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    "Uh, hello? Hello? Um, Is anybody there I'm trying to connect to the main radio station I um, I've been trying for an hour now, and I still need to talk to something, let alone humans. Uh, if anyone can hear me, I can tell you where I am currently. Please just send a message of you can hear me."
    "Hello?" My voice on the radio was static.
    "Hello! I'm currently at a restaurant, well, an abandoned one. Anyways, are you anywhere near a broken down pizza place?"
    I checked out my window. Currently I was looking out at the destruction of what a nuclear war had created, but I'll explain that later. I responded. "Well, I can see one not even a mile from here, all I can see is a broken down sign saying, 'Fdy Bes Piza.'" The man on the radio almost yelled making me flinch. "Yes, as you can tell by the sign, in which you've probably noticed has a few lights out, is a pizza sign." I took a glimpse at the sign again. The sign was shaped like a pizza. I nodded. " I'm going to make my way over there right now, hang on."
    Making sure no bandits were anywhere, I took all of my supplies then bolted to the restaurant. Once I got there I noticed a flyer on the wall of the front window. "New and improved animatronics, coming here March 16, 1987!". "1987?" I whispered to myself. "That was 30 years ago..." I shrugged. I walked into the building.
    "Why hello there..." An unfamiliar voice rasped out from the shadows. I turned around to see a man, around 10 years older than me, walk in front of me. He had chocolate brown hair and was wearing a long purple jacket accompanied by purple jeans and purple sneakers. He had a purple hat on his head which pushed his hair in front of his scary light gray eyes. He started fiddling with his pony tail when I didn't respond.
    "Purple? Why purple?" I asked suspiciously. "Oh, just because." He hissed with his weird hypnotizing voice. The more I listened to his voice, the more tired I got. "Are you from the phone?" I mumbled as I yawned. " Yes, I now that was you I was talking to..." My eyelids were drooping now, and I felt like I was going to pass out. "Your voice, what did you do to it?" I blinked heavily.
    He laughed. "My voice is special. I use it for my prey, and unfortunately you fell into my trap like a worm falling into a birds nest." I can't keep up with him. He is going too fast. Something about prey, a trap, and unfortunate. My eyes closed. I heard metal scraping across the ground, something big.
    "Sadly you can't escape now. I've come once again."
    "It's me."
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