Trusting strangers

He stayed up late that day. It was a boring day, one of those days that you don't wanna do anything, but you have to. You have to, because if you succumb to the instinct of staying in bed all day, you don't get paid. And that's the biggest nightmare anyone can think of.

Where was I? Ah, yes. Even though he was tired, and kind of sleepy, he stayed up late because he wanted to talk to someone. Who is that? No one in particular. The internet was full of that, full of "no one in particular's". So, just browsing the chatrooms, after mignight of course, he found a chatroom with not that many people. No one here had profile pictures, which was fairly common.

You: What's up?

tenacious_leg: "Dude, no one's here to talk," said one of the 4 users in the room that night.

You: "What? What are we all doing in a chatroom then?", he said.

masterBeef: "We're here looking for the bearded guy," another account responded.

You: Bearded guy? I thought no one used profile pictures.

tenacious_leg: None of us does

There was an almost uncomfortable pause. No one was typing, and one of the accounts had gone offline.

tenacious_leg: Sorry, I thought I heard something but it was just my cat. Anyways, none of us uses profile pictures, it was an agreement.

masterBeef: Yeah, we've been using this chatroom for, like, five months. But he was talking about theBeardedGuy751. Sorry if that wasn't clear.

You: What about him is so important?

masterBeef: He hasn't been showing up to the chatroom.

I'm sorry, this is getting boring. Do you wanna keep reading to know what happened to the bearded guy? You can, if you want to.

I wanna know what happened to the bearded guy.

No, thank you.