Prelude (Part 1)
Somewhere in Missouri, 2023
Zzz... ?
Hm... Why the hell is she calling me at 2 AM??
*Yawn* What do you want?
Come outside. There's something I need to show you.
I don't think I should...
Why not?
Don't you remember? My parents took away my door for a month when they caught me sneaking out last time! I'm not risking it! Also, it's 2 o'clock in the god damn morning! It's a school day, y'know!
Hey dumbass, we're on Thanksgiving break. Relax, won't you? Besides, this'll only take a few minutes.
Okay... You think if I leave through the window, they'll notice?
Probably not. Unless your parents are checking for fingerprints or something.
Living in a one-story house makes it so much easier to-
Wh-... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!
This guy is Prophet. I think. It's here to support our cause.
That doesn't explain why there's a literal fucking corpse in my front yard!! Take it back to the graveyard where you found it!!
Don't freak out; it's basically harmless. You got an extension cord on you?
What? I mean, yeah, but why?
Give it to me. See the computer? It's pretty average for an 80's IBM PC, but there's an extra wire that connects the computer to the body through its arm. It's surprisingly in good condition... I believe I can kickstart both the computer and the person.
...Yeah, sure, why the hell not. Here.
............Rebooting............Standby............
It... actually worked????
Shh, it's waking up!
........Hello. I am Prophet. What would you- *Static*
Hnnngh... Painful...
Ahem. Apologies. My voice box is in need of repair.
How are you...
Alive? I'm not entirely sure myself.
...So, "Prophet," how exactly are you gonna aid us?
Well-
There's no need to get into specifics right now. By the way, would it be alright if I kept it here for a while?
For a while?! For what??
I need to get some supplies ready. I'm gonna fix it up at my house.
So why not just... oh, I don't know... BRING IT TO YOUR HOUSE?
Big stuff I gotta prepare. I mean, do you see the state it's in? Its left hand and eye are gone, and part of its head is molding. It is literally decomposing as we speak.
So you're just-
Yeah, and make sure no more limbs fall off while I'm gone!
Wait! No! Don't leave me with it!!
...
Ugh... you can do whatever you want, I'm going back to bed.
Stupid Octavia, always dragging me into shit...