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Stanford sat in his study hunched over his desk, he was writing a journal entry about size changing crystals he had found in the woods; when he was suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing.
He put his pen down and reached over to pick it up.
"Hello this is Dr Stanford Pines speaking."
The other end was silent, aside from ragged breathing. Through out college he some times received calls from various pay phones around the country, so he assumed this was just another prank caller.
He was just about to hang up when a light rhythmic tapping began, Morse code. He grabbed a new page and began to jot down the tapping
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He and Stanley had learned Morse code in highschool, thus he was able to quickly translate it.
'Help me ford'
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'please'
The tapping was frantic but clear.
"who is this" Ford asked heart sinking what if it's Stan~
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'Stanley pines'
Ford felt bile rise in his throat but he swallowed it.
"S-stanley? What- why can't you speak, what's wrong?" The urgency in his voice increasing
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'they hurt me'
"Who did? Ah H-how?" He was stumbling over his words now, he was feeling too many emotions at once, anger at the people who did this too stan (and a bit about the project but that doesn't MATTER STAN IS HURT-), fear if his brother is going to be mute or worse.
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'hurts'
Ford grip on the phone tightened "I know, I know, fuck"
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'help'
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'SOS'
"Okay fuck, what hurts?"
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'everything'
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'Payphone Nevada'
"okay Stanley I'm going to call 911 okay?"
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'ok'