They Know The End

Matt

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I uploaded a picture of me when I was hiking with some batchmates I knew last summer. The wind kinda messed up my hair and the pink shirt I was wearing didn't help me feel warm. I managed a smile as I sifted through the memories.

Now, all I had to was wait.

I adjusted my settings so that only people around my age and in Cebu would be able to text me. I needed someone who could be here as soon as possible.

Then, I scrolled through the People You May Like part of the app. It lists people who share the same interests as me and compliment the Decker section of my profile.

So far, though, nothing. But I was getting messages like crazy in my inbox. I scrolled through them with indifference. Several of them were sex bots and people who wanted to "spend their End Day" with me. I stopped scrolling to find one message from a girl profusely declaring their hand in marriage. I chuckled at her message.

Scrolling through these messages made me remember how pathetic and stupid other people were. I sighed and returned to scrolling through profiles.

I passed through an Eliza when I came across a profile from someone named Russell.

I expanded the profile and read through its contents. His profile picture made him look like he was in a bar. He skipped through most of the stuff in his profile. He seemed like a suspicious person.

But from his Final Thoughts he seemed like a person who was lonely. I'll try chatting with him. Hopefully he was someone who can spend the End Day with me doing the best I could.

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Matthew P. (2:34 a.m.): hey

Matthew P. (2:34 a.m.): are u sure you're not someone who'll kill me or smth?

Russell M. (2:35 a.m.): hey matthew nice clothes

Russell M. (2:35 a.m.): also no

Matthew P. (2:35 a.m.): ur pfp looks like a mug shot

Russell M. (2:35 a.m.): thanks i worked rlly hard on it 🙂

Matthew P. (2:36 a.m.): HAHAHAHAHAHA

Russell M. (2:36 a.m.): read ur profile...u want to live ur best life?

Matthew P. (2:37 a.m.): yeah staying in the house the entire day won't do mr wonders

Russell M. (2:37 a.m.): what

Russell M. (2:37 a.m.): u didn't even leave the house yet?

Matthew P. (2:37 a.m.): ye doesn't matter tho because one i'll find a last friend i'll be out of hrre

Russell M. (2:38 a.m.): alright i'll help u

Matthew P. (2:38 a.m.): r u sure you're not a serial killer?

Russell M. (2:38 a.m.): pfft no

Russell M. (2:38 a.m.): well, at least not yet

Matthew P. (2:38 a.m.): that's not reassuring

Russell M. (2:39 a.m.): either way i can help you

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I sighed to myself. He may be joking, but what he was an actual serial killer? The Last Friend killings were intensifying around the globe; I had zero reason to trust this guy.

But he seemed like a guy who was capable of bringing the best version of me. And he seemed like the guy who needed my kind of company.

Besides, I had nothing to lose.

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Matthew P. (2:40 a.m.): alright bet

Russell M. (2:40 a.m.): u're very far from me

Matthew P. (2:40 a.m.): we can meet halfway or smth...hold on

Matthew P. (2:42 a.m.): there's a mall between where we are

Russell M. (2:42 a.m.): alright sounds like a plan

Russell M. (2:43 a.m.): u're going now?

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Before I could reply, the door opened, revealing my Dad. He looked tired. "Matt, your mom's downstairs. We should talk. Leave your phone here."

I cursed in my head. "Fine," I blurted out.

He left the room. "And hurry up!" His voice echoed in the corridor, along with his steps down the stairs.

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Matthew P. (2:45 a.m.): maybe later at 6 or smth. . .my parents are calling me down

Russell M. (2:45 a.m.): can't you like convince them to go now?

Matthew P. (2:46 a.m.): you know these kinds of parents

Russell M. (2:46 a.m.): alright

Russell M. (2:46 a.m.): good luck with ur parents

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I didn't have the chance to say thanks when my Dad shouted my name from below. I sighed as I stood up and left the room.