Phones’ Log: Chapter 6
Ch. 5, Ch. 7
(Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry for not posting fics for ages. Lack of motivation and allergies being a pain in the butt doesn't exactly mix. I'll try to bring myself into writing more but I'm not exactly sure if I can hold any promises. But seriously, I just wanna thank y'all so much for just sticking by me. You have no idea how much I really appreciate it.😊😊😊 Anyway, I finally got my lazy butt to post more Phones' Log! Hope you guys enjoy it and all of y'all are doing well! ^^🌊🌊🌊)
(And a huge thanks to @teapotteringabout and @dragonoffantasyandreality for the sketches! Go give em some love!😊❤🧡💛💚💙💜💖🤎🖤🌟)
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Aug. 12, 2064
Sigils
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I finally managed to peek inside Troy’s treasure box. I know he’s going to hate me for this. I’m sorry Troy, but I did this just so I can know you weren’t hiding anything sinister. Forgive me for breaking your trust like this, but I just wished you would tell me what was wrong...
What I found inside his box was strange. There was a small rock and pictures all engraved with weird symbols. The rock seemed like it was broken off of something. The drawing on it looks like a whale of some sort.
The other pictures were on sheets of paper. They looked old, and some different kind of ancient paper was used, almost like a scroll or something. These ones show what looks like ancient civilizations.
The last thing I found was a picture of Troy’s family. There was a much younger Troy (I think he was about 4 or 5 when it was taken), his mother, and his dad.
He looked so much like Troy. It felt like looking at his future self. I don’t know how to explain it, but looking at his father gave me a weird feeling. Maybe it’s the scar on his face. I hope I’m wrong about some... dark assumptions in mind.
I snuck the box and key back where they were. I feel like a dirty criminal snooping around in my best friend’s stuff like this... But these objects only make me more curious of Troy’s background. He doesn’t really say much about his past. Odd but I respect it considering I have past traumas too. But...
I need to relax. I always have a million things rushing around in my head. I have to take this one step at a time. I need to breathe, and sleep... But I’m getting to the bottom of this. Forgive me Troy. I just need answers...