[[Warnings for character death and major Marble Hornets spoilers.]]
Finally retreating from the metaphorical smoldering wreckage that used to be a movie night, Jay reaches his room and snaps the door shut behind him.
The world flickers like burnt film on an old projector, and the wood of the door warps and cracks. He steps into Benedict Hall, with its peeling paint and crumbling walls and dirty windows and leaning stacks of desks piled high against the walls. There's a familiar weight in his hand--his old camera, a half-used tape spinning away inside. He tilts his head (tilts the camera) to better read the block lettering on the door: "PHOTOGRAPHIC STUDIO AND DARKROOM". Muffling a cough, he peers inside. Where's Alex?
Oh god, where's Alex?
There are footsteps above him, and he has to get out, now.It can't happen again. He won't let it happen again. Jay breaks into a sprint, and he knows his cover's blown, but maybe if he's faster this time, maybe he won't--
Something catches his ankle, the half-rusted leg of a broken desk lying on its side. He trips, skids across dust and concrete and insulation, and he feels something snap, feels a sharp spike of agony shoot up his leg, but he has to get up, he has to--
Alex Kralie rounds the corner.
Jay struggles to his feet.
Alex raises one hand.
Jay turns to run.
Alex fires, and a bullet punches through Jay's back, snapping his spine.
Jay falls. Alex draws closer, raises his hand to fire again, but something stops him. The air hums discordantly and then splits, allowing a pale, thin form to step through. It retrieves the body.
The tape skips.
Jay Merrick, whole and alive, stumbles back through the door, back into the warm light of the mansion, and bolts.
[[If anyone wants to come see and/or interact with Jay's final moments, here's the thread to do it. The Jay you'll meet won't be the real one, but the one from the memory. The version in this thread was a modification of the original scene. For the original scene, click here.]]
ota | floor 4, room 4
Finally retreating from the metaphorical smoldering wreckage that used to be a movie night, Jay reaches his room and snaps the door shut behind him.
The world flickers like burnt film on an old projector, and the wood of the door warps and cracks. He steps into Benedict Hall, with its peeling paint and crumbling walls and dirty windows and leaning stacks of desks piled high against the walls. There's a familiar weight in his hand--his old camera, a half-used tape spinning away inside. He tilts his head (tilts the camera) to better read the block lettering on the door: "PHOTOGRAPHIC STUDIO AND DARKROOM". Muffling a cough, he peers inside. Where's Alex?
Oh god, where's Alex?
There are footsteps above him, and he has to get out, now. It can't happen again. He won't let it happen again. Jay breaks into a sprint, and he knows his cover's blown, but maybe if he's faster this time, maybe he won't--
Something catches his ankle, the half-rusted leg of a broken desk lying on its side. He trips, skids across dust and concrete and insulation, and he feels something snap, feels a sharp spike of agony shoot up his leg, but he has to get up, he has to--
Alex Kralie rounds the corner.
Jay struggles to his feet.
Alex raises one hand.
Jay turns to run.
Alex fires, and a bullet punches through Jay's back, snapping his spine.
Jay falls. Alex draws closer, raises his hand to fire again, but something stops him. The air hums discordantly and then splits, allowing a pale, thin form to step through. It retrieves the body.
The tape skips.
Jay Merrick, whole and alive, stumbles back through the door, back into the warm light of the mansion, and bolts.
[[If anyone wants to come see and/or interact with Jay's final moments, here's the thread to do it. The Jay you'll meet won't be the real one, but the one from the memory. The version in this thread was a modification of the original scene. For the original scene, click here.]]