Ashers to Ashers, Dust to Dust (Gee I wonder who this is) Jan 3, 2017 6:42:29 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 3, 2017 6:42:29 GMT
"Hello? You didn't respond to my last story prompt. Or the one before that. Or the one before that. Or, like, any of my emails. Are you okay?"
"I know you're probably just really busy and stuff, but you haven't been to school in, like, days! School's really important, isn't it? Do you want me to help take some notes for you? I know my classes aren't the same as yours, but maybe I could help you out."
"Are you sick? Make sure you're getting plenty of sleep and fluids, okay? And its winter, so stay bundled up and toasty inside. Last thing I'd want is for you to feel even worse. Feel better!"
"You don't have to like Isaac if you don't want to. Heck, you don't have to even see Isaac if you don't want to. I can meet you when he's not around, honest! I just really, really miss you."
"This is all because of me, isn't it? I'm sorry . . ."
The emails Elliot sent to his once and former friend were certainly sorrowful, but they had seemingly all fallen upon deaf ears. Not that Elliot would know exactly why, of course. Surely, Asher had more important things to do than respond to the beck and call of a worried child. Especially one tied to one of the few people in the world Asher seemed to outright hate. No. There was plenty of more important stuff going on.
Like rocks. Maybe if Asher explored the Digital World more, he'd come across the scattered ruins of a once-marvelous city. Maybe he would read their ancient tales, or maybe he would simply breeze past them. Maybe he would notice that, among the great monoliths, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb from the others. It didn't seem to be the built from right shade of sandstone, and a strange, sickly green glow radiated from beneath tits base. It made a soft humming sound when passed.
And it would set Asher's Digivice into an absolute frenzy of beeping.