TRIGGER WARNINGS:

"Roman?" no response "Ro!?!" still no answer,  not from him anyway.

"ⱧɆⱠⱠØ" a strange voice answered, "Hello? Who is this? What happened to my brother?!" I was getting louder and more panicked with every word. "₲Ø₦Ɇ, ł₣ ɎØɄ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ₴ɆɆ Ⱨł₥ ₳₲₳ł₦ ł    ₵₳₦ ₮ɆⱠⱠ ɎØɄ ⱧØ₩ ₮ØØ." I thought for a moment, do I trust the weird demonic voice? "No. I'm not fucking stupid." I wasn't going to do it, I already knew how I could contact Roman. "₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ ₴Ⱨ₳₥Ɇ, ł'ⱠⱠ ₮ɆⱠⱠ Ⱨł₥ ɎØɄ ₴₳łĐ ₦Ø. ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₦Ʉ₥฿ɆⱤ ł₣ ɎØɄ ɆVɆⱤ ₩₳₦₮ ₮Ø ₮₳₭Ɇ ₥Ɇ Ʉ₱ Ø₦ ₥Ɏ Ø₣₣ɆⱤ." the phone hung up. I knew what Roman had asked me to do, I knew I had to. I decided to text Logan and tell him what was going on.

(Translation: Hello. Gone, if you ever want to see him again I can tell you how too. What a shame, I'll tell him you said no. Call this number if you ever want to take me up on my offer.)

I walked into the small cabinet in my room and pulled out some of Virgil's old sketchbooks he let me keep, I grabbed the ouija board from under my bed and got everything I would need.

I made a small circle of salt with a gap so Roman and Virgil could still get in and I could close it once they were in.

I placed my hands on the board "Roman? Virgil? Are you guys here?" The board started to move.

Y-E-S W-E A-R-E B-O-T-H H-E-R-E

"Can you make yourselves visible?" As soon as I asked a black inky mass appeared along with something that reminded me of one of Virgil's old drawings to the right. "That's why you wanted your old drawings..." I mumbled to myself "Can you talk to me? Like, with a voice?" They looked at each other before looking at me again. "Ỵ̶̠̝̳̀͌́̀͋e̵̞͇͉̩͂͋s̸̙̈́̋̍.̵̡͉͕͓͖͚̲̝͇̇̏̽.̴̙͕̭̝͑̽̑͠͝" The one that looked like Virgil's drawing spoke. "Who is who?" The black blob of ink spoke up, "เ๓ г๏๓คภ." I nodded "So that's Virgil okay.."

We stayed up for the whole night talking and theorizing, they told me to NEVER call the number and I never did, nor will I ever in the future.