Cheselth
RadDragon28
Yes I'm aware this is in the creativity area. This isn't an actual roleplay. Just think of it as an interactive story.
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It's raining now. You pull out your umbrella and open it, shielding you from the watery bullets that are falling from the sky. You just got stood up by your best friend for a party, after they said that dinner together was the best thing to do in order to talk about what's going on. They even gave you the special promise handshake that you two made up when you were in second grade. The nerve... You think to yourself.
They just had to wait until you sat in the fancy restaurant for thirty minutes waiting for them. Then they text you.
You walk along the sidewalk that leads to your two story, 100 year old, Victorian home.
Ding!
Your phone goes off for the second time tonight. You unlock your phone to read the message.
You have no idea who it's from. The number is blocked.
The box.
That's all it reads. You ignore the text, assuming it's just a mistake you happened to get it.
You put your phone into your bag and continue to walk home. The street lights finally decide to come on.
They never did work properly, yet no one came to fix them. This is a real hazard.
CRASH!
Thunder suddenly erupts from the depths of the dark, dark rain clouds.
You begin running so that you don't have to deal with this for long. Another loud thunder crashes, though this one is even louder. Another one, and then another. They kind of sound like footsteps at this point. You laugh to yourself, thinking of that anime where people would be scared out of their wits to hear this and not have Omni Directional Gear.
Now you're kind of paranoid since this thought gives you more ideas. You glance over your shoulder to find nothing behind you. By the time you look back, there's a metal box with a lock on it. Was that there before?
You quirk an eyebrow and walk towards it to check it out, you curiosity is too strong to ignore it.
Ding!
Your phone goes off again.
Take it. It's a gift from me to you.
Think of this as an apology.
An apology? Was your friend playing a prank? You shrug.
What will you do?
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It's raining now. You pull out your umbrella and open it, shielding you from the watery bullets that are falling from the sky. You just got stood up by your best friend for a party, after they said that dinner together was the best thing to do in order to talk about what's going on. They even gave you the special promise handshake that you two made up when you were in second grade. The nerve... You think to yourself.
They just had to wait until you sat in the fancy restaurant for thirty minutes waiting for them. Then they text you.
You walk along the sidewalk that leads to your two story, 100 year old, Victorian home.
Ding!
Your phone goes off for the second time tonight. You unlock your phone to read the message.
You have no idea who it's from. The number is blocked.
The box.
That's all it reads. You ignore the text, assuming it's just a mistake you happened to get it.
You put your phone into your bag and continue to walk home. The street lights finally decide to come on.
They never did work properly, yet no one came to fix them. This is a real hazard.
CRASH!
Thunder suddenly erupts from the depths of the dark, dark rain clouds.
You begin running so that you don't have to deal with this for long. Another loud thunder crashes, though this one is even louder. Another one, and then another. They kind of sound like footsteps at this point. You laugh to yourself, thinking of that anime where people would be scared out of their wits to hear this and not have Omni Directional Gear.
Now you're kind of paranoid since this thought gives you more ideas. You glance over your shoulder to find nothing behind you. By the time you look back, there's a metal box with a lock on it. Was that there before?
You quirk an eyebrow and walk towards it to check it out, you curiosity is too strong to ignore it.
Ding!
Your phone goes off again.
Take it. It's a gift from me to you.
Think of this as an apology.
An apology? Was your friend playing a prank? You shrug.
What will you do?
