My brain is always flowing with creativity, yet I can't seem to channel it out into the real world. What a life I live
A young girl's voice could be heard through the apartment. This voice belonged to none other than you, our dearest and precious reader. After researching how vinyls worked, you were hooked. The way a single needle could open up a world of tones and joy, it made you ecstatic. Imagine the amount of information that could be stored!
Senku had just recently moved into the apartment complex with his dad. Something about how a university study was being conducted. He originally had no intention of befriending anyone, especially since he would only be there for around a year, it just wasn't worth the effort. Yet you had somehow broken through that shell.
Of course, this meant that he also didn't want to go and create new memories with you. For a elementary schooler he sure was stingy. He loathed the thought of missing this place. Why would he even want to miss it when he had Taiju back at home?
As soon as you knocked on his bedroom door, he responded with the usual 'go away'. You continued knocking, knowing it would only agitate him further, to the point where he would be forced to deal with you.
"But I wanna make vinyls!" Oh? Maybe he had some time to spare. Researching and creating would benefit him and show him the practical side of it. Knowing you had probably already gotten you hands on a phonograph record, he could try and reverse engineer it too.
He let you inside the room, the smell of disinfectant stinging you nose. Nonetheless you sat on his bed before gazing at him with a starstruck look.
"Let's make a time capsule with vinyls!"
That was ages ago. Before the petrification. You could still recall all the planning that went into it, the research, everything. In the end you had decided on trying to make them out of glass and wrapping it in tinfoil. You sighed at the memories.
It honestly felt like fiction, getting petrified and being the only human left. No one else had been depetrifed, it left you lonely. So lonely that you had the time to dig deep into your memories and build a record player. You had to thank the gods that you and Senkus had buried the capsule in such a trademark location. When you had found them initially you ugly cried for a straight day. There were multiple glass vinyls, each storing around twenty soundtracks. Both modern and old. They kept you sane, they were the only things you had going for yourself, and the only things that made you feel connected to the world.
You sighed as you turned on the radio system, taking the microphone and putting it closer to the record player. You put on record #20, it was your favorite, containing calming lofi songs. You let the music play into the microphone, hoping that one day, someone would respond.
"OOOH!! If I talk into here... Then they care hear me over at Ruri's, right?" The look of pure excitement of Chromes face was fun. Finally, the cellphone was completed. The long grueling hours were not over yet, as they seemed to have forgotten to make a second cellphone to receive the signals.
Oh? Ginrou's ears perked up, this would be the perfect time for Chrome to reveal his feelings for Ruri!
After rilling Chrome up for a while, he spoke.
"Ruri..." He took a dramatic pause "Didja see Ruri?! Crazy right?! Science is insa-" a foreign sound interrupted them. What was happening?
Shuffling was heard for a while, birds chirping as well. Senku took this pause as an opportunity to run over to Chromes hut where the actual cellphone was. Who sent this over? What was their goal? Whose side are they on?
Question after question ran through his head. Were they found? No, was he found already? He quickly climbed up the ladder before rushing over to the cellphone. All of them waited for anything to happen really, adrenaline was rushing through their veins. That was until-
"Kyaa!" A scream? "Stupid rock!" More shuffling was heard, a bit of grumbling too before a calming sound was played. It was funky, but had calm and cute vibe to it.
Senku, on the other hand, was stunned. He recognized that voice, it was you, (Y/N). It all made sense now. He let out an amused chuckle, the cellphone was on. The music stopped. Chrome, as if he had a sixth sense, connected the dots before ushering everyone out.
That chuckle, while the quality was shit it was still recognizable. Senku? Was he alive? You shuffled around a bit before realization hit you and you let out a gasp.
