Published 3/16/23

"Alright, Peter, you've got this. You've finally tracked down their number, so now you can explain everything."

The orange striped tabby cat ordered himself, sitting down at his incredibly messy desk. Picking up the red dial phone on the desk, he shakily put in a number. It rang, and it felt like forever until he heard a click on the other line.

"Hello?"

It was her- it was her voice! Peter tried to say anything- even just a "hello" back- but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say. Jeez, he should've planned this better.

"Hello...?"

There it was again. But what was he gonna say? He hadn't rehearsed this!

Peter took a deep breathe. Okay, he could do this-

But then there was static. He heard a click and then silence.

"Hey, hello??" He asked frantically, but looked at the phone and it was... broken?

The phone cord had been cut. Any normal person would assume that it was just worn out, he was pulling too hard on the cord and it's time was done. It was super cheap anyway, so that would be expected with its age.

But no, Peter wasn't like that. He looked closer, and the wire looked like it had been.. slashed? With a knife or claw.. possibly a cat claw..?

Peter tried to touch it, but got a tiny spark, as if it was warning or possibly ordering him to stay away from the phone.

Oh well. He'll try again when he gets a new phone, if he ever does. He should also know what to say once she picks up, it'll be so much easier for the both of them.

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