Joey finished up with breakfast, fighting down the feeling that something wasn't right. Who was this guy, who was he holding, and why was he stalking him? His head swam with questions, none of which he could logically answer. It seemed like one of Rick's creepypastas was coming to life... How? He finished making breakfast and sat down, too perplexed to eat at the moment. He went to try Rick again when his phone rang. It startled him yet again, forcing a curse from him. He answered. On the other end of the line was deafening static, and there was something in the background. It wasn't until after the call he figured out it was Rick, screaming hysterically in tortured pain, screaming for Joey to help, for the pain to stop, concluded by what sounded like a gurgling choking before the line disconnected. Joey wanted to be sick. He leaned up from the can, then nearly fell into it. There stood that man,no, that... thing that took Rick, with Rick by his side, head bowed. Rick looked at me with eyes that depicted impossibly deep and endless pain, and two words entered his mind:
"Run away." The things head turned toward Rick with a flash, and both vanished.