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[ surge findings #6.5 ]
i’ve been pretty torn between work and a few other things ( usual nonsense aside. ) so i haven’t had a lot of time to post my findings. trust me when i say they’re coming though.
i guess they’re not even really my findings, raine is doing all the work i’m just posting it to try and get a better idea from others.
audio logs feel like they’re taking us in circles, mostly bickering or things we can barely hear, let alone make sense of. he DID however find a book published in the 90’s labelled ‘The Surge Files’ by an anonymous author. since when can authors be anonymous? regardless, it’s 100% related.
it’s too lengthy for my liking, not that i’ve really got the time to read it. raine’s gonna get on that for me, which is much appreciated.
after skimming it, he mentioned something about byproducts? side effects? don’t remember much, the call was a few nights ago now. something something uploading consciousness something something remote control?? i don’t know.
i’ll get around to asking him what he found. eventually.
for now, i have work in the morning. deuces.
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[ surge findings #6 ]
raine has found something new once again through advanced searching. god, i love him. he’s so clever.
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[ surge findings #5 ]
maybe i was wrong to be looking at the most recent entries in the surge corporation files. while i was looking at files from 12 months or less before the incident, files closer to the beginning of the company’s growth are proving more informative. the following log takes place during late june of 1984, after ‘spector’ had joined the company.
( Audio log begins. )
Spector : “June….some fucking date, I don’t know. It’s about 2am, I’m just recording this so I…..can remember where I’m, roughly. I’ve been without a job for….( Sharp inhale. ) two weeks now. ‘nd I can’t really see myself being hired anywhere else anytime soon considering the state of my arms….( chuckle ) not— not a great look for any company. Surge might’ve had a point there.”
( A long silence, interrupted briefly by the sound of liquid pouring, soft drinking sounds and then a glass being sat on a hard surface. )
“Fucked up he didn’t back me up, y’know…..? I mean, sure, I was the one that screwed up, I was gonna- ( Strained noise. ) I was gonna get photos of the thing before it grabbed me…..and if Clover wasn’t there, I would’ve died, for sure. Been…..eaten? Probably. ( Chuckle. ) But he would’ve seen it. He could’ve….told him, stuck up for me a little, told Surge what really happened instead of standing by with his head down while I get called all sorts of shit….I mean, come on, not a single word in my defence? After working so closely together? Fuck him…” ( Frustrated sigh, followed by a deep but notably shaken breath. )
“Maybe Surge was right…..not about everything, no way in hell, but….maybe he was right in calling me a bad omen…..who’s gonna take a paranormal detective company seriously when there’s only one employee who actually believes in that shit and he—…he can’t even…..( Strained noise, followed by a murmur of “‘m gonna be sick..” )
( A long silence ended with a shaky exhale. )
“Evelyn freaked out when he heard what happened…..he believed me. He might as well have worked with me on the case instead of Clover, y’know….would’ve pulled me out of there faster, probably….I could’ve….gotten him a job…..he’d love it…..couldn’t let him get hurt though. Clover can’t get hurt…..fuckin…asshole.” ( Incoherent grumbling, murmurs of a latin phrase ; “credere est videre.” followed by more unintelligible, somewhat childish mumbles. )
“Sick of being treated like….” ( A long pause with occasional incoherent mumbling, more pouring, more drinking and the clink of the glass again. )
“Some stupid fucking kid…..tryna treat me like I did this to myself, like I’m some edgy teen, I’m an adult, i’m a FUCKING-“
( The sound of glass shattering precedes an abrupt audio cut, knocking on the door can be heard getting more harsh by the minute, silence otherwise as the audio cuts in and out. )
Clover : “Spector! Spector, jesus christ man, what the fuck have you done to yourself?”
Spector : “Get…away from me-“
Clover : “Is that blood? Hooooly shit, you’re bleeding. Let me see.”
Spector : “No..”
Clover : “Give me your hand-“
Spector : “No!”
( A sound of impact, likely a weak impact punch, follows with a cut in the audio. Now soft sniffling and a choked up voice can be heard. )
Spector : “I didn’t mean it.”
Clover : “I know. It’s okay.”
Spector : “It’s not okay. Now you’re- you’re bleeding too.”
Clover : “It doesn’t matter, alright? Just stay still.”
Spector : “Why….why are you here?”
Clover : “……..We can talk about it in the morning.”
Spector : “Talk abou- ou- ough god-“
( Loud, fast shuffling cuts abruptly to the sounds of vomiting, fabric rustles gently and soft reassurances from Clover can be heard in the midst. This cuts again into a more peaceful sounding scenario. )
Spector : “I still…..feel gross..”
Clover : “Considering how much you drank, I’m not surprised.”
Spector : “Mm……do I need to lay like this?”
Clover : “Keeping the upper half of your body at least a little elevated will help with the nausea.”
Spector : “I meant….m…more so the whole….”
Clover : “I can replace my leg with a pillow? I didn’t really want to leave you to go grab one, though. Just in-case.”
Spector : “……No…..No, this is fine….”
( One last apparent audio cut. )
Spector : “You’re not….gonna…..?”
Clover : “I’ll stay. I can set up in the living room, so if you need me you can just call out, okay?”
Spector : “…..”
Clover : “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Spector : “I don’t want….to….to be alone.”
( Clover exhales deeply. )
Clover : “I don’t know-“
Spector : “Don’t you think you….owe…me?”
( What could be perceived as a tense silence is interrupted by soft chuckles between the two. )
Clover : “Alright…”
( The sound of fabric rustling once more. )
Spector : “You’re not gonna….get….under?”
Clover : “And risk being a blanket hog during the night? No way, man.”
Spector : “Oh….what a- a gentleman.”
( More soft chuckles between the two followed by a short period of silence. A soft noise. Presumably, a kiss. )
Clover : “….S….Spec-?”
Spector : “I’m sorry, I- fuck….I’m sorry, man. I’m not…not thinking straight.”
( An awkward chuckle, Clover attempts to speak again but Spector dismisses it. Soon after this, the two say goodnight to each-other and there’s three hours of silence before presumably, the recording device dies and the audio log ends. )
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a surprisingly nice little interview. you’re welcome back in australia anytime, scott.
About a month ago, I took a trip to Australia and met up with Ted while he was in the ward. I, against the instruction of the staff, recorded our interaction, but the audio was completely garbled. Gibberish to anyone but Ted and I, probably. Don’t use a spy pen from a happy meal if you plan to actually hear it back. Luckily, with my supreme memory assisted by what little I could hear, I was able to write out this thing. I guess transcribing audio logs is all tumblr’s good for? I wasn’t going to post it, but Ted was right, someone can probably make use of anything. So here, if this connects any dots, use it.
[Clicking sound, audio starts. Bitcrushed throughout, with intermittent loud plasticky sounds.]
Ted: Uh.
Me: Hi. Scott, um, karvingwood. Scott Kulver. I decoded the shit on the blog.
Ted: Right, right.. You- you’re American, though. How did you-?
Me: It was an expensive flight. Can I ask you some questions?
Ted: [pause, slightly incredulous huff] Slow down, I think I have some questions first? How did you find me? Why did you find me?
Me: Oh, easy, I asked the Star person on your tumblr. I needed to talk to you, so if I could just?- [the ‘wub wub’ sound paper makes when you flap it]
Ted: Fine, get on with it.
Me: Thanks. So, firstly- [pause, reading from notes I had] … Um, in ‘January’, the video doesn’t glitch when [hesitation] the Tall Guy’s around. What’s up with that?
Ted: I cou-
Me: Talk into the pen please.
Ted: Is that a mic-? ..eh, okay. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t edit the video. Mmmaybe it had something to do with Virus? That was the first time I’d filmed meeting Him with the mask on. Maybe it interfered, or He just chose not to corrupt it.. Who knows.
Me: Okay, cool. Speaking of Virus, what is it like wearing, uh, him?
Ted: Like a buff in a video game. Invincibility or immunity or something. I don’t get tired, I don’t need to eat, I can be in His presence without feeling sick. It catches up when I take it off, but..
Me: When orr where did you get it?
[six seconds of silence]
Me: Oookay. New line of questions. When did you start seeing Ezra?
Ted: I was 18, so, uh.. God, must’ve been 2022? Early in the year. Kit recommended I ask to see her when I was getting diagnosed with depression. Said she was a great listener, stopped listening when they turned 20, for some reason, so they stopped going. Always felt like there might’ve been more to it. I wasn’t having the same issues, so I just.. kept seeing her.
Me: Kit.. I like the Murphys. Nice ride over.
Ted: Wh- you met them?
Me: Oh, yeah, Kit drove me here. Might see Freyja tonight. We saw a cat on the way, cute black one with just the biggest moon eyes. Reminded me of your little lady. Anyways,-
[quiet huff/sigh noise from Ted]
Me: -speaking of Ezra, [gesturing at arm] what’s the symbol been doing for you?
Ted: Fuck all, as far as I’m concerned. He shows up more frequently than I remember, but that’s probably just because the.. Yknow. Things keep on dropping. He’s like a vulture, just… showing up when something dies to take it.
Me: Mm. And your arm, how is it? Healing up?
Ted: It’s.. fine, I guess. The nurses replaced the bandages to make sure it can heal properly.
Me: Sick, good. That’d be a sweetass scar, but yknow. So the staff’s been treating you fine, I take it.
Ted: There’s a group of nurses I really don’t vibe with, but they keep their distance if I’m not alone.
Me: Makes sense. So, um, on the subject of bodies. [voice lowers] How did you start with the sacrifices?
Ted: [sound of chair scooting back] Jesus christ, say that any louder?
Me: Sorry.
Ted: [voice also lowers] …Look, I’m not going to give you advice on culty killing sprees or anything. The first one was an accident. Kind of. A bird. Swung at it, killed it, and when I found it in my suitcase of all places.. I offered it up, and He sure as shit showed up to take it.
Me: Mm. Has He showed up at all while you’ve been here?
Ted: Yeah, a few times. A few patients, uh.. [lowering voice again] A few nurses have died since I’ve been here. Not my work, I swear to god, but He’s taking them like they’re more sacrifices. Lucky me. There, um.. Three of them. Clearly not natural causes, either. One’s head was caved in, one had their throat slit, and.. And one was bleeding from the face. Something isn’t right here but if I can keep my head down I can get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is to end up like them.
Me: I’d break you out if I could. [soft laugh]. Well, thanks for, um, your honesty. [chair scooting back sound] It was nice to meet you, Ted! [sound of notebook closing] I’m sure we’ll be-
[clicking sound, audio end]
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[ surge findings #4 ]
a brief update is that i’m back. i’ve spoken to kit and star since returning and everything is okay with them, rest assured. star had just been a bit busy with his own stuff to be posting much on the blog and kit wasn’t used to the mask the way i am. everyone is safe, and i’m taking the reins once again to hopefully really crack down on some slender “lore.” still endlessly interesting to me that someone seems to share a last name with me despite the fact i don’t think i have any known relatives who were my age in the 80’s.
to my knowledge, this audio file takes place a month after the last, with no entries between.
( audio log begins. )
Evelyn : “Another coffee?”
Spector : “Nooo, no, I’m good.”
Evelyn : “Really? Because it looks to me like you’re falling asleep.”
Spector : “Who, me? At the early hour of…..3AM?”
Evelyn : “Witching hour, y’know. That’s when all the weird shit hangs around.”
Spector : “That explains why it’s the two of us here, then.”
Evelyn : “You sound almost bummed out about that. Like you’d prefer Clover or something.” ( a chuckle. )
Spector : “……”
Evelyn : “……He still hasn’t seen you?”
Spector : “Well, if I left someone sitting in the nuthouse for a month without visiting a single time, I guess I’d be hesitant to sit night shift with them too.”
Evelyn : “I understand why you’re upset with him, but the nurses were weirdly insistent you weren’t up to having guests.”
Spector : ( a quiet scoff. ) “According to who? Clover?”
Evelyn : “Well, yeah-“
Spector : “Bastard.”
Evelyn : “What?”
Spector : “Well, the nurses told me that I could leave anytime, as long as someone came to collect me. If i was released into their care.”
Evelyn : “Clover never…..he didn’t mention….really?”
Spector : “Maybe I will have another coffee.”
Evelyn : “Specs, I would’ve-“
Spector : “Ev, let’s just drop it, alright? I’m out now. I’m fine I’m just outta practice, y’know?”
Evelyn : ( a quiet hum of acknowledgement. )
Spector : “This job would be so much easier if I could pull some more weight on my own. Be some kinda superhuman. If i didn’t get tired, didn’t need to eat or drink, y’know what I mean?”
Evelyn : ( a soft chuckle. ) “Like what? A security bot or something?”
Spector : “Just like that. Just have somewhere to plug me in, keep me charged up.”
( laughter between the two. )
Evelyn : ( amidst laughter ) “Yeah, sure, let me whip you something up.”
Spector : ( laughter dissolves into chuckles. ) “Hey, you did say you were looking for a new project. Plus, you’re the tech guy. If anyone can do it-“
Evelyn : “Oh…man, I dunno-“
Spector : “Would you try?”
Evelyn : “I mean, I guess, but I don’t know how realistic that sorta thing is. It’s a real ambitious project.”
Spector : “That’s not a no.”
Evelyn : “Specs-“
Spector : ( the sound of a chair rolling against the floor. ) “Pleeeeease?”
Evelyn : ( giggling ) “Dude.”
Spector : “For meeeee? Make me a cool robot pleeeease?”
Evelyn : “Jeez- fine! Fine, dude, just get outta here.”
Spector : “Atta girl!” ( laughter, followed by soft kisses. )
Evelyn : “Boundaries, man.” ( chuckling. ) “How would I even do it, anyways?”
Spector : ( chair rolling recedes. ) “You’re the tech guy, you work it out.”
Evelyn : “And what do I get out of this?”
Spector : “Besides my undying love and gratitude? I’ll be your guinea pig at any given stage for any future projects, I’ll pay you the same amount but force you to camp out nights here with me less and I’ll buy you tacos for dinner whenever you want them.”
Evelyn : “Tacos from….?”
Spector : “Place down the road.”
Evelyn : “The convenience store?”
Spector : “Only the best for you, my love.”
Evelyn : “Alright, alright, fine. But you’re paying for whatever parts we need.”
Spector : “We have a deal.”
( audio log ends. )
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I don’t know what else to do, I’m so fucking confused and scared right now I need help from literally wherever I can get it at this point.
Teddy got me to look after the mask for him while he’s away and I’ve been doing that the way he asked. Kinda. He told me not to wear it but I got curious and I was stupid so I wore it and I remember nothing from when it took control. I hate that feeling, I hate having literally no control over my own body, but it’s like it was drawing me back in or something, so I wore it again. Nothing from that time either but it spoke to my sister that time. It pretended it was me. It’s been leaving bones in my room too, like animal bones, I don’t know from what but it’s been killing things in my fucking body. I’ve woken up covered in blood twice. How often does that happen to Ted? Is he really okay just giving up full control like that? The only good thing it’s done for me is leave me logged into this account so I can at least try and get some sort of answers to this shit.
I was calling the hospital to try and get hold of Ted, but the nurses said he wasn’t in a state to take calls and denied me visitation on the 13th like I’d originally planned for. Ted was too busy with the nurses apparently?? But when I visited because of some American friend of his visiting too, Ted told me he waited all day for me on the 13th and that the nurses never told him about any calls from anyone.
He gets out tomorrow, Freyja is picking him up. I didn’t want to leave him in there longer than my visit but they wouldn’t let me take him home because his “condition had worsened” or some shit.
Now the mask that I’d refused to wear again started freaking out and randomly flashing. I managed to record some of it, and after what’s shown in the video it stopped completely. The audio got cut but it was clicking, kind of like a clock.
It hasn’t done anything since, and when I put it on, nothing happened either. It won’t activate. I cant get a hold of Raine, I don’t know what to do. This is a mess because I’m a mess, I need answers but Ted can’t give them to me and people like Nik and Raine either don’t know or wont tell me. I’m stuck and I’m scared and I really hate not having any control or power here.
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it’s been a little while since i’ve posted here myself because i’ve been busy writing transcripts and searching files. but kit got in contact with me a few hours ago. we rarely speak, we’ve interacted maybe a total one once, but they know i’ve taken over a few of teds accounts in his absence. they told me they didn’t know who else to speak to.
they don’t remember anything from last night and can’t get in touch with freyja?? looking back on the posts virus made, it’s clear as to why. i’m
confused, personally though. teds mentioned not having significant memory gaps before, that he and virus share control and can be co-conscious in some way. i really don’t understand why that would be different just because it’s a different host.
i looked further into the hospital ted is staying at ( which some kid, friend of teds, asked me for not too long ago? ) and apparently patients are allowed to keep their phones and have contact with the outside, free wifi and everything. either a ) ted wasn’t made aware of this/was told otherwise
or b ) he never really left at all. he may just be ignoring ,,,, everyone? i don’t know.
i’ll be kinda pissed at the guy if that’s the case but i guess i only have to wait just under two weeks to grill him on that.
hopefully freyja comes back with some better news, assuming she’s visiting him now. i’m gonna get back to the transcripts. and try and get one up by tomorrow night.
- ★
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They’re restless as a host. Just like the first I was “given.”
Hesitance was understandable, they hate not being able to remember. They need control, and yet, they tried again. Usually curiosity would kill the cat, but I understand if I put them in harms way, destruction will be imminent. He told me so.
He truly is the only host thus far to communicate with me. Properly, anyways.
This host has given me access to him. Kit may not drive the distance to see him of their own free will, and I would never dream of leaving them hours from home ( unless the situation required. ), but a solution has presented itself in the form of Freyja.
Oblivion and omission go hand in hand. It’s for the best someone checks in on him.
A favour between sisters. A tale logged by the same hands as the first.
-Kit.
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A new host comes with new adaptations for both of us.
Their practices may differ from his in quite a severe manner, though it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. ‘My’ Murphy was the same.
Their loyalty knows no bounds, crossing criminal territory in the name of what I’ve come to recognise as friendship. Companionship, even. My rightful host may have been sent somewhere much more permanent had they not done what they did.
I briefly considered bringing them with us when we return for investigation. But they’ve done enough for him now.
They’re much less content to give up full control, or even share it with me. They’re fond of their autonomy. A feature I’m not used to seeing within my hosts.
Though they won’t remember, the hands writing this message will sign it the same.
— Kit
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[ surge findings #3 ]
i noticed that ted only ever got around to posting one transcript before he left. some searching and skimming through his findings has lead me to an audio file that i believe follows the one he posted directly.
i also noticed someone was kind enough to help him solve some coding. using context clues, plus what scott has provided, i’ve labelled the voices heard within the audio accordingly.
— ★
TRANSCRIPT #2
Clover : “-don’t even know that it’s fucking recording ( mumbling, then a sigh ) 4:30pm. Roughly that, anyways. You left your audio recorder, whatever, with me. I don’t think you left it on purpose, you were in a rush. E never showed up to work, so I’m assuming you were serious about taking him with you to the scene….I’m driving over there as I record this. I know this guy is always talking about monsters and…creatures, all that stuff you’re into, that we specialise in, but this time feels different.”
[ a long pause, no glitching present, just the sound of the car being driven along a quiet road. ]
Clover : “Eight hours is a long time to be on an investigation. Especially when the location is barely a fifteen minute drive from home base….I’m on my way there now to speak with Ro-“ [ audio distorts ] “-chances are if you’re not there, he’ll know where you are.”
[ audio cuts abruptly ]
Clover : “What? Slow down-“
??? : “It was hiding, right back in the corner! And- And he didn’t believe me, so he reached his hands back and ohmylord, there was so much blood, I’d be surprised if he kept his left arm, it was bad-“
Clover : “Who are you talking about?”
??? : “Your partner! The tall one with the glasses!”
Clover : “He got hurt?”
??? : “Ambulance took him away a few hours ago. They took a while to get here. His friend patched him up-“
Clover : “Evelyn?”
??? : “I guess? Point is, he wasn’t conscious when he was picked up. And I haven’t heard nothin’ since.”
Clover : “Which hospital?”
??? : “Saint Alf-“
[ audio cuts again ]
Clover : “You should’ve called me!”
Evelyn : “Will you keep your voice down?”
Clover : “What, you were just gonna keep this a secret? For how long? Until he got out?”
Evelyn : “I had other priorities, alright? I’m his roommate, you’re-“
Clover : “I’m his friend.”
Evelyn : “You’re his coworker. If you were his friend you would’ve been there with him.”
Clover : “……”
[ audio cut ]
Evelyn : “He’d be lucky to keep it.”
Clover : “What did it?”
Evelyn : “You’d call it a feral dog.”
Clover : “What would you call it?”
Evelyn : “…..We call it the rake.”
[ recording ends ]
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— new owner introduction.
hihi! keeping this brief to ensure people actually read it ( and i don’t get too carried away. ), i just wanted to throw a post out there so people who may not be caught up are alerted to the current situation. i’m a friend of ted’s, and he’s entrusted me with posting any and all research related to surge corporation while he’s in the hospital. chances are when he gets out, he’ll take the reins again, but for the next month, i’ll be the sole poster on this account.
though i’m not the best at quick responses, don’t hesitate to reach out, i’ll answer what i can, as best i can, the second i see it. i may even look into others with similar situations in the meantime, pick up where ted left off until he gets back.
- ★
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i don’t think i ever in a million years would’ve worked any of this out. god i’m lucky someone clever found this post.
thank you, scott. great help.
[ SURGE FINDINGS #2 ]
january 30th.
not a whole lot to update here as i’m still writing out audio transcripts. but amidst the audio files, i did find a pdf i can’t make any sense of. just a bunch of random letters and numbers if you ask me, but maybe it means something to someone else.
the file was named MECHS.pdf
6.10.79/3/12/15/22/5/18(26-36)-4341505441494E
5.20.84/19/16/5/3/20/15/18(20-25)-534F55524345
5.8.85/5/22/5/12/25/14(19-23)-43524541544F52
9.15.86/13/21/18/16/8/25(23-26)-5749544348
7.22.87/8/21/14/20/5/18(18-20)-54524149544F52
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maybe i’ve been less than truthful.
but it was all in the name Of self preservatioN, i don’t think that makEs me a bad guy by any Means. i did what i had to dO.
Now that they know, it mighT’ve been all for notHing.
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[ SURGE FINDINGS #2 ]
january 30th.
not a whole lot to update here as i’m still writing out audio transcripts. but amidst the audio files, i did find a pdf i can’t make any sense of. just a bunch of random letters and numbers if you ask me, but maybe it means something to someone else.
the file was named MECHS.pdf
6.10.79/3/12/15/22/5/18(26-36)-4341505441494E
5.20.84/19/16/5/3/20/15/18(20-25)-534F55524345
5.8.85/5/22/5/12/25/14(19-23)-43524541544F52
9.15.86/13/21/18/16/8/25(23-26)-5749544348
7.22.87/8/21/14/20/5/18(18-20)-54524149544F52
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[ SURGE FINDINGS #1 ]
january 29th.
extensive research over the last few days into ‘surge corp’ has lead me next to nowhere. i found an old website, nothing on it besides a whole heap of unnamed audio files. i’ve tried editing them down to post here, but my editing software has crashed enough times for me to give up on that entirely.
i’ll be writing out transcripts for some of the files until i can get my tech to cooperate with me. the “names” ( letter aliases ) used are my best guesses, using context clues.
TRANSCRIPT #1
S : “October 7th, 1985, 8:02am. I got about two hours of sleep, if I’m being generous. I’m starting to think there’s only so many times you can be called to investigate an alleged ‘rabid, human-dog hybrid’ before you suggest people start taking their meds.”
C : “Someone’s hypocritical. So early, too.”
S : “Shit- ….’s that mine? Thanks, man.”
C : “Sure. Are you making one of those audio…things, again?”
S : “Such a way with words.”
[ noise of gentle impact ]
S : “Yes, I’m making another audio log.”
C : “Been helping your memory?”
S : “More or less. It also helps for future reference, y’know? People wanna investigate this sorta stuff themselves…”
C : “And waste their time?”
S : “I don’t think it’s a waste and you know that. If it does exist, if that dog-“
[ audio distortion, lasting just over three minutes ]
C : “Keeps your brain sharp?”
S : “Sure does. Never done a crossw-?”
C : “You’re twenty one!” [ laughter ] “If you need to keep your brain sharp, what hope does that give me?”
S : “At your old, decrepit age?”
C : “I’m thirty t-“
S : “Slim to none.”
C : “Wow.”
S : [ chuckling ] “You could always do the sudoku on the back page. I never touch those.”
C : “I think I’d have a better shot finishing your crossword.”
[ phone ringing ]
S : “Be my guest. Duty calls.”
C : “So early, too.”
S : “Said it yourself,” ( faintly : “that’s when crazy works best.” ) “Good morning, you’ve reached Surge Corporation.”
[ audio cuts for twelve seconds ]
S : “-try your best to……..inside? You’re sure it’s……?”
[ approaching footsteps ]
C : ( faintly : “What is it?” )
S : “Just remain hidden and stay calm. We’re on our way now. Do not move. I- …yes, I promise, just don’t move, okay? Do you understand me?”
[ rustling ]
[ another audio cut, lasting fifteen seconds ]
C : “I told you, he’s not well.”
S : “And I told YOU that you don’t have to come with me.”
C : “You’re just gonna go alone?”
S : “You don’t think there’s any danger, why shouldn’t I?”
C : “What if he hurts you? What if he-?”
[ audio buffers loudly for twenty two seconds before returning to normal volume ]
C : “-kills you?”
S : “You’re being ridiculous, Cl-“
[ audio jumps ]
S : “I’ll take-“
[ another audio cut lasting five seconds. ]
S : “You know his address.”
C : “Number-“
[ door slam ]
C : “…..eighteen.” [ sigh ] “…….and he left his stupid fucking recor-“
[ recording ends ]
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[ LOG #2 ]
january 27th.
my friend and i finally got around to speaking about the company that might have produced the mask. it’s a good thing i’d sent them pictures of it before the asshole took it.
it was a long call. long for someone who hasn’t really done much speaking recently, anyways. an hour. an hour in which i was supposed to be taking notes so i’d remember everything they said.
i was supposed to use a notebook, as nik has been keeping close tabs on my phone and such while putting together their own new video for the channel.
surprise to nobody, i took very few, very minimal notes. i wasn’t very good in school, hence me dropping out. also to nobody’s surprise, considering my current situation.
but i digress.
attached are the notes i DID take, which happens to be all i remember anyways. drinking so much before a call like that was a dumbass move on my behalf, but i’ll be sure to post any further findings on the so called ‘surge corporation’ if anything interesting comes up.
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[ LOG #1 ]
january 23rd.
i needed somewhere to compile my thoughts, seeing as i’m currently on ‘slenderman sabbatical’ according to nik and tim. i’m not allowed to post videos, or research slenderman, but they never said i couldn’t make a blog and research things adjacent to slender. ( that’s my justification anyways. )
they’ve both been keeping a close eye on me, especially when i first woke up. they tell me it’s because they don’t want me to go hurting myself or someone else again anytime soon. i think they’re paranoid, but maybe throwing that word around so loosely makes me a hypocrite.
i left the house for the first time in a week just last night. my brothers were eager for me to go. probably because i’d spent the last five days arguing with them nonstop, right for, the moment i woke up. maybe they needed the break.
i guess it also helped that they knew i wouldn’t be alone. kit, freyja and larry were all present, all night. first dinner, then bowling, then the arcade.
not once when we were out did i think about it. any of it. besides readjusting my sleeve a few times to ensure the bandages weren’t seen, i had a stress and worry free night. i ate good food, had fun and made plans for future getaways.
i didn’t think of slenderman. or the mask. or the fact that it’s missing. or the symbol. or ezra and what i did to her.
….
maybe i’m a little less carefree now.
i thought that without the mask, things would hit the fan and fast.
when i went to sleep on january 15th, i expected not to wake up again. and when i did wake up, the night of january 17th, in a dark room, i momentarily worried i’d stepped into some awful ‘afterlife’, if you can even call it that. i thought maybe all of those “i was legally dead, nothing follows!” stories were true. but soon the sound of the fan blaring in my face bought me back to my senses. i stood on legs that hadn’t walked in 48 hours and found my way to the door.
nik was ordering dinner when we came face to face. they didn’t seem to relieved to see me up and at ‘em, but i guess i had just put them through a really stressful couple of days.
tim came out of his room shortly afterwards. we ate, we talked. they set out the rules. they wanted me to take a break for at least a month from all of the research i was doing, the videos, all of the reaching out to others, said if i didn’t notice any changes in my mental state, i could get right back into things. i tried telling them that was too long, but they wouldn’t hear it.
“or what?” was a question i shouldn’t have asked. the ‘or what’ is that if they see any activity besides their own on my twitter or youtube accounts, they’d report me.
“to who?” is the question i didn’t ask. psych ward, prison, i didn’t wanna know. we left the conversation at that.
a friend of mine reached out over discord this morning, told me they may have found the company that produced the mask. we’re talking more about it some time over the next few days, and i’ll post whatever updates i find here.
god knows i have nothing better to do.
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