Vicente hadn't had anything to do with anyone for quite some time now, he was still enjoying life on the resort with absolutely no paparazzi whatsoever. He'd sit around and watch the others do whatever, argue with each other, become friends, didn't matter what, he just didn't get involved on his own. AT least, until he received the call. It was a colder than usual day, so no one was using the pool. Everybody at the resort just bundled up in their warm clothing and huddled up inside, though Vicho still found the time to enjoy the outside with a little space heater next to him. His device started to buzz out of nowhere, bringing him back into the realization that he technically still was a part of the show. He didn't know who it was on the other line, yet, he picked up anyways.
"Hello, Vicente speaking," he answered, eager to see who it could be.
"Vicente," an ominous voice replied, unlike any he had heard on the show. "You're needed for something greater than yourself, will you accept, or will you join the others in a sad existence plagued by uncertainty?"
"Who is this?" the veteran could feel himself slowly lose his composure, hearing the odd words.
"Not important. Will you accept?"
"What am I agreeing to here? I'm not saying yes to anything I don't know."
"It's simple. All you have to do is find the squeaker."
"Squeaker? Like a mouse?"
"Like a mouse, yes. One of the people in your vicinity is throwing a wrench in my plans, you need to stop them on your end."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Plans?"
"Simply look for the one who spends more time alone and on their device. Once you find them, take the device and crush it."
"Woah, but that's their stuff! I don't want to destroy-"
"Vicente, if you do not agree, we will have ways of getting to you."
"Yeah, like I'm gonna let myself be intimidated by a creepy guy on the phone."
"You may not care for your super fans, but I suppose that them getting punished for your actions would make you feel bad, wouldn't it?"
Vicente's eyes narrowed as he looked around himself, trying to seek out this mysterious person.
"It's no use trying to look for me, I'm not someone who can be caught so easily."
"This has got to be some sort of prank."
"I assure you, it isn't. But if you won't listen...oh well. By the way, you may want to turn your space heater off before your pants catch fire."
"My space hea-"
He quickly turned to notice the overly high heat was heating his pant leg up intensely, being so close to it and all. He quickly backed away, looking around for the person, wherever they may be...but he came to no conclusion. Putting the phone back to his ear, he gulped nervously.
"Hello?"
He called for the person, though they didn't answer, it was all silent for a few seconds before he finally got some semblance of a response.
"You have one day to decide what you'll do, though I suggest you listen to me. Goodbye."
"Wait!"
Before he could ask anything else, the voice was gone from his device, leaving him to stare at it blankly and debate whether or not to accept the task.