Connections (Night 1-C)

“This is just like Maple, you know?” Phil commented.

“Hmm. Send a Dark Mystic you’re way. Who has almost zero idea where she is. Moments after you finished talking with your girlfriend. And insist that I have to spend some time with you.” She giggled. “Yep sounds just like our Maple~”

Phil awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah. Always a plan with her.”

“Umm?... Is there.. something wrong with that?” With a wide step she was in front of Phil.

“Oh, no. I didn’t mean it like- See everyone at work has these stories, especially Marc, of at least one time Maple did or cause something. Always shortly before or after these weird things. Sometimes they were big things, or times they didn’t seem like would mean anything.” Phil looked up. “And if they were all just some weird presents, then maybe I could call it good timing.”

“I went to a mixed school as a teenager. And it got to a point where I refuse to even take classes with human teachers, even if I liked them.” She sighed. “And I knew better even back then, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore. Then all the sudden the principle won’t comply with the request he just signed until I go to this thing I've never heard of with a friend of my choosing.”

Phil laughed. “Two tickets to Sha’knot, right?”  

 “A yearly gathering of everything from the wildest Fey to the tamest Human. We were at each other’s side all night. She talked to one human, once, and there wasn’t a single second after that there was not at least 10 humans next to me. I’ve gone every year since.” She stated proudly

“And there you have it.” Phil concluded. “No matter where I go, or who I talk to. Maple does not do presents.”

“Nope. So what’s going on? Something more” Gresturing to herself. “Magical I presume.”

Phil looked over her as she stood there. “But how did she?...I mean even if everyone of them is real. Sorry, sorry” Watching her tilt her head. “So I guess there’s this nightmare going around?”

The yellow eyes went wide. “You? Oh gosh we gotta find your vis-...sion… Sophia.”
“What? Sophia? When did I tell you my girlfriend’s name? And what she got to do with this anyway?” Phil asked as the questions raced through his head.
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Marc and Maple’s house, Yesterday
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“Oh for crying-” Marc answered his phone “Hello? Sofia, sweetheart, listen, I cleared my afternoon for this- Just hold one second. Of course.” Mark put the phone on speaker as Maple walked up. “Alright she’s here.”

There was a darkness is Sofia’s voice that Maple never heard before. Contradicting everything they knew about the normally bubbly girl. “You order an extra custom work mug? For my birthday a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah.” Marc confirmed.

“You made sure  it was with an ‘f’ ?” Sophie continued.

“Of course.” Marc confirmed again.
“It just came.” Sofia stated. “It’s spelled right on the receipt, but it’s S-O-P-H-I-A on the mug.”
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Phil’s room, Tonight
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(Just be careful, okay?) Voices echoed through Phil’s head. (So you’re forbidden from seeing her until further notice.) Something was insanely off here (Anything. Anything at all. You call me)  Sofia’s caution stood out most in his head. The nightmares continued that night. “Again?!” The giant spider cracked the floor some tiles behind him, and he began sprinting through. Mazes became more complicated like they were driving him away from something. The solid almost robotic “Don’t. You. Dare.” and “Stay. Away.” weren’t helping that feeling. But he managed to get to the gate just in time, and flung open the gate as the spider-girl approach him. “What? So-Sophia” The face of spider was almost an exact match to that of his girlfriend’s. Tripping backwards he jolted up in his bed, and saw Sofia left him a message.
Hey, um…. You got any plans?

RESPONSE
-You have plans with Sophia, and don’t need anything unexpected today: (go to night 2-D)

-You want to be alone today: (go to night 2-B)