File Code: 3301 +Brallon-

File: 3/ Getting Started

"What the hell do you even mean 'they will know'? Do you how stupid you sound?" I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounds right now. He can't be serious; Spencer doesn't even have a webcam.

"I'm being genuine B. They have their ways, but they won't tell me. Only two people know, but they won't tell anyone else as not to scare off anyone new. Anyway, I have it now. You ready?" Maybe I should reconsider this. Spencer seems pretty serious about them knowing about personal information. Stomach acid raised, as a result of nerves, perhaps I should back out before it's too late.

"Spencer, do you regret joining?" He looked unsure, and then looked off somewhere into his room, pondering what he was going to say. Time seemed to slip through his fingers while being lost in thought. The time didn't escape him too much before he could realize and pull himself back.

"No, I didn't mean to worry you by spacing off like that, sorry. It's just the schedule is so tight, and one of the admins is odd. If you don't get, or decide not to try, I'll tell you why, but if you have a chance to experience them, I want you to see why. I spaced off because it made me think how the others feel about the chat. I enjoy it, but to some of them, it seems like a drag or like a prison. I guess you'll have to see if you regret joining."

Listening intently to what he said, made me wonder. Would I enjoy something like this? It seems more like a friend group than what Spencer explained, and I'm not looking for friends. "Spence, does any work go on?" He laughed at that and proceeded,"Of course it does. If we didn't then it'd be a waste of talent and time to organize. They're never serious when someone new joins the chat, but somebody rounds us back in."

I weighed the options in my head. Thinking made me stray to other things. Straying to other things made me nervous, and with nervousness brought me to make irrational decisions.

"Sure, what the hell." He gazed at me with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "I knew you'd come around. I just sent it. Did you get it?" I looked at the screen and nodded my head. I had gotten it, but what the hell did it mean? It was just a bunch of symbols that had no meaning to me.

"Spencer, what the hell is this?"

"I can't help you, Bren."

Okay, I got this. Who am I kidding I don't understand any of this? "Spencer is there a deadline on when it needs to be solved by? "

He sighed and looked at me like I was dumb. "I wouldn't have stressed so much if there weren't a deadline. Come on Bren you're smarter than that. Two weeks. You have exactly two weeks to finish it."

"O-Okay got it." How could you not be nervous? Being presented with the chance to join a new group to solve something no one knows anything about is bound to make your stomach flip with nerves and anxiety. This one little puzzle determines the next few months of my life.

"Brendon Denis is home! Can I send him up?"

"Yeah sure, dad."

Spencer looked at me through his phone camera and laughed lightheartedly at me. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just the natural annoyance on your face when your dad calls you. You look like you want to slam his freaking face into John Cena's bicep, even though he did nothing wrong." How does he even pick up on stupid shit like this? The world may never know.

"Wow, so funny Spencer I'm rolling on the ground in hysterics!" Sarcasm is obviously present in each word that leaves my mouth.

"B-den what do you want? You know this is the time where I make fun of the shows Robin watches, and you make drug deals online or watch porn or something." I sighed looking at him. He was so talented, and he spends his time making fun of Barbie movies and bothering my mom when she gets home, why? "Denis, you know what I do on my computer. You're just jealous you don't have your own desktop. Also, I'm on Skype with Spencer, why the hell would we be watching porn?"