He was a bit of an... odd child. Your parents hadn't appreciated the two of you spending time together when you were younger. But kids grow old, grow apart, they forget. It had been over half a life ago since you'd seen him, none of it truly mattered.

You'd grown older yourself, you'd even found success. You weren't some privileged superstar by any means, yet it wasn't like you were sleeping in a ditch or dumpster diving for food. And you had gone ahead and forgotten your old playmate.

It wasn't even some fantasy story situation where 'his memory was still alive, buried deep in your subconscious with your inner child, waiting for you to one day return your attention to them'. You had simply forgotten. Time was a cruel, yet unstoppable force.

You had only vaguely remembered when your old friend when you recieved a phone call from an unsaved number, and only happened to answer by accident. His voice was far deeper, as age tended to do. Yet the accent was still thick and very distinct. It was C.

He didn't even bother with an introduction. And the call was quite brief, but the message was clear.

"I am going back to our old hiding spot. I'm coming back for you. Tonight."

And with that, he hung up on you. Now, you were (regretfully) left home alone, wondering: what the hell did that mean?