Often, when traveling alone, Michael would move through handheld devices to save time and gas money.
After the particular incident regarding entering a computer playing hardcore porn, he preferred to move through phones.
He had left his headphones at Jeremy’s an hour earlier and only noticed now.
It was half past one, but Jeremy had drunk a cup of coffee that morning and even a small amount of caffeine could keep him going for over fifteen hours, so the odds were in Michael’s favor that he would still be awake.
Michael clicked his phone on and the device dropped to the bed as the boy vanished with a fading crackle of electricity.
Jeremy’s mouth stretched open in a wide yawn, exposing all his teeth, wondering why he felt so out of it though he had done little more that evening than eat snacks and play monopoly.
He had lost his phone charger in the cluttered wreck of his room and was going to need to use his phone tomorrow, so he made the decision to power it down so it wouldnt use up battery life as he slept.
As he pressed the option to completely cut off, and watched the screen go dark.
He could have sworn the phone jerked in his hand the moment it clicked off.
Jeremy shrugged and let the phone clatter to the bedside table under the lamp, which was quickly turned off.
Michael was so fucked.
The terror of the digital world going dark around him made his hands shake.
He moved to one of the now dark walls, and pressed his body weight against it, hoping to find some give in the darkness.
Now knowing that the shadows were not going to give him up that easily, he began to panic slightly, still holding that small light of hope.
He threw himself against the wall, yelling for help though he was sure that Jeremy couldn’t hear him.
He continued to attempt his escape until a strange feeling raced through the veins, as if someone had broken into Michael’s hospital room and poured pop rocks into his IV bag as some sort of strange prank.
He looked down, gasping in horror at the sight.
He was disappearing.
Dissolving like kool-aid dust in a bottle of water.
And it was spreading.
Up his arms and legs, nearly reaching his knees and elbows.
He slammed himself back into the wall that seemed to have no give, the panic in his chest toying with him like a rat in a cage, attempting the impossible.
Attempting to survive.
With his dwindling strength and ability to stand, he prayed that the blood pact they had taken in fifth grade would be enough to get Jeremy to figure out where he was and safe him.
He felt the unconsciousness begin to rise up, choking him, and began whispering every prayer he knew under his breath.
“Uh… hail mary full of grace, pray to God my soul to keep? Will that work-”
His mumbles were cut off by a sudden weakness that left him shaking and unable to speak
A sudden flood of light overtook his vision and he wondered whether he was saved or it was the gates of heaven.
Jeremy was at his wits end.
His blood was practically boiling with some sort of weird anxiety that, no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t find the root of.
He had no real reason to feel so tightly strung, but he knew he would never fall asleep.
He sighed, resigned to his fate of a sleepless night and reached for his phone.
He picked it up and held down the power button for a moment, waiting for the screen to light up.
The moment it did lead to complete chaos.
Suddenly the room was filled with screams and the very is distinct smell of wet blood.
Michael was lying on Jeremy’s carpet, arms and legs seemingly falling apart into 8-bit pixels, dripping blood now that he was back in the physical world.
Jeremy dropped to his knees next to his injured friend.
“Holy shit! Oh my god! Uh- can you talk? Can you hear me?”
Michael moaned in pain, tears coming to his eyes.
“O-okay you’re conscious so that’s good. Should I staunch the bleeding? Oh jesus.”
Michael grabbed onto Jeremy pajama shirt and attempted to pull himself to a sitting position, but Jeremy gently pushed him back down.
“No, no, no. Stay down until the pixelating stops. Then I’m calling an ambulance.”
Michael let out a high pitched whine and allowed himself to be pressed into the ground again.
Jeremy shoved a throw pillow shaped like a bear under Michael’s head so that he wouldn’t come by any damage to the neck, just in case.
He got out a towel and wrapped it around the places where the blood seemed most thick, but found that there was no wound.
I guess the blood was just from the flesh moving in a way that no human should have to experience.
They sat, Jeremy clutching Michael’s still bloody and uneven hand until the odd and terrifying dissolving had ended.
The next morning Jeremy was wandering around the hospital, which, while there were no physical wounds, Jeremy still insisted upon, because honestly, if your best friend crashes into your bedroom a bloody mess, you’re going to make them go to a hospital whether they want to or not.
He bought a phone charger in the hospital gift shop.
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