More To The Story, chapter one.
So before we go out, what’s your address?
"Andddd...sent." you huffed, leaning back on the army green padded desk chair - anticipating a response from the mysterious talking heads fan who apparently, had some information regarding Tommy's disappearance.
Whilst you awaited a response, your eyes travelled briefly around your room before they found it, sitting freely on the fresh linen sheets of your bed.
That damn piece of paper, it broke your heart - shattered it, even.
Earlier on that day, you were working your usual shift at the Tipsy Tangle Bar - sweeping the floors most of the time per usual as you were too useless to do anything else (only god knows why Randy has kept you around for so long) when suddenly, Tammy Parker waltzed in - shaking and frail, holding a fat stack of papers in her right hand, using the other to hold one of the double doors open.
She looked exhausted. Like she hadn't gotten a drop of sleep, her eyes caved in, her eyebags dark, her hair a mess - and her soul crushed but somehow, in a way you couldn't even fathom, her eyes found Randy's and she smiled.
It didn't meet her eyes but...it left you dumbfounded to see how she was even capable OF smiling when she was dealing with one of the most world-crushing hardships anyone could face. Her only son missing and presumed dead. She was admirable.
"Randy! hi, umm...I was wondering actually if I could uhh..." she sighed before selecting about 15 pieces of paper out of the big pile and handing them to the man behind the trim, wooden bar. "give you a few of these, just to hand out and stick up? I already put up a few outside, and one or two on your door if that's alright I just...you know..." nervously chuckling she glanced down to her small booted feet anxiously and frowned.
Randy was quick to react as he held the papers in his hands with a vice-like grip, almost like his life depended on it, he smiled - politely, "I understand Bee, we all do...he's really damn' special, your boy." he nods, reaching out to touch her shoulder with his now-free left hand as he transferred the ownership of the papers into his right.
"I hope he's found soon, very soon..."
You really did hope so too, deciding at the end of your shift to take a paper home yourself, too.
Snapping you out of your melancholy flashback, a dull 'PING' noise sounded from your computer.
Sighing, you click the green square button on the screen and it takes you to a completely new page, and here the chat began.
ThisMustBeThePlace is online.
ThisCharmingGirl joined the chat.
ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...
ThisMustBeThePlace: Hey there :)
ThisCharmingGirl is typing...
ThisCharmingGirl: Hi :) nice user lol, talking heads fan?
ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...
ThisMustBeThePlace: Well spotted, very well spotted.
ThisMustBeThePlace: nice user yourself, a fan of the smiths I assume?
ThisCharmingGirl is typing...
ThisCharmingGirl: Until I die. LOL
ThisCharmingGirl: So, you said you thought something about this kid's disappearance was off? What makes you say that?
You bite your lip, anxiously.
ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...
"how long does this guy wanna take?" you sigh, with a diminutive roll of your eyes.
ThisMustBeThePlace: Yes! I'm just outside of Drellington actually and heard about the whole thing from my Uncle - he told me that he thinks it was the kid's dad and he had taken him out of state due to a custody battle, blah blah blah whatever, BUT when I looked into it online, hence why I'm on the chatroom- I noticed something, a link. I'll attach it on here and hope for the best. Hold on.
'So he's pretty local' - you thought to yourself.
ThisMustBeThePlace: https/videodrive7jfke38GbfE45%3^/file.png
your brows furrow for a moment-trying to distinguish what you're seeing.
"what the fuck is this?" your brows furrow as you frown, trying to understand what was going on in the video.
A man speaking in what you believed to be Russian began to speak in the video uttering words you simply could not understand.
Hand signals making triangles flashed through the video along with clips of people in all black with some creepy ass masks on.
A boy, head shaved- blindfolded and in a hospital gown.
but there it was - the birthmark on the right arm...along with the beauty mark above the left side of his lip.
It was uncanny, it was...
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@stveharringtn HERE IT IS!! I'm so so happy with it!!
I've decided the plot will be a little similar to Stranger Things in terms of plot - hint to the Russians, and Noah Schnapp portraying the missing boy. However, many aspects will be different :))
lil short but I promise it gets better! just giving this fic a soft launch before it fully takes off lol