The note was heavy in their hand, and even more so in their pocket, the weight on their mind was the greatest though. All the information they clearly didn’t have to decipher the note made a knot form in their stomach, one that stayed there throughout the day. The feeling of being watched most certainly didn’t help.
Almost as some kind of cosmic joke, however, the rest of the day involved the normal shenanigans in Home. Poppy had tea with Frank, Eddie came by with the mail (Barnaby chasing after him), and Julie came by for a walk. Even with Frank keeping an eye on their back and the treeline… nothing.
Nothing other than the feeling of being watched, of course.
That evening they poured over the note several times, both the handwritten part and the printed. The handwriting was one they didn’t recognize belonging to any of his friends, nothing really noteworthy of it than the fact that the first two sentences, the complaints, were darker, the author’s anger pressing the pencil down into the paper almost violently. The printed part was either done with a really good typewriter, or… something other than a typewriter; There was no ink splatter or any kind of imperfections. The symbol or logo, the hourglass with an eye, was actually glossy, shining slightly in the light.
“Red Down” “sector 100910” and whatever “Voidcore” was, were the biggest mysteries of course, and ones they couldn’t begin to solve with their lack of information. The note was just as much as a start of a mystery as much as it was a dead end-
Frank’s heart drops when he hears a distant thud, it was muffled, metal on metal, something… hollow to some degree being shut. Then nothing… nothing for long enough for most to think they were hearing things.. before just for a second, a blink, even.. a light. Like a flashlight flickering in the night, in the clearing of Home but closer to the forest than anything. They find themselves at the window, looking at where they saw the flash, but the darkness gave them no clues; The light of his home did. Right under his window, footprints, he didn’t recognize the shoes, they were too big to be Wally’s, Julie’s or Sally’s, too small to be Howey’s the closet ones would be theirs or Eddie’s but Eddie didn’t own boots that would make that print and they most certainly didn’t make them…
This was either a very complex prank, or something was in Home.
(//Thank you so much! I’m hoping to eventually make a full story with this oc/world; Something like a Comic & Arg combo. The comic would be in her pov while the arg section would be files & stuff from Voidcore itself, you’d use the comic to decode or find all the secret stuff on the website. Still learning to draw though haha 😅
Also forgive me if you get this twice I was worried tumblr ate my ask.)
(Frank quickly turned out the lights, they didn’t want anyone to know they were awake at such a late hour. Especially given curfew, they couldn’t help but stay awake for so late. Their (metaphorical) heart was pounding. They hated that they didn’t know what was going on. But felt more terrified than anything truly. Maybe if they..)
(They hesitantly went out outside, making their way over to the footsteps. They were deeper than they expected, no one could make a footprint like that. They squinted as they looked around, but they couldn’t see anything.. gosh, were they going crazy? Had they lost it? First the flower, now this.. they shook their head and continued looking around, maybe there was something.)
(Maybe they shouldn’t be snooping around, but they had to know what was out there! It would ease their mind at least a little and if they found nothing within 10 minutes? They’d go back inside. Just like that. They could..Hope to forget about the note and go back to the way things were. Ig there was something? They..had to figure out how to keep it away from the others.)
