Interdimensional Signal Part 1
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One day, you drop your phone, and although there are no cracks, it refuses to turn back on. You nearly give up when suddenly the screen flickers back to life. After going through it, you find that everything is working surprisingly normal. A few days go by, and while you're adding a new contact to your phone, you notice one that strikes you as odd.
One that definitely wasn't there before.
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“Fuck!” You cursed as your phone slipped through your fingers and went skidding cacophonously across the polished concrete floor and straight under the gondola shelf you had been restocking.
You groaned in dismay before dropping to the ground and searching the pitch-black floor for your phone. You couldn’t help but grimace at the dust and cobwebs beneath the shelf, knowing you’d have to stick your hand in there to retrieve your last link to sanity.
Finally, you spotted the old device laying a disheartening distance away from you.
After many grunts and groans at the unpleasant feeling of sticking your arm into the filthy abyss, you managed to get a strong enough grasp of your phone case to fish the damn thing out.
Your whole body shuddered in disgust at the overstimulating feeling of the cobwebs clinging to your skin as you tried desperately to swipe the stubbornly adhesive strings off your body and phone.
Once you were as free from the webs and dust as you could be, you flicked your hands a few more times just to comfort and calm yourself down a little more.
You let out a small, irritated sigh before finally checking your phone for any cracks. After turning the black screen every which way to use the reflection of the overhead lights, you were relieved to find that there were no cracks and went to click the on button to turn it on.
Your heart sank into your stomach as you continuously jammed your thumb into all the buttons on your phone while said device remained seemingly lifeless.
“No! No! No!” You whispered to yourself before someone clearing their throat behind you shocked you out of your frantic examination.
You whipped your head over your shoulder to find your boss giving you an expectant look before she pointedly glanced down at the phone in your hands with brows raised in annoyance, and you gave her an awkward apologetic smile before pocketing your phone.
She rolled her eyes in halfhearted annoyance before turning and leaving the aisle.
You sighed but forced yourself to forget about your phone until your shift ended.
“AaaAAGH!” You groaned loudly as you flopped down onto your worn out, secondhand couch feeling utterly exhausted after yet another way too long day of work.
You simply laid there with your face buried in the cushions of your sofa before finally remembering your phone. You quickly sat up and dug the machine out of your pocket to inspect it.
You tried turning it on again. And again. And again.
At this point you were about to cry. This had easily been the worst month of your entire eighteen years of life, and you literally could not afford to have your phone of the last three years break on you.
However, right as tears had begun welling up in the corners of your eyes, a miracle happened.
You nearly sobbed in relief as the screen of your phone suddenly turned back on even though you hadn’t pressed the on button, or any button for that matter. Your breath hitched when the screen glitched, but relaxed when it immediately went back to your lock screen as though nothing had happened at all.
You quickly unlocked your seemingly revived device and immediately started checking to make sure everything still worked.
You felt a weight lift off your shoulders and you slumped back down into the couch as it appeared that your precious phone was now perfectly fine.
You didn’t want to test fate by trying to figure out why your phone hadn’t been working or why it suddenly did, and instead accepted that the old device had merely thrown a bit of a temper tantrum at the harsh treatment.
You managed to completely forget about the whole thing and move on with your life.
A few days later, you were once again ordering pizza for dinner from the cheap family-owned pizzeria that you were pretty sure was a money laundering business. However, their pizza was good, and you weren’t a snitch, so you kept your suspicions to yourself.
At this point, you had ordered from them so many times that you decided you’d just go ahead and save their number to your phone rather than search google for it every time.
And that’s when you noticed there was a new contact already in your Recently Added list.
“The fuck?” you whispered aloud as you looked at the contact. You then let out an annoyed sigh as your mind settled on the coworker that always made fun of you for liking anime so much. “Goddamn it, Derek,” you groaned as you figured he must have somehow messed with your phone when you accidentally left it in the break room yesterday.
You then clicked on the contact to delete it but stopped when you noticed something peculiar. The number was glitching.
No matter what you did, you couldn’t see or access the number. Even when you went to edit it, the number remained glitched out and you couldn’t even select it. You also couldn’t delete the contact from your phone.
Okay. There’s no way that asshat is smart enough to hack my phone, you thought to yourself as you stared at the screen questioningly.
After a long internal debate, you decided that if someone had hacked your phone and put a whole contact in that you couldn’t get rid of, then there was honestly no further harm that could be done by texting the number.
Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened in shock. You quickly put both images through a reverse image search, and you were completely frozen when you found nothing looking even remotely similar to them.
After a few minutes of staring dumbly at your phone, you snapped out of it and rushed back to your messenger app.
While his reaction was understandable and honestly very expected, it still hurt that he didn’t even wait to hear you out or at the very least call you stupid before he blocked you. However, there was nothing you could do about it now except hope he came to his senses or took pity on you.
Still, though... you couldn’t help but feel dejection swallow your mind at being silently told to fuck off by one of your favorite characters.
Five whole days went by with no word from Bakugo. You were honestly beginning to think he really wasn’t ever going to unblock you.
That was until your phone dinged in the middle of your shift.
The store was empty, and you had no other tasks to do, so you were allowed to be on your phone for short periods.
When you turned on your screen your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw the notification.
lemme know if you wanna be added or removed from the taglist i''l try to keep up with it :)
also I'll be immediately posting part 1.5 which is technically just the rest of part 1 cause not all the images would fit 🥲
