It started as a joke.

You and Tod were rummaging through his dad’s old electronics in the garage, looking for anything that still worked. Among the dusty boxes, you found a vintage radio, its knobs worn smooth, the metal slightly rusted.

“Bet this thing doesn’t even pick up anything,” Tod said, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Only one way to find out,” you said, twisting the dial.

Static hissed through the speakers. Then a voice, low and scratchy, cut through the white noise.

“…Y/N…”

You froze. “Did you hear that?”

Tod laughed nervously. “They just said your name. Probably some DJ prank.”

But as the minutes passed, the voice didn’t stop. It called your name, mentioned small, personal details about your life, about Tod, about your days together.

“Tod will eat the last slice of pizza tonight, and Y/N will roll her eyes.”

You glanced at Tod, eyebrows raised. He chuckled—and then picked up the leftover pizza from the counter, exactly as the voice had said.

Your stomach dropped. “Okay… that was exactly what it said.”

Tod waved it off. “Must be coincidence.”

But it wasn’t.

Night after night, you tuned in to the same frequency, and every prediction the voice made came true. Every detail. Every movement. Every word.

At first, it was entertaining. Predicting small things—what movie Tod would pick, what you’d order for lunch—but then… the predictions got darker.

And one night, it crossed a line.

“…Tod is going to cheat on Y/N.”

You froze, hand hovering over the radio. The static buzzed like a swarm of insects in your ears.

“Tod…” you whispered, heart pounding.

He was asleep on the couch, earbuds in, scrolling through his phone. Innocent. Relaxed. Your stomach twisted.

You didn’t tell him at first. How could you? How do you tell someone that a voice on a radio—one you didn’t even understand—said they would betray you?

But the fear gnawed at you, unrelenting. Every laugh he gave, every glance at his phone, every word he said felt like it was being filtered through the warning in your mind.

You tried ignoring it. Tried telling yourself it was impossible. But then, the voice came back, whispering, urgent, almost… pleading.

“Tod is going to cheat on Y/N. He will. Protect yourself, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stay silent anymore. That night, after the movie ended, you found Tod in your room, unpacking some homework. You held the radio between you, hand shaking.

“I have to tell you something,” you said. “It’s… weird. And maybe it sounds insane. But the voice on this radio—it predicts things. And tonight, it said… it said you’re going to cheat on me.”

Tod froze, brow furrowing. “What… what are you talking about?”

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. “I don’t know. I just… I can’t ignore it anymore. I need to know… would you ever—”

Tod crossed the room in two long strides, cupping your face. “Y/N… look at me. I would never hurt you like that. I swear.”

You wanted to believe him. You needed to. But the radio still sat on your desk, humming with static. Its warning lingered in the room like a shadow.

“Maybe…” Tod whispered, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “it’s trying to scare us. Maybe it just wants to see us panic.”