>>5329320https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-MZ9XDK1Us&list=PLWgJlwnblLH-gqq4VnKPKmVnVOAe_JMGS&index=4Begrudgingly, you unlock the accursed device with one hand, thinking that something is very, very wrong; and, with your free hand, you run it down the side of your face, wishing you could be poofed back to the dreamworld.
Four calls from Bernard is one thing, but Matt…
<span class="mu-i">…Matt better be dying, dammit.</span>
Your hand clenches tighter around your cell phone, a small pit of worry forming in your gut.
<span class="mu-i">One ring…</span> You’re pacing around the living room madly.
<span class="mu-i">...Two rings…</span> With still no answers, your throat tightens. Already, you’re mentally ready to run to whatever middle-of-nowhere town Jenna’s farm’s at.
Right before the third ring, the ringing stops, and no sooner does it stop are you saying, “Hello?”
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Ellie!”</span></span> Matt’s voice is all-but a bellow that makes your sensitive ears ring from the aftershock.
“What’s wrong?” Your concern for Matt outweighs your own.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“--Didyouseewe’regettingdiamondswordsfuckingdiamondswordsohshitohwowitssoepicI’mgonnadieofcompleteandutterjoyit’slikeadreamcometrue–”</span></span>
For a good couple of seconds, you just stand there in silence, concern giving way to rage as your brother doesn’t even pause to breathe.
You were just ready to run all the way to Jenna’s farm<span class="mu-i">… for this?!</span>
Two seconds away from destroying your phone, you have to take a nice, long moment to breathe in… and breathe out…
You swear you feel steam coming from your nostrils. All the while, Matt is still blathering away, far too excited about those stupid diamond swords to realize the mortal danger he’s in.
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