Mikey stood frozen, his eyes locked on the figure before him, filled with complete uncertainty.
A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to process what he was seeing. It was as if time itself had twisted into something cruel, forcing him to confront a version of himself that he didn't recognize.
' W-What did he just say?...' Mikey thought, his throat dry.
He turned his head slightly, trying to confirm, trying to assure himself that this was some kind of mistake.
But his eyes were met with his future self, and without a doubt, he was certain it wasn't a dream.
He raised a trembling hand, pointing a finger at himself in hopes to affirm his frightening thoughts.
"Are you talking to me?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
His future self didn't answer, rather his silence weighed heavier than words ever could.
However, before Mikey could mutter another question, a voice crackled through the microphone, sharp and docile.
