20 Days After
Alex's Story
WhY?
The word is written messily in marker, with the color of putrid blood. The letters are sprawled out wide, diagonally across a sheet of typical printer paper. As much as I wish that I could talk to Him in person, this is the only way I can correspond.
Why?
It's a silly, one-syllable word that feels funny on my tongue, but it's enough to ask, I guess.
Why?
Yes, why? What's the point of 'Marble Hornets' anyway? It's a dumb, bullshit film, and I think Jay knows that. Heck, everyone knows that by now.
Why?
Yeah, I'll admit it's a bullshit excuse too. Really? A film project? I can't believe all of them bought it.
Why?
Speaking of which, it brings up the bigger question, the one that goes without saying. I sigh after I finish the message, and tape it onto the back door of my apartment, the one that leads into the porch right on the edge of the forest. It's the one that He roams in.
Why?
I check my cell phone, expecting a text from Amy by now, but I only end up seeing a blank inventory. I'm glad that I managed to bargain with Him to leave her out of this mess. Then again, you can never really trust an Operator.
Why?
For a reason that defies explanation, I somehow feel his presence that night as I go to bed, like he's watching me at that very moment. There's no one here, of course, or at least that's what the light of the dim, on-the-cheap, nearly-burned out bulb in my lamp claims. Of course, the lamp is lying.
The next morning, I end up finding His answer staring me in the face. The paper is now taped to the bottom of my bed, somehow.
He's moved it, probably to get my attention.
…but, I've taught myself to get used to this sort of thing, long, long ago. He likes to be showy, to get in my face when possible. If there's anything this damn town has taught me by now, it's that no one can be trusted. Speaking of which, His answer has already arrived, which has unsettled me. It's not the handwriting, which written exactly the same way with the messy, desperate scrawl of a blood-red marker. Rather, it's the wording.
yOu already knOw, dOn't yOu?
Author's Note: Well, here's my first forray into much darker fanfiction. I intend for Days to be a prequel to Marble Hornets, sort of like the goings-on during the filming of the original movie during the summer of 2006. Eventually, it'll explain what happened to the rest of the crew and set up the story for the main plotline.
To be honest, this was a result of getting tired of writing reaping chapters for the Element Games (found on my profile page) (they're the most boring part!), but this'll probably end up being a lower-priority project, so don't be surprised if it goes on an occasional hiatus.