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         “Well, here it is. What do you think?”        “Well, I guess it’s better than nothing.”        The sedan’s appearance did not conceal its age as the camera panned over it, specks of dirt and dust marring the tinted windows and body. Chips in the paint littered its body almost as numerous as the stars in the sky, but they added no glamour or brilliance to the faded teal paint like how glistening stars lit the night. If anything, they did the opposite, emphasizing all of the neglect that the car endured over the years.         Though presently I held no disdain towards the vehicle, my past self

         “You... you want to split up?”         I stared at Tim in shock, slowly absorbing his statement. Unfazed by my reaction, Tim just shrugged and nodded, folding his arms as he spoke. “Yeah. Look, I’ve been thinking for a while now, and we keep running out of leads. All we have are those memory cards, but at this point I’m pretty sure we won’t find anything else on them. No matter how I look at it we should’ve found something by now, so I think we hid the actually important ones somewhere else.”         So he figured that out too, I thought grimly, thinking of the cards still in my poc

         Unpublished tape—Transcript [13:34] Tim is walking through woods. The Red Tower comes into sight. [13:58] Tim: “Fucking finally...” Tim jogs over and starts walking around the building. The camera zooms in on the graffiti on the walls. [14:23] Tim: “Heh... Glad to see teenagers still like to hang out at park...s...” Tim trails off. The phone falls to ground and lands with the camera face-down, the screen going dark. [14:31] Tim: “...No, no, no, this... this can’t be... this...” Tim falls silent. Nothing is heard in the background. [15:43] Tim picks up the phone and runs. ~*~        

        Towards the very end of Marble Hornets, Tim and Jay got their hands on an address that led them to a college. Only one video actually showing the college was published online, Entry 79. The next entry—Entry 80—was Tim’s little speech about how everyone died, meaning Jay almost definitely died there.        And now Tim and I were on our way there ourselves in search of our next clue.         “Where’s Alex? Where’re you keeping him?“        I frowned slightly as I watched the video of Jay running up a set of stairs, his voice audible off screen. To help refresh my memory about the college

        “Sorry, (Stuffed Animal).”        Clutching (favorite stuffed animal) to my chest in a tight hug, I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek against the (color) fake fur on its head, trying to memorize its texture against my bare skin. Eventually I opened my eyes and stared into its (color) eyes, a dull gleam reflected in the (glass/fabric) from the moonlight outside my window.        “I wish I had room for you, but I don’t... I’m sorry.” Gingerly placing it on my bed near the pillow, I carefully positioned its (paw/hand/foot/appendage) over the piece of paper already resting on my bedspread, neatly f

        To upload or not to upload—that seemed to be the latest question.        “To be honest, Jay never did give me a good reason about why he uploaded all those videos online,” Tim commented as we sat as our laptops watching more footage. “I mean, I can kind of get why he did it at first, but as it went on, well... It kinda seems like the only point was to keep the ‘fans’ updated on everything that was going on.”        “Well, it was a good way to keep tabs on everyone,” I remarked, pausing the video I was watching. “Easy way to archive everything and make sure you don’t

"Maskyyyyyyyyyyy," I whined while wrapping my arms around his neck. His body tensed before slowly relaxing. "Yes (y/n)?" I pouted at him before pulling him onto the couch which made him tense again. "I'm bored and lonely!" He chuckled softly before gently prying himself away from me. "I'm sorry I can't help you with that, (y/n). Hoodie and Toby are waiting for me outside." I huffed and glowered at him while he exited the mansion. Well there goes my source of entertainment! Another whine left me which caught E.J.'s attention as he was walking towards the kitchen. "Something wrong?" "Masky left for a mission and took Toby and Hoodie so now I c

        When morning rolled around, Tim didn’t bother relocating his laptop to my room. Shortly after I woke up, I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see him standing there with a plastic bag filled with memory cards, but rather than that my attention instead instantly focused on his face. Heavy bags hung under his brown eyes, his features looking heavily drawn and worn with a sort of empty, tired expression.         “Are you okay?” I asked, immediately concerned. “You look awful...” He just shrugged, his expression barely changing.        “Didn’t sleep that well,” he muttered. ̶