We begin. A short prologue, because typing from the phone is FUCKING HARD.
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The flax-haired boy lowered his empty coffee mug on the tea table, producing a dry sound. The word 'GUNNISON' was written in bright blue capital letters on the side of the ceramic. 'Gunnison' leaned his small body on the couch, sighing. He felt as if the cold north european winter was sucking the energy out of his body, leaving him tired both mentally and physically - even if he had woken up recently and had barely moved from his apartment's living room that morning. Indeed, it was so cold outside that he decided to skip school and laze around at home, watching movies.
The small boy reached towards his phone and opened his message inbox. Quite a few people texted him, worried about his absence from school. Gunnison wasn't what you would call a jock, or some other typical popular guy, but he was generally well-liked among his peers, and had some close friends. He replied to the messages, lying about having a cold, and then sluggishly got up from the soft couch to get more black coffee.
On his way to the kitchen the boy stubbed his little toe against a chair, which made him scream loudly. Gunnison immediately regretted screaming and cursed under his breath.
"Fuck..."
The walls connecting his apartment to the neighbouring one were very thin, so everybody in his family took special care when speaking next to said walls, hoping not to disturb the neighbors. Gunnison had never actually seen them, but he was sure they wouldn't enjoy being bothered in the morning. However, no response came from the other side of the wall.
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Shrugging, Gunnison made his way back to the couch, along with his newly acquired coffee. He was determined to do nothing all day, and he certainly wasn't going to be stopped by chairs or shut-in neighbors.
But just as he was about to start his day-long session of couch slouching, his smartphone's screen lit up, informing Gunnison of an incoming message and a few missed phone calls. All of the phone calls came from his mother, away for a family meeting along with his father. Gunnison marveled at the number of times his mother managed to call in the six and a half minutes it took him to make coffee.
On the other hand, the message's sender was unknown, and even the phone number was nothing but some garbled text. Gunnison drove his hand through his long hair and hesitated. It was quite possible the message contained a cyber scam of some sort, but the garbled text piqued the student's interest. With his pointer finger, Gunnison opened the message. Much to his surprise, the text was incredibly short.
"g o o d l u c k"
Before he could question the meaning of the cryptic words, a static sound erupted from the phone as it shut off completely. Checking the battery and the motherboard, it looked to Gunnison as if someone had poured acid on them.
But once again, he didn't have the time to check the details, for all the lights immediately turned off, and a tremor shook the building. Gunnison lost his footing and hit his head against the edge of the tea table.
Gunnison lost consciousness.
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What kind of name is Gunnison anyway?