The video spent a minute buffering, which was sixty seconds too long for Jay, who anxiously tapped on his legs. The video stopped buffering, opening with fifteen seconds of black screen with some sort of odd humming in the background. Jay cranked the volume on his computer to full, hoping to catch something in the sound feed. Jay jumped at the loud beep that went along with the switch in frames. Words came up, too fast for Jay to read. He made a mental note to go back and look at them later. There was more static, this time over an image of moving forest floor. The camera was moving. The static cleared away, replaced by the loud crunch of leaves. An item came into view, and Jay recognized it instantly.
Tim's mask.
It was laying on the ground among the leaves, like it had been left there.
Jay could hear the person behind the camera breathing now. Words appeared in the bottom of the screen as a gloved hand reached out and picked up the mask.
'He lies' flashed briefly onscreen
The gloves led back to the sleeve of a yellow hoody.
The video cut to a black screen once again, the odd humming filling the videos audio feed. Jay moused over the video, checking how much time was left on it. There was still about five minutes to go, and this worried Jay. Most of the videos that totheark uploaded were short. Almost all of them, anyway. Jay thought back to the video that totheark had uploaded, Entry 61. If totheark was the person in the yellow hoody, they had obviously already come into contact with Tim. Stalked him, hurt him. Jay bit his lip nervously, pausing the video before it had the chance to change from its black feed. Tim had been gone all day, and now this video had been uploaded. Was this video from today? What was Tims mask doing, abandoned on the ground? Jay could think of several possibilities as to why it would be, and none of them ended well. Where was Tim? Jay knew that he had to finish the video, but dreaded resuming it. He had a bad feeling about what it contained.
Five more seconds of black followed until it was replaced with another shot of the floor of some building, littered with broken glass and paint chips. The audio briefly picked up the sound of it crunching beneath the hooded man's feet before cutting out again, the odd hum of silence contrasting the obvious noise happening on camera. The hooded man approached a body, laying among the glass on the floor. Jay felt the panic before he really registered what he was seeing in his mind. Even though only legs and feet were visible in the frame, Jay recognized them as Tim's. The video became choppy, distorted coughing and voices breaking the silence. Tim appeared to get up now, and the hooded man dropped the camera. He and Tim struggled, but it was very apparent to Jay that Tim was physically outmatched. He looked weak, and it showed. The pair fell to the ground, the full weight of the hooded man falling forward on Tim. Jay winced as his head slammed into the concrete floor. The hooded man, back to the camera now, looked up at something off camera, a sudden noise perhaps. Tim used the distraction to his advantage, closing the space between them with his hand and yanking off the other man's mask. A horrible moment of static filled the screen before fading out, the audio distorted and blaring. But Jay did not make a move to turn the volume down, instead frozen in horror at the video now. The hooded man's body blocked the camera's view of Tim's face now, but it was obvious from his relentless movements that he was beating Tim. This dragged on for minutes, hours, ages, or if Jay had been able to check the time in the corner of the video, 15 seconds. Finally, the hooded man staggered off of Tim, snatching his mask that was apparently still clutched in Tim's hand, and stood up. He paused, putting it on before turning to face the camera again, walking towards it. The audio had returned now, silent apart from the hooded man's movements. Behind him, Tim moved turned his head to the side, moving the fingers of his right hand weakly before he appeared to either stop moving or lose consciousness altogether. The camera was picked up again and faced the ground as the hooded man left the building, crunching through the leaves to where Tim's mask had been. The gloved hand and yellow sleeve once again appeared on frame to pick up the mask, this time carrying it back to the abandoned building. The hooded man tossed the mask as Tim's unconscious form, and it landed with a plastic-like click at his side. Jay noted the blood on Tim's face just before the video cut to black. Nearly over now. Shaky, white words appeared onscreen
'Don't hide'
'Watching'
Then the video was over and Jay practically threw himself off the bed. He had a vague idea of where Tim might be. Abandoned buildings with concrete floors narrowed it down, and he had been to nearly all the abandoned buildings in the area. Something about the one Tim was in felt familiar, and Jay had a vague idea of it's location. He searched for car keys for a brief moment before realizing that Tim had taken the car. Jay had enough sense to grab a flashlight before leaving the hotel room and jogging downstairs to the parking lot. He was determined to get to Tim as he began the four mile walk to the areas surrounding Rosswood. He couldn't leave him out there alone all night.