~*~Third Person POV~*~
The sound of feet pounding down the stairs signaled a brunette, who happened to be nearly completely covered in boxes, random pieces of junk, and dust.
"Jay, what's this ?" A (h/c)-ette asked, holding out a few bags that were tied shut. They were regular Walmart bags that were caked in dust from being in an attic for months. The girl herself was covered in dirt and dust, her large glasses were streaked with dirt, and her messy bun had gotten even messier.
"I'm not sure...It does look familiar though." The brunette, otherwise known as Jay, opened one of the bags, coughing slightly when the dust began to scatter.
"They're...tapes." The younger female said, raising an eyebrow as she peered over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I got these from Alex, you know, before he moved. They're the Marble Hornets production tapes. I guess I forgot about them until now." Jay drew in a quick breath as when he finished his sentence.
"(Y/n), I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" (Y/n) shook her head, smiling a bright, yet slightly guarded smile.
"I know and it's okay. You're allowed to talk about it. I'm over him now." Jay let out a small sigh and grabbed the bags.
"I guess tonight's movie night." Jay got up and headed towards the living room, (Y/n) following.
"Okay! So, we're done for today ? If we are I'm going to take a shower." He nodded, waving his hand as he began to dump the tapes on the coffee table and go through them.
With a shrug (Y/n) bounded up the stairs and to the left. When she arrived in her room, she grabbed some comfy clothes and headed to the bathroom.
~*~Your POV~*~
I stripped, tossing my clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower before setting my clothes on the toilet seat. I hopped in the shower and let the water run over me for a few mintues. I soon began to wash my hair, this was my time to REALLY think. Lately, I'd been feeling like I was being watched. It was strange, true, but in a way, it made me feel safe. I knew it shouldn't, that I should be scared and constantly paranoid. Before I knew it, I had turned off the water and got out, stepping on the mat by the bathtub/shower. With a small sigh, I wrapped my hair in a towel and then began to dry off. I then applied cocoa butter onto myself.
I changed into an black oversized T-shirt that read, 'Boyfriend ? What is that ? Food ?', running shorts that had a purple bend over top and were black under neath, and used my extra set of pink glasses that my Aunt had given me, since my other ones were REALLY dirty. I set my regular glasses on the bathroom counter in their case, making a mental note to clean them later.
"You ready (Y/n) ?" Inquired Jay, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Yeah." I swung the door open and followed him downstairs. He was wearing a pair of blue and black flannel pajama pants and a random blue T-shirt. Our bare feet made light smacking noises as we walked on the wood.
"Are you sure you wanna watch these ? I mean, it's just, last time you know..." Jay nervously rubbed the back of his neck, looking extremely guilty.
"Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine now." I smiled reassuringly and sat on the floral patterned sofa.
"I made you coffee." He handed me the cup and sat down himself, also having a cup in hand.
"Thank you." I gratefully took a sip as I tucked my feet under his left leg, a habit I've had ever since I was little. It was also pretty chilly at the moment. I should've put warmer clothes on.
"(Y/n) ? Hello, anyone home ?" Jay lightly tapped my head, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh ?" I blinked dumbly behind the lenses of my fake glasses.
"I asked if you were comfortable enough." He motioned to the afghan that was currently wrapped around my legs. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I'm good." With a nod, he turned back to his laptop and pushed play, and the video started.
~*~Timeskip~*~
After watching multiple tapes and finding nothing really on them, we stumbled across one that had the audio either removed or disabled. This tape seemed relatively normal for the first few seconds, but soon, Alex picked up the camera, turned off his light and pulled back the curtain. He fumbled with the camera for a second before pointing it towards something that was tall, wearing a buisness suit, and completely white. From what I could see, it seemed to be lacking a face.
"What the fuck ?!" Mumbled Jay, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.
"What was that thing ?" I squinted my eyes, pushing up my glasses with my pointer. My hands were currently residing in Jay's hoodie, since I had began to get cold.
"I'm not sure..." He mumbled looking closer at it.
"Maybe it says in another tape..." He nodded and changed to a different tape.
A few more hours and a shit ton of tapes later, something strange happened again. He had been talking about walking his dog, and then seeing a strange figure under a street lamp. It appeared to be the one he saw in the one tape a little while ago.
As the tapes progressed, Alex seemed to be filming himself more. There were barely any moments from Marble Hornets, not that I was complaining. When we did stumble across one from it, I felt the urge to cry. It was Brian and Alex. They were shooting a scene for it in his car, and Alex quickly ended it.
"He was being followed..." Jay mumbled as the tape came to an end.
My breath hitched and I froze, eyes becoming saucers. What if that's what's watching me ? If that is, it doesn't give off a threatening presence, or hides it relatively well. When my heart began to beat again, it went a little to fast, and my eyes burned with unshed tears.
"(Y/n)...Come here." Jay scooped me up and placed my blanket and I in his lap, gently rocking. I gripped his T-shirt and began to cry into it.
~*~Your Stalker's POV~*~
I watched as she cried into his chest, clinging to his shirt as he rocked her side to side. Something sparked, igniting a fire of jealously within me. Scenarios of how to murder this man raced through my head. I abruptly stopped those thoughts tore myself away from the window.
'She's grown so much since the last time I saw her. Sometimes I regret not taking her with me.' I rapidly shook my head, erasing those thoughts. It's better if she didn't, it would only put her in harms way.
'She's not much better now, since HE will be after her soon.' A voice in the back of my head spoke.
'True...If it comes down to it, I'll take her and keep her safe.' I nodded agreeing with myself before getting up, and walking down the eerie street, hands in my pockets and head down so no one would see my mask.
~*~Third Person POV~*~
Not long after (Y/n)'s break down, Jay had tucked her into bed and proceeded to turn off the tape. They didn't have very many more to go through. But it was still enough that the next day, they'd most likely be there for a few hours. He shut his laptop, sighing angrily as he headed to his room. The brunette sat his laptop down on the night stand and plopped on to his bed. Thoughts of his best friend, and little sister, plagued his mind.
'She wouldn't be hurting this much if he hadn't of left her. She wouldn't have nearly died, or had to be sent away. Maybe she would've been better off not even knowing him...'These were the last of Jay's thoughts before he drifted into sleeps welcoming embrace.
Have you gone MAD ? I'm afraid so.
You're entirely BONKERS.
But I'll tell you a SECRET, ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE.
Disclaimer: We don't own Marble Hornets.