Save the Earth

[ a young blonde with sharp features – no older than sixteen, probably – seems to be staring directly out of the screen with the most piercing green eyes imaginable. anyone who goes to locke city high might recognize her as ffion claire llewellyn, or at the very least “that one girl who signed up for as many sports as she could fit into her schedule.” anyone who doesn't can probably at least recognize her as someone who is decidedly not in the mood for this shit. ]

Whatever it is you've done, take it back.

[ she speaks in firm tones, not stumbling on any of her words. ]

I don't know what it is you're trying to do. [ she pauses – her eyes dart around the bathroom around her – before continuing. ] Maybe you have some point to make. Maybe this is just some grudge. But I don't have time to deal with it right now. We're halfway into hell week, and we've got an away game next Thursday. I can't afford to put up with-

[ “a hacked smartphone?” ”fake memories?” how is she supposed to believe someone was capable of all of this...? after a moment's delay, she exhales forcibly. ]

-this.

[ whatever this is. it's a lame finish, but it'll have to do for now. ]

Whoever you are, you know how to find me. However you did this, you know how to stop it. [ they have to. ] I'll be waiting.

[ and with that, she stops the recording. ]