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[blackdogdown]

INBOX text / audio / video / action Yeah, you've reached Guts. Leave a message, but don't expect me to call back. art credit code credit

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[lightmischief]

Luci luci@applenet.net
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[blackdogdown]

[He should not respond to this obvious bait, he holds off for a total of five minute before mashing at his phone.]

Turn on your location right now.
Turn it on.

Turn it fucking on.

[lightmischief]

Okay.

[Nothing happens.]

[blackdogdown]

[He clenches the phone so hard the little plastic case cracks a little.]

Don't play fucking games me with me. Don't fuck around. I will find you, I will fucking find you.

[lightmischief]

I'm not playing a game this time.

Maybe that's why it's even more funny?

[blackdogdown]

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[Then the connection cuts out as Guts half punches, half smashes his phone into a wall. He doesn't exactly remember how he got outside the car. It probably doesn't really matter. ]

[lightmischief]

[If he bothers to look over to the nearest electrical item of the place that has a display...]

[blackdogdown]

[ Well Guts is a hater, and he sure is gonna keep on hating. Residents of the Green Apple campus may hear a frustrated scream as a nearby brick makes contact with the cars navigational app. ]

Fuck off!!

[lightmischief]

[The car's alarm goes off and can't be stopped for the next 10 seconds.

Also the doors locked up automatically.]

[blackdogdown]

[ Guts has the stunning revelation that he left his keys on the dashboard..]

Mother- I. Swear. We are going to meet one day. And I am going to make you remember this.

[He probably looks pretty crazy nearly pulling out his hair and talking to his car but no. Fuck this. Fuck today. Mess with Guts? Sure. Mess with his car? Luci's death will be slow.]

[lightmischief]

[The car's radio starts to play. It keeps going on...]

[blackdogdown]

[ Any unfortunate passerby would see a tall man repeatedly kick his own memeing car for a solid five minutes before throwing his hands up and walking away, swearing profusely.

[lightmischief]

[Is the car trolling him? Yes.]

[blackdogdown]

[ He flips it off as he walks away, not even looking back. He's going to go live in the woods away from any electronics or something. Or maybe just throw rocks at Sions window until the guy lets him in. ]

[lightmischief]

[The car doors open again. There's no more sound.

Is he gone?]

[blackdogdown]

[There is a long pause. Guts does not trust easy.]

Hey.

[A small pebble clicks against the window of the car.]

If you think I'm stupid enough to just jump back inside and get jumpscared, I'm not falling for it.

[lightmischief]

[A voice from inside the radio responds.]

No, I had my fun now.

Thanks! I promise I'm not going to give you a jumpscare.

[blackdogdown]

Oh. My. Pleasure

[He does not take one step closer to the car.]

I'm gonna stay out here for a bit, thanks.

[lightmischief]

Okay! You're missing you, I even turned on the air conditioner for you.

[After that, there is no more words from him. If he did look at the navigation screen (if its not too damaged), the image of his traveling band from back home is displayed briefly. If he tries to touch it, it disappears. There is, thankfully nothing else after this.]