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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/oxtalestwo on 2026-08-08 14:34:03+00:00.

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Just to get this out of the way: No, I do not mean an Amber Alert. I've gotten a hundred of those on my phone, and, probably just like the rest of you, I put the damn thing on silent as quickly as possible.

That's exactly what I did with the Azure Alert. To be honest, I didn't even realize what it was. You know that thing about how the brain really only reads the first letter of any word? Well, my brain is at half-mast at the best of times, and the middle of a crucial interview with Optim Tech was no different.

This was no surprise to me, of course. I'd done my homework. I'd spent weeks familiarizing myself with Optim's interview process. Every review said the same thing. Optim Tech is a family and they want to know how you can contribute to the family.

So, I was halfway through explaining to Don Elwood, the crisp-suited, oily-haired recruiting rep across the table from me, about how my contributions to Gleeson-Odair resulted in a 50% increased retention rate in users on our platform, and how I could bring that kind of ingenuity to Optim's bottom line.

"Spinning up a separate thread to handle configuration requests on the back end, that's what did it," I said, dabbing crumbs from a blueberry muffin from the corner of my mouth. "See, the human attention span is only so long, so any time you can--"

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

I jumped in my seat. I felt one of my feet graze against Don's leg under the table, and I could already tell that I'd be replaying that moment on repeat in my head on the entire drive home. If I didn't end up getting the job, it would be because cool faced, smooth shooter Don Elwood thought I was trying to play footsie with him under the table. Great.

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

After realizing that my future prospects may have been melting before my eyes, I realized that it was my phone that was making the noise. I ripped it from my pocket, saw the alert message, and hit the power button to silence it. I gave Don a shrug and a you-know-how-these-things-go kind of smirk. He didn't seem impressed.

I looked around, hoping to find some solidarity. Amber Alerts don't just hit one phone, they hit every phone in the area. Optim Tech, being the face of new and disruptive software, holds all of its interviews in public, low-key spaces. And so, as I looked around at all of the other faces and bodies in Luanne's Diner, I hoped to find a few other victims of the surprise Amber Alert (and yes, I recognize the horrible irony in referring to people whose lives are minorly inconvenienced by an Amber Alert "victims").

Nothing. Nobody. Nobody looking at their phones, nobody looking sheepishly embarassed, nobody looking slightly concerned that there was some abducted child nearby. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at that last one - I sure as hell wasn't concerned about anything but myself and my 401k.

"Anyways," I said, shifting my voice back into interview mode, "Any time you can speed things up without the user realizing anything has changed, you grab--"

"What was it?"

I cleared my throat. "I beg your pardon?"

He nodded at me. "What was it?"

Despite myself, I cocked my eyebrow in confusion. "Like I said, my solution was to spin up a--"

"Your phone."

I gulped. "What, the Amber Alert? I don't know, I think it's--"

"Is that what it was?" His voice had the cadence of a parent helping their child work through an elementary math problem. Is that the number that you get when you multiply seven and eight together? Are ya sure, Jimmy?

I shrugged. "I guess I--"

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

I jumped again. This time, I quickly looked around the diner to see if anyone else had gotten the alert on their phone.

Every eye in the diner was on me.

Nobody moved. Nobody made a sound.

I felt a bulge swell up in my throat, as well as the first few beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

The stares felt heavy. Instinctively I looked away from the faces, my gaze landing on the windows. "When did it start raining?" I ask. Although it was only half an hour ago that I parked my car and walked into Luanne's Diner, the memory feels like something I haven't touched in years. Decades. Was it raining when I got here? Did I drive here, or did I walk? Where even is this place?

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

"You going to get that?" Don asked, leaning one elbow on the table and cradling his chin in his knuckles.

"I, uh," I stammered, "Yeah."

I took my phone from my pocket and hit the power button.

"Sorry," I said, taking my napkin with a shaky hand to dry my dampening forehead. "I don't know what that is. I, uh, I don't..."

Don wasn't moving. It was like he was frozen, his icy blue eyes wide and penatrative. I pushed myself back in my chair, desperate to put some space between the two of us. "I don't, I don't--"

I looked around. Everyone else in the diner was frozen as well. A family of four at the booth by the window, a cluster of old men sitting at the counter, a handful of teenagers with straws in their mouths sucking on frappes. The waitress, the hostess, the busser. All of them frozen.

All of them staring at me.

I pushed back further from the table and stood up, my eyes locked to Don's. I took a few steps to the left.

His eyes traced my every step.

His body didn't move, his head didn't even twist the tiniest bit, but his eyes were on me.

I kept on inching my way through the diner, making a circle around the table. I watched with horror as Don's eyes continued to rotate in his head, further and further, well past the point where any normal human eye could follow me. When I was standing 90 degrees away from the angle his face was facing, his eye closest to me was still staring directly at me.

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

I screamed. I screamed like a child. I don't know what I said or if I even said anything, but all I knew was that I wanted my mother and I wanted to wake up and I wanted to be under the blankets. You're always safe under the blankets. You're always--

"You going to get that?"

Don was standing now. I hadn't seen him get up, but he was standing, his whole body turned to face me. I looked around. Everyone in the diner was on their feet, glaring at me.

Nobody was moving, but I swear they were all closer to me than they'd been before. Nobody had moved from their tables. It was as if, in the span of a heartbeat, every table and booth in the place had been shifted an arm's length closer to me. Was the whole place shrinking? Of course not. That didn't make any sense.

BLEEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP

Rain pounded on the windows. Whatever was outside -- if anything ever even was outside this place -- I couldn't see it. I tried to think back to how I got here. My house, my family, my name, anything that existed outside the walls of Luanne's Diner. Everything was fuzzy, like overlapping signals punching into the same radio frequency.

"You going to get that--"

"Yes!" I barked. I was sweating profusely at this point, sucking in deep breaths while still somehow not managing to get enough air into my lungs. I could feel that my face was bright red. It felt like I was in one of those ancient Egyptian torture chambers where the thief gets caught between two walls that slowly sandwich together.

"You going to--"

"Yes!" I screamed again, my voice cracking like a child. "Yes, yes, I'll get it!" I felt like I had when I was a boy and my older cousin had me pinned in a move he learned from watching TV wrestling. Uncle, uncle, just leave me alone!

I snatched my phone from my pocket. For the first time, I actually looked at the message flashing on the screen.

AZURE ALERT

WELCOME TO OPTIM TECH

WELCOME TO OPTIM TECH

YOU'RE HERE

YOU'RE HERE

YOU'RE HERE

YOU'RE HERE

I dropped the phone on the table, my hands slick with sweat and trembling like a tuning fork. "I don't-- I don't understand," I said.

"Don't understand what?" Don asked.

I shook my head. "I want to go home. I want to go home."

Don cocked his head at me. "And where is that?"

Pressure erupted behind my eye sockets. I pressed the heel of my hands into them, trying to massage the monstrous headache busting through from the other side.

"Did you hear me?" Don asked. "I said, where is that?"

"I don't know," I wimpered. "I don't know."

Don clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I, I, I. Who is that? Who are you talking about?"

"Me," I said. "Me."

"And who is that?"

I fell to the floor, my hands cradling my head. The rain rattling against the windows grew to a crescendo. I was sure my skull was going to explode.

"Did you hear me? I asked who is that."

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you."

"I don't know!"

My shout echoed through the linoleum prison of Luanne's Diner. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my palms as hard against my face as I could. Thoughts and dreams and memories spun around inside my head like the Tasmanian Devil. Had I watched him in cartoons when I was younger? Who had I watched them with? With my parents, of course. My siblings, my cousins. My family. My family.

My family.

Suddenly, the headache subsided. The rain stopped. I opened my eyes and found that space had returned to normal in the diner, and that everyone was eating their food as if nothing had ever happened. The teenagers gossiped, the old men at the counter were telling stories of their youth, the family at the booth was marveling over the baby in the high chair.

Everything felt right. Good. Like I'd just pressed the final piece of a jig...

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