room 403 | so late it's early morning | saturday | january 9
Hannibal hadn't really been able to sleep so he'd gone for a walk around the dorms sometime in the wee hours of the morning. He'd left the door to his room cracked so he wouldn't have to sleepily fumble his way back in. Of course, that just gave the little gremlin the prime opportunity to sneak in.
Luckily for Angela, the gremlin bypassed her and went for the first thing in range: Hannibal's phone. He'd knocked it on the floor when he'd gone to leave and hadn't picked it up. The gremlin decided it was the perfect chew toy and started biting into it merrily. It didn't taste good but it was a lot better than some of the cookies he'd had lately.
Hannibal, sleepier than before due to the monotonous walk (and the crapload of food he'd eaten earlier), returned to his room a few minutes later, kicking the door closed behind him. The gremlin, obviously sensing a superior being (or one with arms so big that his could could get cracked like a walnut) dropped the phone and scurried away, into a vent and away from the lumbering human. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Hannibal saw his phone before he stepped on it. Of course, as boys are wont to do, he thought this was a perfect time to make a crank call to Abigail. It was early as hell and he sounded drunk. Perfect time.
Unfortunately for Hannibal (and everyone), the combination of the gremlin's saliva (which Hannibal only noticed at the last minute) and the jolt of battery power sent shockwaves through the Fandom phone system, glitching everything and setting up a nice, chaotic day tomorrow.
Hannibal got his crank call in and went to sleep. If only he knew. If only he knew.
[establishly, NFI, and NFB! this is the IC kick off of Crazy Phone Day which technically starts on saturday but I didn't want to forget to post this!]
Luckily for Angela, the gremlin bypassed her and went for the first thing in range: Hannibal's phone. He'd knocked it on the floor when he'd gone to leave and hadn't picked it up. The gremlin decided it was the perfect chew toy and started biting into it merrily. It didn't taste good but it was a lot better than some of the cookies he'd had lately.
Hannibal, sleepier than before due to the monotonous walk (and the crapload of food he'd eaten earlier), returned to his room a few minutes later, kicking the door closed behind him. The gremlin, obviously sensing a superior being (or one with arms so big that his could could get cracked like a walnut) dropped the phone and scurried away, into a vent and away from the lumbering human. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Hannibal saw his phone before he stepped on it. Of course, as boys are wont to do, he thought this was a perfect time to make a crank call to Abigail. It was early as hell and he sounded drunk. Perfect time.
Unfortunately for Hannibal (and everyone), the combination of the gremlin's saliva (which Hannibal only noticed at the last minute) and the jolt of battery power sent shockwaves through the Fandom phone system, glitching everything and setting up a nice, chaotic day tomorrow.
Hannibal got his crank call in and went to sleep. If only he knew. If only he knew.
[establishly, NFI, and NFB! this is the IC kick off of Crazy Phone Day which technically starts on saturday but I didn't want to forget to post this!]