>>6300247"Hi, who's this?" You raise an eyebrow.
<span class="mu-i">You didn't save my number?</span>
"Hello?" Guess he can't read your mind through the phone.
"You didn't save my number?"
"Marco! Hey man, what's up?"
"Hey Fred, I think I could use your help. There's something freaky going on."
"What's going on?" You notice that his cheerful tone starts to slip. You explain.
...
"And that's basically it." Silence follows your words.
"Marco, you need to get out of there." He sounds like he just pissed his pants.
"You know what's going on?"
"Weird sounds? Screaming about seeing things? That guy you saw? Totally a psychic! I bet anyone who's in there with him is a psychic too!"
"Damn. You're telling me to run?"
"Yes, I'm telling you to run! Those are natural born psychics. They've had all their life to use their powers. From what you've told me, they're probably using them right now. The difference in skill between you and them is like... like... oh what's a good metaphor here...?"
"Coughing baby and hydrogen bomb?"
"Coughing baby and— what? What are you talking about?"
"Nevermind. So I can't take them?"
"Are you stup— look. You bent a spoon; that's great! But that is literally child's play to these guys. If they're not nice psychics, they can turn your body inside out and dissolve you into tiny particles until you evaporate. And they don't sound like nice psychics." This is really boosting your confidence.
"So, run."
"Yes."
"You're not even going to help me out?" The phone clicks. Fuck everyone you know.
>RUN. What else?>RUN IN. You believe!>SPAM DIAL FRED. This bastard better help you.>CALL SOMEONE ELSE. Someone's gotta help you, right?>WRITE-IN. 