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:Chapter Five:
Tristan cautiously dialed what he thought was Tea's phone number, grateful that at least Tea didn't have a evil side too- an ancient Egyptian, modern-times ignorant, world-domination plotting evil side. That would have been too much to handle.
The phone rang once... twice... thrice...
Why in the world did he get such a bad sense of deja vu?
And why in the world did these people all have their answering machines set up for three rings?
"You have reached Marik in the Shadow Realm."
Oh boy.
An episode flashed in his mind of when they'd first met Marik. Tea's phone had been destroyed, he'd forgotten that.
Oh.
Well, at least he now knew that he had dialed the right number...
" I am currently plotting the domination of all known realms of existence with the Winged Dragon of Ra, and therefore have neither the time nor the inclination to enslave your mind or add your pitiful soul to my extensive collection."
Marik was joking, right?
Tristan hoped he was, because going through Battle City once had been bad enough. Twice, would be...he shuddered. He didn't want to think about a twice.
"If you really feel up to it," The word really was said in such a tone that it implied, 'I wouldn't if I had a brain in my head and no death wish.'
"Leave your name, number, and location, and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Oh. And do tell me whether you choose to be mind-slave or soulless. You are forewarned."
Beeeep.
Just dialing the right number wasn't quite enough, apparently.
But Tristan had a brain, and no death wish, so he didn't bother leaving a message before slamming down the phone. It was entirely possible Marik had some weird magic that could tap into his phone and trace him, or something stupid of that sort.
Maybe he was being paranoid...but...you never know.
He sat down slowly onto the couch, beads of cold sweat trailing down his face.
Marik still gave him the creeps.
That was not Tea's. Unless she developed an alter ego that sounded suspiciously like Marik, was called Marik, and currently resided in the Shadow Realm.
But he'd already determined that previously, hadn't he?
Hadn't he? He couldn't quite remember anymore. There was a term for that- post-trauma stress. Three terms, if one was getting technical.
But all that technical stuff gave him goosebumps also, so he stopped thinking about it altogether.
He had definitely not reached Tea's phone, and that was what mattered, right?
Right.
:End Chapter Five: