Reyansh spun around. Nothing there. He looked back at the phone. The Chucky on the screen winked, tapped the glass from the inside, and whispered, "Slash and dash, remember? I'm not the one dashing, kid. You are."

He ignored the warnings. "File might be harmful." He clicked .

Instead of a loading screen, his phone buzzed violently and went black. Then a high-pitched, familiar laugh crackled through the speaker.

Reyansh tapped it.