Meg Thomas took a walk in the woods one day.

Meg Thomas being a short tempered red-head who just wanted to go home. Though, besides the hair, that describes most of the people she spends her time with in this hellish nightmare. They were pretty unbearable at the best of times, but this time her adventure wasn't to escape their typical kind of arguing. She just stood up, turned around, and started walking. Meg wasn't sure what compelled her to do it, but here she was, making her way through this stupid forest one step at a time.

The red-head raised her head and looked up to the tops of the trees all around her. She was convinced when she first arrived, but Meg wasn't fooled by the accuracy of the leaves flowing in the breeze anymore. The Entity had a vast knowledge of a lot of things, like how leaves were supposed to look and how they were supposed to move, but there was something undeniably off about the forest all around her. She spotted a pile of leaves just ahead along the path she had been following and stepped over to it, kneeling down and grabbing a hand full of the brownish leaves, crinkling them between her fingers and letting them fall to the ground. They almost felt like real leaves. They almost held the softness that they were supposed to, but they were a little too textured. They felt almost like paper.

Meg never thought she would miss what leaves felt like.

With a resigned sigh, she began to push herself back to standing upright, but when she placed her hand down to keep her balance, her fingers landed on some kind of hard rectangular object below her. She paused and stared at the pile in confusion. She brushed the leaves aside and saw underneath the pile was… some kind of phone? It wasn't like any kind she'd ever seen before, at least not like the ones that existed before she came here.

Why was there a phone hidden in a pile of leaves? The Entity didn't just leave things lying around, so this has to be some kind of mistake, right? Meg pressed the power button slowly and the screen lit up bright white with a single apple with a bite out of it in the middle of the screen. Not only was there a phone in the nightmare, but it also worked? How was it charged? How long had it been there? She had so many questions.

Meg sat down on the ground Indian style, brushing the stray dirt off of the screen as she waited for it to completely power on. She moved her thumb across a button under the screen, taking in the feeling of the ridges on the smooth surface of the face of the phone. It had been so long since she had held anything even close to a phone before, and the last time she had they didn't look like this. They were smaller and you could open and close them, not to mention there was a keypad where you could type in numbers and text people.

Before she could think any more thoughts the apple disappeared and was replaced with a picture of space and a small blue square in the top left corner with text under it that read "Messages." Above the square was a bar across the screen with five little smaller bars standing next to each other that were all different sizes, biggest to smallest. She brought the phone closer to her face and looked at everything a little better. The picture of space must be the wallpaper, but she had no idea what the blue square was. The bars at the top left must be how good the connection is. Five bars was a pretty strong signal. She wondered what that could mean.

Meg looked down at the button under the screen again, thinking this through. How was she supposed to use this thing? She pressed on the button and the screen shifted. It swiped left and showed a bar at the top that said search. Okay, well that did something. She pressed the button again and the blue square flew in from the right, back into it's original place. Weird. Maybe she could…

Meg moved her thumb over to the blue square and pressed it against the screen. The blue box expanded quickly suddenly and something else now covered the screen. Replacing the space background was now some kind of fancy looking messaging program. Okay, so this kinda was like her old phone that she had, but it was a little newer. It reminded her of the touch screen panels she had seen in science fiction movies before. This phone must be from the future, or at least what year it is now since Meg was taken and trapped in this place. …How long had it been anyway?

She pushed those thoughts away quickly before they could really surface. That was a big bowl of crap she'd have to deal with at some point, but today was not that day. She checked to make sure they were locked tight behind several layers in her mind.

Suddenly the slight breeze that had always carried through the forest came to a chilling stop. Dead silence fell over Meg, causing her to snap her head up and look around in panic. Had the Entity found her? Was it going to punish her for finding this phone? Was it going to correct it's mistake?

Ding!

Meg jumped a little in surprise, casting her eyes all around looking for the source of the sound.

Ding!

She blinked, looking down at the cell phone in her hand. It was the phone that had made that sound.

"Two New Messages From NightDream!"

NightDream? Who could that possibly be? How was any of this possible? Ignoring her doubts, she tapped on the notification, wondering not only who could be contacting her, but what they had to say.

"Not so fast! Let your friends know who is contacting them!"

A menu came up with a blank space under cutesy purple font.

"What Should We Call You?"

A line blinked inside the blank space. It must want her to give herself a username.

Meg was temped to just type Meg but something in the back of her mind told her not to do that. Maybe whoever this NightDream person was isn't willing to be nice, or maybe they'd go running to the Entity and tell it that Meg was the one with it's lost phone. If this person even was in the same dimension as her?

Well NightDream, two can play at that game.

Meg tapped on the blank space and a keyboard popped up from the bottom, ready for her to type in her new identity. She'd have to make it a good one.

"HiddenWhisper"

Seemed elusive enough. It was kind of fitting too. A lost soul communicating with someone she shouldn't be. Nothing but a whisper in the wind…

"Connecting…"

A list popped up that had one contact on it. NightDream. Meg tapped on the name and a chat log appeared, and she could now read the two messages this anonymous person had sent earlier.

ND: Hello?
ND: I have no idea if I'm doing this correctly, are these messages going through?

So this person had no idea how to use their phone as well. That was at least a little reassuring. Meg typed her response.

HW: Hello. Who am I speaking with right now? How are you contacting me?

ND: Oh, hello! I'd rather not say who I am, I don't really trust anyone, and I have no idea who you are.

This person was being cautious as well. Smart. At least Meg knew the person she was talking to was no fool, so she'd have to be careful with what she said. She didn't even notice the wind slowly returning and rustling the grass around her as she typed.

HW: I don't blame you. Could you at least tell me where you are? Like, not exactly like the general… area?

ND: I would if I could.

HW: You're lost?

ND: I guess you could say that.

HW: What do you mean? You have to have at least SOME idea.

ND: Not even in the slightest.

Either this person ws genuinely lost, which Meg really doubted, or they were intentionally being very careful with how much information they gave out. Either way, Meg was going to take the careful route.

HW: Funny, neither do I.

ND: Really? Not just saying that?

HW: Are you?

ND: That's fair.
ND: So.
ND: It's been a very long time since i've had a decent conversation. Not to be too forward, but would you be willing to talk for a bit?

They just wanted to chat? Now?

Meg looked up from the phone at where she was. The trials would start soon. She glanced back down at the phone in her hands. It had been a very long time since she had a really good conversation one on one with someone for her too, and she desperately craved the interaction. She got along with her fellow survivors most of the time, but it just wasn't the same. Those interactions lacked the intimacy of friendship. They were just convenient.

But the sad truth was that Meg simply just didn't have time. She'd be called to be slaughtered any minute now. She sighed and began typing again.

HW: I can't talk right now.

It look a little bit longer than it should have to type out their message, but eventually they replied.

ND: Okay.

The red-head winced a little at their response. She hoped that she hadn't hurt their feelings or anything, and the simple "Okay" looked like it held some kind of hidden meaning to her, but maybe it was just all in her head.

She held onto the phone in her hand tight as she powered it off. She didn't want to just leave it here on the ground. What if someone else came by and found it? Or worse, the Entity took it back? She didn't want either outcome.

Meg shoved the phone into one of the pockets on her belt, clicking the top closed. It didn't look like there was anything in there. Just her normal empty pocket. She stood up and began walking back towards the campfire, giving the pocket a final small pat just to make sure that it was still there.

It was.

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