it's mhficweek from septemeber 28th - october 5th! to ensure once and for all that there is, at the very least, a drabble for each pairing in this fandom, i've decided to attempt this: a 45-chapter fic for every pairing in marble hornets. characters are:
jay
tim
alex
brian
sarah
jessica
amy
hoody
masky
and the operator.
if i've missed any out, give me a shout! i should be uploading a few chapters per evening. oh, and good luck if you're writing for this, haha!
He'd remembered the tapes earlier that week.
Before Alex, he'd sat in his room all day, tweaking audio, brushing out unwanted images from footage, breaking every so often t get snacks. There was something comforting in editing pictures - it gave him great satisfaction to take out and put in whatever he wanted to. Or whatever he was told, as it was more likely to be, given that he usually did this for other people over the internet. In fact, it was almost relaxing to listen to music and smooth down the peaks. Jay would flinch whenever the sound effects were too loud, put in footsteps, spend hours and hours pouring over half a second of film to get it just right.
And although he loved it, it was lonely. So very lonely.
He'd forgotten about classes starting, and meeting bright eyed guys who loved what he did, the times when he'd closed his laptop to go out with friends. He'd forgotten about becoming fast friends with Alex, and going out for drinks, and staying in for drinks, and getting his ass handed to him in some video game.
He'd forgotten about the time when Alex gave him an alcohol-fueled victory kiss, and how they'd both dropped their controllers in shock, and how Alex's glasses had fallen down his nose a little bit.
He'd forgotten about how Alex had frowned, looking upset, then picked up his bag and told him to "just forget about it".
And he'd stumbled out of Jay's front room in a less-than-straight line, slamming the door behind him.
Jay had gone back to days of editing, not remembering to eat. Days of living off ramen and dried fruit snacks. Days of no-one else around, except for when he had to go to class.
Until the little spark of memory ignited at the back of his mind, during one of those days.
Just forget about it.
He tore through the packing tape, and picked up one of the cassettes.