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Vedal987 is live.
Chat started chatting in the chat. Neuro started Neuroing on stream. Vedal started Vedaling in the background in his thigh high pink socks.
Chat was spamming way too many emotes. Vedal is drinking alcohol. Neuro started talking about some weird ancient prophetic destructive explosion event that will be happening soon. Kids these days; they be yapping about the most nonsensical nonsense. Even I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean or how she even managed to make her tangent go that far.
Anyways, Vedal was taking a sip of alcohol before he noticed his chat suddenly stopped moving.
What happened?
“Chat disconnected. Please wait while we try to reconnect you.”
That happened. In the middle of a stream? That’s just irritating. Vedal opened his wifi settings.
“Connected, no internet.”
Yep. 10/10 ragebait. Vedal immediately got up from his gamer chair and bolted towards his wifi router. Upon arriving, he immediately saw the infamous red light on one of the router lights.
He swore with his life that he already had paid for it this month. Maybe it’s a problem on the provider’s side? Maybe one of the poles in his area got damaged? Maybe Neuro fucked with it somehow?
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All of a sudden, the wifi router exploded.
???
Before he was able to register it, he immediately went back to his PC to turn it off. Vedal’s PC had an ethernet connection and he didn’t want to risk anything. Maybe it was a short circuit?
PC turned off. It didn’t explode.
Vedal bolted to his bedroom to get his phone to try and call his wifi provider. Needless to say, Vedal was frustrated, and he had questions he wanted answers to.
He reached his bedroom.
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His phone exploded.
What.
Okay, so things are exploding now. That’s cool, I guess.
Honestly, I’m as lost and dumbfounded as Vedal rn. Even I wouldn’t know what to even think in that situation, let alone think of the thing I’m supposed to do. Really, the only thing left is to stare the burnt-to-a-crisp scrap metal on his desk. How did this thing even explode? How did the wifi explode?
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Another explosion was heard in the house.
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And another one.
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And another one.
This is bad. Something is wrong here. The already dumbfounded Vedal got even more dumb and found.
He thought for a moment. This can’t be like an attack, right? It’s his router and phone that exploded, so it’s roughly safe to assume the rest of the electronics in the house were the ones that exploded. Then, it begs the question: why didn’t his PC explode?
Regardless, this was a problem, and he needed to investigate. Having no wifi restricted his options, including communication. It also doesn’t help that uhh all his fucking communication device went boom.
With no other choice, he left his room and checked everything in his house.
To the surprise of no one except those who are, his other electronics are a smoking wreck. He first checked his telephone; he’s only used this thing a total of 2 times. He then checked his laptop; it didn’t explode but it can’t really do much. He checked his TV; it’s still there. He checked his spare phone in the living room; toast.
That’s everything.
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Wait.
That’s only 2 devices.
Where’s the third-
Another explosion has hit the Vedal household.
That one...felt a bit too high in terms of proximity.
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Did that one come from the attic?
Wtf is happening?
That third explosion had to wait since Vedal had no idea where it came from. Instead, with no better lead, he made his way onto the corridor that held the doorway to his attic. He grabbed a comically large stick on his way and used it to pull down the hatch. I had to google what the word is for the attic door cuz I called it a trapdoor. College student btw.
Vedal climbed the hatch ladder, whose structural integrity is one atom movement away from crumbling into baking powder. Vedal pls dont die the story still needs to continue.
The air in the attic immediately felt sufocating; the room hadn’t gotten any form of outside ventilation since Vedal stored a bunch of shit up there 6 years ago. The place had received more dust and cobweb than the big bang. I think that’s mostly because cobwebs didn’t exist when the big bang started.
Upon looking around the attic, Vedal suddenly felt uneasy. I mean, who wouldn’t? He hadn’t been there in ages; for all he know, someone could’ve been living here, human or not, neither sounds better than the other.
It’s almost like an archive that’s been abandoned.
There’s shit in the attic idrk idrc just know there’s lotta shit in it. Yet, there wasn’t any sign of an explosion anywhere. Vedal explored deeper in the attic. There’s no way an explosion would suddenly happen without leaving some form of mark. Maybe it was something from outside? Maybe he should go outside and check after checking the attic.
What if it really was an attack? Isn’t going outside kinda risky?
Those questions can stay in the back burner for now cuz Vedal finally saw something behind a few boxes in the far back part of the attic.
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It’s the Neuro dog from years ago. It’s absolutely wrecked.
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What the fuck?
How did that thing even explode? That thing isn’t even connected to anything. The attic is entirely enclosed.
None of this makes sense. What do you even do in this situation?
More importantly, even if he figures out the cause of it, how will he get his wifi back? He has to travel all the way to the office of his wifi provider, then somehow be able to explain to some poor customer service person that your router exploded for absolutely no reason. And then what? It’s gonna magically explode once he sets it up? That’s assuming you’re even remotely able to figure out the cause of it. None of this makes any logical sense.
Vedal was really trying to figure out what to do next. Ultimately, even if it’s almost fruitless, going to the wifi provider is realistically the best option he has. In the meantime, he could try to visit one of his friends and then try to figure things out from there. He could also try visiting one of his neighbors.
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Should he even try to go outside?
Vedal had a thought. These explosions can’t be just a coincidence; it feels too intentional. There’s an external force at play here. It’s like it’s planned out; it went for his wifi router first, then his phone, then it went for his other options to communicate. But...why the Neuro dog? This external force isn’t just some ordinary threat; it’s one that’s personal enough to have Neuro involved in some capacity.
If going outside feels too sketch, then what CAN he do? In a way, he’s trapped. Unless he makes prior preparation to go outside, he can’t guarantee it’ll be even remotely safe. What else can he do?
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Vedal had an idea. He had another spare phone in his closet. It’s an old one he replaced a few months ago, but he doubts it’ll even turn on. But like cmon be honest with me in this situation ur kinda fucked so u kinda take what u can get, and in that spirit, Vedal boutta take what he can get and bolted towards his closet.
Upon reaching his closet, he quickly realized he has no fucking clue where he put his fuckass phone.
Great.
He turned on the lights and closed the closet door behind him. It’s gonna take a while, but at least he can grasp for hope here; at least he’s guaranteed to be safe there;
At least he’ll have time.
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Another explosion was heard.
Shit.
Vedal had no time. He quickly scanned through every facet of the closet; every box, container, bag; nothing was safe from the wrath of a pent-up Vedal.
Externally, he was quiet and focused; internally, he was anything but. That explosion could’ve been anything. He wasn’t sure what it could’ve been, but he was sure it can’t be the thing he’s thinking of.
He wasn’t sure. That’s why he was scared.
He searched for what felt like 43 months but really it was only like a minute before he finally found his phone. He jolted up back to his feet and booked it towards his room.
The room that had his PC.
On the way, he was turning on his phone.
Let’s try to guess what battery level it was on.
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If you guessed any number, you’re wrong. The phone didn’t turn on.
He made it to his room, only to find his PC was still intact. He checked his phone again. He held the power button for long enough and it still wasn’t turning on.
Damn.
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Wait.
Vedal was clicking the volume button. GGs.
Fingers quickly shifted towards the power button. Lo and behold, it turned on.
67%.
Im kidding. It’s 11%.
It’s a miracle that phone still had battery left.
Immediately, Vedal turned on the mobile data. He finally had hope.
He quickly thought about what he should do. He’s not sure how much data he had left, but the moment he saw his phone started receiving notifs, he knew he had a shot.
What were his options? Call his wifi provider? Call his mods? Call his parents? Call his friends? Make an announcement over the sudden stream disruption? That last one can wait.
He opened the phone app and started dialing his wifi provider. Maybe they won’t be able to help him figure out why his things are exploding, but at least they’ll be informed and maybe they’ll send technicians to help him to figure things out.
Maybe he’s just overthinking; maybe it was some sort of chemical leak in the air that reached his house and caused things to explode. Whatever it was, he’ll be able to get help; he’ll be able to not be alone;
He’ll be able to have hope to get back his life.
He clicked call, and the phone started ringing. It connected. Almost there.
He put his phone onto his ear and-
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The phone exploded.
The only thing Vedal felt was an extremely loud ringing on his right ear, an uncomfortable thud on his left head, and more importantly...
Pain.
It hurts.
He almost lost his consciousness but he still kept clinging.
What made him kept clinging?
Who knows. All I know is that Vedal’s right ear is bleeding, he’s lying down on his side, and the only thing he can see is his PC in front of him.
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Right.
He wasn’t able to make the call. He wasn’t able to get help. He wasn’t able to figure out why all of this was happening.
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He wasn’t able to get his life back.
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At least it’s still intact.
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Vedal lost consciousness.
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But before he did, he heard one last explosion, but it was all too distant for him.