disclaimer: I don't own anything that's familiar in anyway.
Prologue
*ring*
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
*answering machine beeps*
"Sorry I couldn't make it to the phone. Please leave your name, number, and your message at the end of the beep."
*beep*
"Hello, It's Tommy from the 'Yummy Goodies' bakery. The Vanilla Chocolate Chip cake ingredients should be delivered by now at your doorstep, alongside is a list of directions that should be read very carefully. Have a wonderful day!"
*click*
June 8th, 1988
14:57
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
He jolts up out of bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He quickly checks his body and made sure that everything is there. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he wipes some of the sweat from his brow. "Another nightmare… I'm getting sick and tired of them. What did I do wrong to deserve this?"
He slowly gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. After doing his business and washing his hands, he starts to stare into the mirror. As he stares deeply into the mirror, he was distracted by the sound of his telephone ringing. He snaps out of his trance and quickly runs to the telephone. After catching his breath, he finally answer the phone.
"Hello?"
A cheery voice answers the phone. "Ah, hello there, this is Richard from the 'American Support' newsletter. I am here to tell you thanks for subscribing. America is in need of healing from the wounds caused by unnecessary gangs within the country. Americans all over the globe will rise up and fight back against the gang violence because America is in tune and it must be sung together."
Before he even attempts to make a response, Richard hangs up. He stands there holding the receiver in confusion. "Uhh… You're welcome. I guess." He hangs up the phone and checks the answering machine and looks surprised. "I wasn't expecting a message today. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check."
He pressed the button and listens.
"You have. One message. June 8th. 09:45"
Two minutes later after listening to the message, he stands there looking puzzled. Since when has a package ever been delivered to him? It's been months since he had any type of mail. He shrugs the thought of the mail belonging to him and opens the front door. There was indeed a package sitting outside, with his address and everything. At first he hesitated on bringing the box inside his house, but he also doesn't want his package to be stolen.
After a brief moment of panic and being nervous, he brings the package inside and places it on the living room table, at first he notices it being a bit small for cake ingredients. He opens the box and notices the page of paper. There's not enough words on the paper for it to be directions for the recipe for any cake. He moves the paper aside and in his confusion looks at the Sloth mask inside. "Wait, where's the cake ingredients? Why is there a animal mask and why is this here?" So many questions swarmed around inside his head. Maybe the paper would shed some light to this mysterious package
"Jonathan. There's a gang-controlled building at 164 Summertime road, this building used to make parade floats for the city. But not anymore. The gang inside has a briefcase full of money made from selling drugs to local communities around your neighborhood. Bring the briefcase back and ditch it inside the dumpster beside the Silver Lights cafe. Remember to be discrete."
In a small state of panic, he looked at the red letters at the bottom of the page.
FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION.
WE ARE WATCHING.