☼ One Missed Call [IC Contact] ☼

[rememberstime]

Strider speaking. Not sure what I'm doing that would make it impossible for me to answer. I mean, being in Buttfuck Nowhere doesn't leave you with a lot to do.

If you're hearing this though, I'm not available. You know the drill. Leave messages, receive answers later.

Here's that motherfucking tone.

[Beep Beep Motherfuckers]

Comments

[Sent after Dave vanished]

[fracturedsoul]

Hey, you still up for that strife?

[TWO HOURS LATER]

[fracturedsoul]

Don't tell me you're asleep at this time of day.

[HALF AN HOUR AFTER THAT]

[fracturedsoul]

Hey. Looks like people are disappearing, so if you're actually reading this then be careful.

If you just happened to go somewhere and left your phone behind I'm kicking your ass.

[fracturedsoul]

... Don't worry, I'm gonna find you.

[fracturedsoul]

Hey, talk to me. Done being all stab-happy?

[rememberstime]

fuck

[fracturedsoul]

I'll take that as a yes.

[rememberstime]

got your other messages

[Guess who's feeling like the hugest fucking failure.]

[fracturedsoul]

Cool.

Vriska told me what happened after I took my dirt nap.

[rememberstime]

yea
i guess that happened

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah.

Or did it?

[rememberstime]

no
it did
i remember

[fracturedsoul]

Funny. Some creeper lady vid-posted the other day saying she and Lightbulb Head could get the missing people back. She also said some stuff about "intruders". Of course, there's no guarantee she was being honest.

[rememberstime]

idk
im
i
...
im not really sure what happened the passed few days

[fracturedsoul]

What matters is everything's back to Abax's general definition of "normal" for now.

Where are you?

[rememberstime]

heading back
its cold as fuck
i was expecting to wake up blind again or some shit
nothing apparently

[fracturedsoul]

Same here. Looks like we lucked out.

I'll have something to eat ready by the time you get back.

[rememberstime]

oh
ok

[fracturedsoul]

See you soon?

[rememberstime]

yea
ill be there soon

[fracturedsoul]

[ By the time Dave arrives, Dirk's heated up some canned ravioli over a fire on the roof. Not the best of meals, but it's fucking five-star compared to the beans he usually makes. He's waiting in Dave's apartment. ]

[rememberstime]

[Dave was decent enough to get clothes on before arriving back. He kind of just drags himself in. He's been doing the thinking thing and it isn't really the best idea. He's figuring that out quickly, but still trying.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk's wearing an apron and a pair of oven mitts when Dave enters the apartment, hoping to at least get a laugh out of his bro. The guy obviously feels guilty over something that might not have even been his doing, and Dirk doesn't like that. ]

[rememberstime]

[Dave would fine it hilariously ironic, but just seeing Dirk kind of makes Dave feel worst.

Even if he wasn't in his right mind or it wasn't him. It still betrayed Dirk's trust and he couldn't just push the blame off himself.]

[fracturedsoul]

What, no honey I'm home?

[ He places the food he's prepared, along with a glass of water, down on the living room table and gestures to it. ]

Sit down, I'll get your slippers.