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[idolworship]

Sitting at a café empty save for me - but is it truly? with the murmurings of the city's citizens drifting through the air like spectres, both familiar and friendly, I do not truly feel alone - I have beside me a pastry and drink as I fiddle with my phone, responding to my texts. As I flip through them I come upon one with an unknown link from an unknown number, and I think it is to a chat.

Strange, I think, Could it be spam?

Emanating from this text is a strange and powerful energy, a certain chill, and it hung heavy on my shoulders. It seemed as though karmic recompense for considering the sounds around me as spectres, as I found myself feeling acutely haunted for a reason I could not explain, and the sun above me grew overcast, swallowed before I realized in an endless grey.

"Who is this?" I text back to the number.

It responds. A link to the chat again.

And again. And again. And again. And again.

My phone should be no short of freezing, but instead the texts blur faster than my eyes can catch them, each the same link sent faster than human speed. In a panic I try to tap down on my screen as if to catch it and stop it, and it works— only for my thumb to press hard on the link.

Before I can realize my error, the link opens in an application I've never seen before nor have I ever downloaded. Its screen was a bright, bloody red, and as it loaded the screen grew only more distorted, more blackened. From somewhere behind me, I felt the sound of a deep, raspy breathing, and the sky above grew darker and darker, but I couldn't move; I could only watch my screen, transfixed, possessed.

Then, the chat loads up, the screen nearly indecipherable, the icons distorted, and what I see is...

Chapter 1: The Devil Sends Regards - END. To Be Continued...

[pronounces]

22/male/on my way home from a PLC meeting.

[ he's so tired. ]

[idolworship]

( be careful what you wish for )

i could die in this scenario, aren't you at least a little worried?
so cruel
what's plc?

[pronounces]

i think you'll be fine. [ who made you this way ]

professional learning community! it's a work thing.
we meet during the summer to plan for the next school year.

[idolworship]

( a complete and utter lack of supervision and positive influences, likely )

that sounds fun
but also awfully tiring
even teachers don't get summers off huh

[pronounces]

[ thanks for hurting me viechan ]

i don't mind!~ i'm excited for the school year!
plus, i like being busy. ♪ idle hands are the devil's playthings, like my mom would say.

[idolworship]

( 😘 )

haha
my mother too
no wonder the devil and i are so cozy ♪

[pronounces]

you and the confessional always were best friends...
i'm glad some things never change, i think. ♪