastic casing.
It's a wonder the thing’s still functioning at all.
Dust settles over the device in the small crevice it's nestled between.
"-ring some soda too. I would kill for some Dr. Pesky right now. It's been like, weeks since I've been able to get my hands on some." Tucker's voice squeezes through the dinny speakers.
In the distance, a blood-curdling scream rings out, followed by what sounds like a million stones tumbling down a landslide before imploding in on themselves with an ear splitting crash.
"Tuck, you're impossible. It's been like, three days."
"Three days too long!"
The sound of a crackling fire draws nearer.
"Fine, Whatever. Anyway, if you do get soda, you know strawberry crash is my fave."
The ground quakes.
"Oh, I'M the impossible one?"
"Better watch your tone, Foley. I have no qualms with stealing Sharon and making you run laps again."
Tucker's following indignant squawk rings off the debris loudly, and is punctuated by another rumble, this one much closer.
The harsh blue light of the screen bounces off the jagged edges of the rebar and concrete that poke through the shrouded darkness, warping their appearance to that of a twisted predator lying in wait, curling around the light as if it were a trap.
Red begins to collect in the divots of the ground, slowly and surely creating a macabre tide pool in the tightness of the space. The darkness painting it black like ichor, all consuming and drowning the dim luminescence of the phone.
Fading further and further.
"OH NO YOU DO NOT-!"
"Anyway, Seven at the latest, Danny. 'Kay, See ya there, byeeeee!"
The phone clicks, and the voice-mail ends.