"What the~ !" the girl ultimately exclaimed out loud after so much silence in the house.
The night was not so young anymore and this added among her problems; of being alone and having no freaking clue as to where her parents were…. One can say that this was more than just unsettling.
Sarah nearly dropped her phone and she seemed to stare down at it for a moment, contemplating whether it was wise. These strange texts coming from one of her father's phones told her one thing. Either something happened or this was a really bad prank. She hoped it was a prank and it wasn't very funny this time around. Did this mean that someone was in her family's home?
"Shi- okay… this isn't okay… No, not okay!" she whispered harshly to herself as she picked up her phone again.
"Hello?" she called down the hall.
Thinking of leaving the safety of her own room, Sarah looked down the hall and peered out further from her door. She had the feeling that she wasn't alone. The thoughts on the mouse and her own assignment were all but gone, except for nervousness. Carefully, she sneaked along the hall towards the shut door of the master bedroom. She listened for anything, but there was nothing except for the sound of the cars outside passing by.
"Dad! If this is a joke, this isn't fun~"
When she opened the door, the dark room inside was empty and completely unused. Sarah was more scared than she was confused. The only sign of life was the phone light on the bedside table. Before she could step inside although, something small and black scurried out into the hall, frantically. She pointed her phone at it and saw that it was the little mouse!
"Hey!"
She followed it as best she could but it was going crazy, going around her feet, clawing at her socks, trying to climb up. She got the message and kneeled.
"Hey, little guy, whoa… It's okay." she spoke to it.
Once she set her hand down to the floor, the little field mouse scurried right onto her palm and seemed to curl its body.
"Hey, what's the matter…?"
It was acting so funny and she felt worried for it again. The phone light in the room dimmed which got her to look again. She went in to see it and it was apparent that someone was using it. The unsent message spelled out, I am not who you think, but it remained unfinished.
The mouse saw what she was doing and tried to get her attention again, reaching its paws for the phone.
"This is so… what the heck?"
He got so squirmy that she nearly dropped him, but eventually she put him down on the table. She still had the phone. It tried hard to stand on its hind paws and proceeded to reach its little paws to her. When she neared with the phone, it started to claw at the phone as if trying to pull it down.
"What do you want?" she asked, confused.
Once it got what it wanted; the phone, it started feel the buttons. All Sarah could do was gape. The mouse worked to finish the message.
'I am not who you think … … I am.' it finished, slowly.
Oh gosh, oh gosh! I didn't know I could get this far! I am so tired… No not now!
"Wha…?" the unnerved girl was astounding at what was happening in front of her. "No way!"
When she seemed to run out of the room, the mouse's heart broke and tried to call out to her. But all he could do was squeak! Hearing the upset squeaking, she looked back.
Don't go! Please! Please! I-I-I know, I don't wanna scare ya! But it's the truth! I need to tell you! We're not safe!
If he could cry, he would but he wasn't able to… His thoughts and mind did not match this body, and his emotions were so high that this little body couldn't contain it. He was shaking and he couldn't stop moving. He saw the girl return, uncertain.
"This is freaky… A mouse is talking to me…" Sarah mumbled to herself as she stayed at the door.
She noticed though that it was asking strange…. It curled low again beside the phone, shaking.
Come on… you can do this… You can … uh~ w-wait, what was my name? I- … it doesn't matter… ran his thoughts.
Not too soon after though, he felt a stroke along his arched back. He shut his eyes, comforted…mostly with the fact that she returned. He knew just what to type next.
Oh-oh! M-Mickey! Th-th-that's my name! Mickey! his memory sparked at that moment.
She was surprised by its sudden energy and it began to work on the text again.
'My name is Mickey Mouse' it typed once more, a little quicker.
Upon reading that, Sarah did not know how to react. This was all so sudden and not very subtle. Also a mouse that knew how to type fluently, able to read… Was this a dream? Deep down though, she was getting scared even with her brow flexed so deeply. Mickey Mouse… is a freaking cartoon! Just a drawing…. What was all this?
In his point of view, he had to tell her that before he was to it forget again. This wasn't the first time he had forgotten his name. It scared him deeply. He paused and turned to look at her, knowing he had no perfect face to express his desperation.
She saw its eyes shining and wide, its whiskered nose smelling the air. Its ears were down and it was breathing too fast.
The clock read 11:36 as he noticed. Just like what happened to the computer the night before… he knew there was another chance. He had hoped. The Computer!
To her surprise, the mouse made a jump off the table and scurried off out of the bedroom. Sarah tried to catch it but it was too fast and she was afraid to get bitten.
"Hey! HEY!" she yelled, following it.
It was going to her room! After seeing what the creature had done, able to spell perfectly and so dead on focused to speak, Sarah ran trying to keep up with it. But it was much too fast! When she reached her room however, there was the tiny mouse trying its best to get up to her desk…but it kept falling.
"I really don't know what's going on!" she vented, as she stared down at it. It seemed to look up at her again. "How did you do that!? What is…?"
It kept squeaking again. He knew that the time was coming. The only one time there could be any sort of communication to this world… from his.
"It's almost here! She needs to see! She needs to know the truth!" was what he was hurting to say.
During his efforts though, he was picked up into her hand. She was rather rough though, due to her frustration.
"Please!" he squeaked, clawing at her fingers to get free.
"What is wrong with you~? Just! Fine! There!" Sarah grumbled loudly as he put him back into the shoe box. He was running around and trying to jump.
The clock said 11:50 now… when she looked at it. It was almost midnight and she could not go to sleep in this house all alone. Not knowing where her parents were… she didn't have a single clue of what to do. Listening to her little frantic friend in the box, she took him with her and she opened her laptop.
"…where is everyone…?" she whimpered.
She wondered of she should go to the police, ask her aunt and cousins or go to the resort for them. Maybe they were still working and had to stay the night?
12:00 a.m
Completely and willingly ignoring the frantic mouse at the moment, Sarah was trying to relax on her made bed. She'll get up and get it some food in a little bit, but she was so worried…. The cops. It's midnight now and it was perfect timing to call the cops!
She was up once again and began to dial her phone, thinking she was in a nightmare. To her astonishment although, her computer suddenly woke up again. It awoke the very same way as before. Sarah froze when she locked her eyes on the screen and gasped when the browser opened by itself again! She stood back when the very same miracle began to happen. Once the browser opened, it went to that same website, and that very same Disney video as before, of Disney's World of Color.
Down below, once again… in the comment box, words were being typed as she watched on in fear and disbelief.
"No, no…" she stammered.
Sarah Jackson. I implore you to read this message thoroughly because I have little time. I wished there was another way. Read carefully. You must do as I instruct. I do know that you are afraid. Do not be.
She was shaking and she dropped her phone. "Who the hell are you…?" she shook as she spoke.
I know how confused you must be. So is the little mouse in that box.
Sarah inched closer, peering at the words. She wanted to shut the laptop down again and go for help. She looked to the little camera on the top of her screen…feeling angry.
"Are you stalking me?" she hissed with rage. "Mouse? How did you know?" she spoke, mainly to herself.
She least expected a legit response.
Keep that mouse with you, as much as you can. I deeply implore you not to panic. You must know that mouse is no ordinary one. You must keep him with you. He knows what to do.
"What about my parents!?"
Sarah. In time you will understand. This is a dire matter and we need him safe. I wish there was another way. But sadly, there is not. Right now you need to allow me to get you both to safety.
Sarah was starting to cry and she backed away from the desk, to the wall.
"…who are you, who are you…?" she sobbed, biting her finger in panic. "It said… Mickey Mouse… the stupid… cartoon!? This is~ No! Whatever this is, stop it!" she deeply screamed, not knowing if this was some prank. She was truly scared at this point. "I just want my family…. Where are they!?"
As she was venting out at whoever was using her laptop, the mouse had gotten himself free again. She felt a soft little touch and she goosed, nearly kicking him. She jumped aside.
"Stay away from me… I don't know what's going on, but —Oh my God, this is just stupid!"
There was no response from the computer for a while. That little mouse backed against the desk, in a curl, fighting heartbreak again. He dashed back to the closet.
"Mickey Mouse!? Seriously?" she snapped, not caring if he was hurt or not.
"I'm being hacked!" she spoke under her breath one last time and picked up her phone.
"Dad, come on!" she begged as she hoped he would pick up, but something strange happened.
I am sorry. Your number could not be reached as dialed. Please hang up and try again. spoke the automated voice.
Even when she tried a second time, she got the same message. Her heart was really starting to hit her throat. Now things weren't working. Words were being typed once more, only it was slow.
It will be all right, Sarah. Let the mouse talk to you. He knows what to do.
Tomorrow, at midnight, you must be present at the Disneyland Resort.
He knows exactly where to —
Before that sentence was even done…the browser unexpectedly quit. The quit warning came up and that was it. Sarah needed time to process what exactly just happened. Her mother worked at one of the resort Hotels and her Dad worked as a teacher near home. There was no other reason as to why they wouldn't come home. They would never be this late, let alone not let her know why they were late. Something had to have happened.
Whoever was talking to her on the computer seemed to know what was going on? Perhaps a kidnapper? Perhaps—
The scratchings against the box she placed him in distracted her. She gasped and stared at her open closet.
"I-I knew it! I knew there was something wrong with you!" she shook, still in shock.
She opened the shoe box and he backed into the corner. Her face was a thunderstorm.
"Okay~" she said as she tried to catch her breath.
She stood tall and strained her fingers through her hair in frustration and confusion.
"I knew something strange was going on… when I felt so bad that Dad wanted to kill you. I don't— I don't know what it was! I needed to help you! And then — the text— How did you know how to do that!?"
He watched on, in shock, as she deliberately began to choke up and yell out her fear before him. He stayed in the corner, trying to remember his name.
"A-and… and what the text said. You're Mickey Mouse?"
Mi-mickey… Mouse? I-I think… yes. Yes! I am… he wished to speak but was unable to.
She saw the little thing nod slightly as he stayed still, positively frightened, as much as she was. Appalled, she went and grabbed one of the Disney plushes sitting on the floor and showed it to him; a Mickey plush.
"This is you!? This? A freaking cartoon!? This is— so stupid…" she then calmed down and threw the toy aside.
The mouse wanted to cry again. Unable to tear was so painful. Sarah sat on the bed, trying to find sense in all this… What the whoever it was on the laptop said, that the mouse knew what to do. What about her parents!?
She went back to the shoebox, and the poor heartbroken mouse was in a curl still. He looked hurt. He looked dead, much to her worry, but then she saw his little eyes open.
"… okay, okay, I-I'm sorry…" she said, feeling guilty.
She probably scared him half to death, yelling like that. There were so many questions. Beyond feeling guilty, she felt sad too. Like she did before, she softly pat his tiny head with her finger. He seemed to snap out of his shock and softly nuzzled her finger with his tiny nose.
"I'm sorry… I'm just scared, a-and… I don't know what to do…"
He softly uncurled and rested his paws on her finger, looking up at her. He could still speak… The computer should do the trick! She saw that he wanted to get in her hand and gently, she picked him up into her hand.
"Wh-what?" she sniffled and he pointed his nose to her desk.
She placed him on her desk and he scurried to the mouse pad as she watched on. He looked at her and she seemed to understand. He wanted to talk again. For his silent request, she opened a word document. It all seemed to turn to good favor. Even he had serious doubts of ever communicating with anyone. Now there was hope.
Master Yen Sid was able to do it again… I can't fail… not this time!
She really had no choice in this but to watch as this mouse began to get to work. He did his best to do it as fast as he could.
I am sorry. I did not want this. he typed out.
Sarah seemed to shudder, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Your family is not home yet? he typed again, seeming a little panicked in how he moved.
"…. uh! They never came!" Sarah worried. "I guessed they had work to do, but they always call me if they're coming home late… I'm sure they're okay but… all this is just freaking me out…"
Even he could not be too sure, but he was worried as well. It may have just been paranoia but if something had come over the family, then they had to hurry. As of right now, they had one day. One day to get back as the person in the computer had stated, whom he knew was to be his mentor. It seemed he was trusted to guide his new friend, his rescuer. Surely he was meant to die in this world, or lose his mind to this fragile body's weaknesses. Even in his real form, he had slight tendencies, but never were they this strong and annoying. He was agile and quick, just the same, but fear and instinct were both dangerous on his part, so he had to be careful. Keep his mind sharp.
What she did for him, out of her heart, he was going to do his best to protect her in return. He had a sense of uncertainty but he could not place it. He had better begin.
I am sorry for all of this. This was not supposed to happen. he typed, gently with his two front paws. I do know what to do.
"…b-but… my parents! What do we do? Should we…?" she trailed off when this Mickey started typing again.
We have one day. Tomorrow midnight.