A big thank you goes out to my best friend @zylinderschneckchen , she helped me with multiple parts and without her, I would have never been able to finish this!

Also I have not beta read this so... yeah o(-(

Trigger Warnings for:

violence
Blood
Injuries
Probably derealisation (tagging it just to make sure)
Character death
(Tell me if I need to add more!)

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".̵̧̱̽̈́-̵̘̬̇.̶̧͕̒-̵͍́̐.̴͍͖̒͘-̴̛̖̖̂.̸̦̜̔̈-̶̹͕̇-̴͔̃.̷̞̹̽̑-̶̝̹͑́.̴̜̳͐-̸̞̊.̴̜͖̒̅-̴̬̟́.̴̟͑-̶̛̹.̶̻͚̅͐-̸͓͈͒̍.̷͎͚̃-̴͖͆̃.̴͓͓̋-̷̧̧̛̈́.̷̛̬̝̍.̸̢̫̾̚-̷̗̗̃͑.̶̳̾͊-̴͓̩̒̉.̶̝̥̄-̶̤̣̇.̸̣̏͋-̴͉̚.̴̖͋"

"I mean, it would be kinda cool if they were, huh? No, you're right, they're probably just some kind of fake or something."

"-̶̼͖̊̇̇-̴͙̮́̆̀-̸̨͔͆̂-̸̢̿̚-̶̟̤͚̈́͝-̷̬͚̏͊-̸͔̄-̴͚̩̅"

The box? The box looks pretty new, actually. Yeah, no. So it looks like they were just put in there. 5 years ago, I'd give it."

"-̴̮̈̓-̵̫̩͐̍͜-̷̩͓̗̔-̶͓̆̃-̵̖̌̅-̶͓̮̓͆͆-̷̜̏̚̕ͅ-̸̬̀̾̚-̸̢͎̄̅͠ͅ-̷̲͛-̶̟̲̻͊̆̄-̶̨̻͔̈́-̴͕̝͘-̷̧͑-̵͕̈́́̐-̴͎̗̍̈͠-̷̥̟̀-̶̤̙̂̿͆-̴̯̝̻͛̓̀-̷̹͘-̶̧̘͆̿̕͜-̵̡̨̛̻̾-̵͉̹͆-̵̺̃̑̎-̷͖̲̈̂̈-̶̖̃-̵͎̲̰͌-̵͈̜̌̔͑-̴̧̮͝-̵̢̗̹̈́-̸̳̫̻͊̄-̷͔̓̾͑-̵̡̘͙̎̅͑-̷̲̺̽̉͘-̷̺̥͉͂-̶̟̿̅͠-̸̗͍͖̈́̉͑-̵͓̪̤͂̾́-̴͖̫̮̔͂-̵̢̘̫̈́̎"

"Ouhhhh, yeah. No, no, there's no way."

"-̵̙͕͒̽̇-̸̢̝̱̚-̴̯̤̖̂͠-̴̗̱̥̅-̴͇̏̈́ͅ-̸̨̩͓̒-̶̥͗-̵̰̝̟͌͊̋-̴̮͒-̶̐͋͜-̷̢͒́̔͜-̵̤̍͛-̸̫̬̰̆̊̑-̷̆ͅ.̸̤̑-̴̖͕̆͝.̷̪̪͙̃̆̊-̸̩̰̩̈́.̸͎͍̪̽-̶̟̲̣̈̏͝.̵̮̩̱̚-̷̢̜̖́͆͝-̴͓͂̉-̸̩̤̝͑-̶̖͒͒͘-̴̟̹͗̾͝?"

"Well, yeah, of course I'm gonna play them. I just have to figure out how to use a cassette tape."

"-̵̰͊͗̇-̵͉̂͑-̶̱̳̈́ͅ-̵̢̔̅-̴̤͖̀̏-̵̢̨̳̆.̸͔̪͍͊͑̐-̴͉̙̿̊͝.̷̧̑-̴̺́̉͒.̶͎̎̈́̉-̷̺́̃.̶̺̞͆́-̴̖̦̭͗͑-̸͈̝͝-̸̫̟͊-̴̡̪̰͊̅̈́-̶̠͉͉̌͠"

"Yeah, I haven't used a cassette tape before."

"-̶̙̾̊̈́͜-̵̜̼̅̏́-̸̝̀.̶̥̙̑.̴̠̫̈́.̷̧̪͔͂-̷͉͎͂͑-̷̛̫͗-̴̠̾-̵̛̰̹̗̚̕-̶̛̯̺̆͌"

"That just means that I haven't- okay..."

"RANBOO?"

"Oh, hold up, one second... ....... YEAH?"

"DINNER IS READY!"

"COMING!! ...... Oh my god... Hold up, I'm gonna have to call you back"

Somewhat annoyed at having to hang up so soon, Ranboo put the receiver down on the phone and walked out of the living room into the kitchen, where his Uncle Sneeg was putting a pot of spaghetti on the table.

"Was that Tubbo?" He asked immediately when he saw his nephew, and Ranboo nodded. "Did he forget his homework again?" Sneeg asked again, this time with a grin, and filled a plate with spaghetti.

This time, however, the dark blond just shook his head and then seemed to think about something for a few seconds. "Do we have anything to play a tape on?"

"Um, yeah. I have a tape recorder somewhere. What do you need it for?"

"Mhhh, it's not that important. I need to listen to something for school. Just asking." Before Sneeg could ask any more questions, Ranboo stuffed a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth.

The older one nodded. "Sure. I'll check later." The two spent the rest of the time talking about some uninteresting things.

Thirty minutes and with a full stomach later, Ranboo was on his way to his room, a tape recorder tucked under his right arm. He closed the door and his eyes fell on a box sitting on his desk.

It was a small cardboard box he had found in the woods. It was a little dirty, but not too much. But the box itself was not what interested him so much as the contents.

He opened the box and out came three cassettes. Strangely enough, they looked much newer than the box and were very clean. Except for the spidery writing on them.

The dark blond took out the first tape and looked at it more closely. "Case #99128" was written on it. That was strange. It appeared to be a police recording, but what was a tape like this doing in a box in the woods near Ranboo's house?

He hesitated. Should he really listen to it? Was he even allowed to? But then again, what could happen? No one has to know.

Gripped by curiosity, the teen put the cassette into the recorder and pressed play.

"T̸̪̿̍͜ẖ̸̖̓̂ë̷̙́ following is a collection of evidence on c̷̤̊͘a̵̛̺̻̿š̸͉̱ē̷̘͓ number 9̷͔̆9̴̫͓͒1̷͔̊2̴̼͒8̵̘͇̈ also known as 'The Lostfield Incident'."

The Lostfield Incident? That was...the incident where his parents died....

Before Ranboo could think about it further, the voice on the tape continued.

"T̸̪̿̍͜ẖ̸̖̓̂ë̷̙́ consumption of evidence by ù̴̫͝ṅ̷̦̀k̴̙͍̚ṋ̷̀o̴͕͑́ẘ̶̧̗̏n̷͎̑ authorised personalities is s̶̘͕̓̑ṭ̷͊͠r̵̬͂i̴̫͒č̵̠t̵͉̑́l̴͍̤͗̚y̸̬͒͜ prohibited."

The tape seemed to have had better times, there was a lot of static and some words were hard to understand, but still Ranboo knew exactly what it was about.

After all, he had been there when it happened.

Or so he thought.

Because that day was so blurry since then, he didn't even know exactly what had happened. He was alone, no, he had someone with him. A friend. Friend... Tommy! He and Tommy were at Ranboo's house. He was 12 at the time and Tommy was 11. That was 6 years ago now.

They had climbed into the attic to look for something. But what did the teen not remember. He didn't even remember exactly what happened next.

They had found something. Not what they had been looking for, something else. But from then on the next few minutes or maybe even hours were gone. Not a single memory of how he had gotten from the attic to under the kitchen table.

And also no memory of where all the blood on the floor had come from. Or the blood on his clothes.

He had just sat there, scared to death, waiting. For what, he hadn't known, but it wasn't long before he heard sirens. Then there was a knock at the door. The doorbell rang. He heard voices. But he had not been able to move.

The door was broken open and people came in. Several people in green uniforms.

It took a few more minutes for one of these men to take notice of him. His uncle, Sneeg. He was still working for the police at the time, but after this incident remained unsolved for months afterward, he quit.

What happened next, he didn't really know anymore. The only thing that remained burned in his brain was the sight of his dead parents and the feeling of relief when he saw his uncle.

He had not even listened to the whole tape, he knew what was said there. All the static noise put him in an absent-minded state, and it was as if he was reliving the last few minutes that he could still remember very clearly.

Parents of a child gruesomely murdered, strange symbols of blood on the walls, no suspects or evidence, eyewitness (child himself) in shock, no memories.

He was in a trance. The tape had ended long ago and still the dark blond sat rigidly there on his desk chair staring at the recorder until suddenly he heard something behind him.

With a racing heart, Ranboo turned around in his chair, but he couldn't see anything. From outside, the wind could be heard blowing through the trees and the teen almost turned his attention back to the recorder, but suddenly his light began to flicker.

Ranboo quickly got up from his chair and almost pulled down a stack of books.

'Calm down... It's probably just the light bulb that's about to give up' Ranboo tried to convince himself. He didn't even know why he was so paranoid now.

Briefly it stopped flickering and nothing else seemed to happen, and the dark blond almost dismissed it with that. He was about to head downstairs and ask Sneeg for a new light bulb when he walked past his mirror and almost had a heart attack.

Behind him, in a slightly darker corner next to his closet, someone seemed to be standing.

For a few seconds, the teen could only look at this figure standing against the wall with his back turned to him.

Pulling his shoulders up to his ears, he slowly turned around. No one was standing there. Relief spread through him. He must have imagined it. The light and the reflection in the mirror must have played a trick on him, yes, that's how it had to be.

Again, Ranboo turned around and suddenly let out a sharp scream when he saw the figure right in front of him. It was completely black and appeared to have a human body. But instead of a head, there was a black box on its shoulders.

No eyes or holes for eyes were visible, just pure blackness. It was as if he was looking into a black hole. He suddenly felt cold as ice, and all at once the creature lunged at him and shattered into millions of tiny particles.

In the same second, his door flew open and Sneeg stood in his room.

"Ranboo?! Are you all right???" Concerned, his uncle ran up to him. "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Gently, the teen was grabbed by the shoulders, causing him to wince.

"Ranboo, please talk to me!" Sneeg asked him again.

He had been very protective since the incident 6 years ago. Sure, he had lost his brother, sister-in-law and probably almost his nephew.

"Y-yes. All... All good." Stammered the dark blond, and slowly his heartbeat seemed to calm down again. He looked around his room, but nothing of that figure was anywhere to be seen.

No sign that it had ever been there. Nor had the light flickered once.

"What happened?" The ex-policeman asked again, this time more worried than before.

"I-I don't know. I think... Nothing. I just got..." A final glance around his room. "Scared. Of a- my shadow." Ranboo tried to think of some excuse.

He didn't want to tell his uncle that he had actually seen something like a ghost. First, there was no such thing as ghosts, and second, he would think he was crazy after all.

"Are you sure?" Actually, Ranboo could have guessed that Sneeg would not believe him in this cheap excuse, but what else could he do? There was nothing else here he could have used.

"Yeah. Sure." His nephew assured him. He got another incredulous look before he was let go. "Okay... I'll have to take your word for that." The older one also looked around the room again, but didn't seem to see anything suspicious either, except for the box of tapes.

But Ranboo didn't have to worry about that, because he had told that he had to listen to something for school.

"Okay." Repeated Sneeg once again. "If something does come up... I'll be downstairs. Come right away, okay?"

Ranboo nodded, and his uncle left the room, but not without looking back once more.

That was close...

Completely exhausted, Ranboo got ready to go to bed. But before he turned off the light and got under the covers, he took the tape out of the recorder and slid the box under his bed.

He was somewhat interested in what else was on the other tapes, since he only knew the first one, but after what had just happened, he didn't care right now. It could wait until tomorrow. If he wanted to listen to it, then at all...

It wasn't my fault

It wasn't my fault

It wasn't my fault

It wasn't.......

"Ranboo, what was wrong with you today?" Tubbo asked the dark blond worriedly as they walked home from school.

"H-huh? What do you mean?"

"Well, yesterday you were excitedly telling me about those weird tapes, and today you're so.... well, so weird. Anxious. You're flinching all the time, staring off into nothing?" His friend answered him and stopped.

"What kind of tapes?" The third of the group, Aimsey, had also stopped, so Ranboo had no choice but to stop as well.

"He found a weird box in the woods and there were tapes in it. Did you listen to them?" asked Tubbo again, turning back to him.

The dark blond kicked a pebble away nervously. "Possibly..."

"Aaaaand? Come on, tell us! What was it about?" now, Aimsey also begged the teen.

Alright...

"Um... So the tape was about the... Lostfield incident... But it was weird. The tapes looked new, but it sounded like they were many years old. Distorted and some parts completely unintelligible. Sometimes I thought I heard another voice in the static..." the 18-year-old began, and when his two friends didn't say anything, he continued.

"And then... I saw it... First in the mirror. This weird black figure with a box head.... It was standing there, against the wall, and when I turned around it was gone. I thought I imagined it, but when I turned around again, it was standing right in front of me!"

Paranoid, Ranboo looked around to see if anyone was nearby.

"It jumped towards me and shattered into a thousand little pieces. Since then, I feel like I'm being watched everywhere, like it's waiting for me around the next corner. I have this restless feeling inside me and no matter what I do it just won't go away, it scares me!" The dark blond finished his story and when he looked his friends in the face, he regretted telling them.

The expressions on their faces were not exactly what he had expected.

"Bossman, how much sleep have you been getting lately?" Tubbo asked with a worried look.

"It's not from lack of sleep! Besides, I sleep enough! I swear to you, I saw it, it was there! I- I... I could feel it, suddenly it was completely cold, and it had this weird aura around it.... I didn't imagine it!"

Possibly, Ranboo was getting too carried away, so he didn't notice how his friends took a step back, a little scared.

"Okay, if you say so... Why don't you talk to Sneeg about it, he knows about tapes and stuff." Aimsey cautiously interjected and to her relief Ranboo actually seemed to calm down a bit.

"Maybe you're right..." Ranboo took a deep breath. "Sorry..."

"It's all good. We'll see you later then? Remember the movie!" Tubbo called out to the dark blond after a goodbye, and they parted ways.

Ranboo quickly made his way home to retrieve the tape he had watched yesterday. He threw his school bag in the corner next to his desk and with the tape in his hand he went to the video rental store where Sneeg worked.

He had been working there since he quit as a police officer almost 6 years ago, and he didn't regret it one bit.

The door of the store opened with the ringing of a doorbell and Ranboo looked around searching for his uncle.

There didn't seem to be anyone around right now, it was completely silent except for the music playing from the radio, and there was no one to be seen.

"Sneeg?" Ranboo called into the store, hoping for a response. All of a sudden, he could see his uncle's dark blond mop of hair behind one of the shelves. "Ranboo? What are you doing here, kiddo?" he asked.

For a few seconds it was quiet again, the dark blonde did not know where to start. But then he decided to just start at the beginning.

"I found a box of tapes yesterday and I listened to one, although I certainly shouldn't have, but I was curious, and it's about the Lostfield Incident. At first, I didn't think anything of it, but then weird things started happening, my lights flickered, and I saw this figure and-"

"Wait, wait, wait. What? Slow down again. You found tapes? Just like that?" Sneeg interrupted him with an overwhelmed look and walked up to him.

"Yes, and then I looked at it and - see for yourself!" Nervously, Ranboo held the tape out to him and his opposite took it.

"Case #99128..." he muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes widened. "The symbol..." whispered Sneeg almost incomprehensibly, stroking the symbol on the tape once.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

Sneeg quickly turned around to look behind the counter for a cassette player. With trembling hands, he inserted the cassette and pressed 'play'.

The tape turned off and for a few minutes no one said anything.

"... Sneeg?" Ranboo asked uncertainly after a few minutes. "Where did you find the tapes again, you say?" Sneeg turned to him. Ranboo didn't know exactly what it was, but something about the look of the dark blond in front of him scared him.

"Um... I-in the woods. In a box." he replied, playing with his fingers.

"I want you to bring the box back. Whatever it is, I don't want those tapes in my house. Who knows who put them there." Sneeg said in a firm voice, looking urgently at his nephew.

The dark blond didn't dare to contradict. So he just nodded. It was probably better that way. The case itself was strange enough, and now finding these weird tapes made the whole thing kind of creepy.

Sneeg held the tape out to him and Ranboo reached out to take it, but Sneeg pulled it back once more.

"Got it?"

"Yes..."

This time his uncle let him take the tape.

"Are you going to Tubbo again today?" Sneeg then asked, turning toward the door that had just opened. A man came in and looked around the aisles.

"Yep. Oh, I almost forgot. I need a movie." And with that, Ranboo disappeared into the aisles as well. Today he was supposed to bring a horror movie, so that could be something....

Sneeg watched his nephew leave the store and stared toward the door, lost in thought. Even though Ranboo had promised to put the box back, Sneeg was worried.

How big were the chances that strange tapes about an unsolved case, years later, would turn up in the woods just like that? Exactly. Pretty slim.

Chills ran down his spine as he thought back to that day, and still he could clearly remember every detail.

It had been his day off, he was sitting on the sofa at home and suddenly his phone rang. It was Ranboo's mother. She sounded anxious.

"Sneeg! I know today is your day off, but you have to come real quick! Tommy, a friend of Ranboo, is here right now, and they were playing. All of a sudden, Tommy screamed really loud and John went to see. He hasn't come back yet, but I heard him scream! Please, come and see, I don't know what's happening!" she shouted into the phone.

It took him a moment to understand. "I'll be right there!" he replied and hung up.

It didn't take ten minutes for Sneeg to arrive at his brother's house and park his car in the driveway. He quickly jumped out of the vehicle and opened the door with the house key he had for emergencies like these.

The first thing he saw was blood. A lot of blood. And in the middle of the pool of blood lay the bodies of his brother and his wife. A strange symbol was smeared over and over again on the wall. Shocked, the dark blond stopped in the doorway.

This could not be true, it had not even been fifteen minutes since he had gotten the call, what had happened!? Whoever did this must still be in this house ...

With a quick grip, the dark blond had taken his gun out of its holster and carefully took a step into the living room.

He looked around for the slightest movement, but there was nothing in the living room. Sneeg took his phone out of his pocket, without taking his eyes off his surroundings, and dialed the number of the police to call for reinforcements.

On the other end of the phone was his colleague and good friend Phil. He had quickly told him the situation as succinctly as he could, and backup was on the way.

He turned right and ran around the corner into the dining room. Soft whimpers came from under the table, and startled, Sneeg's eyes widened. Careful not to make too much noise, he crouched down and saw his nephew crouching on the floor, eyes squeezed tightly shut and fists pressed over his ears.

"Ranboo!" Sneeg said anxiously, reaching out to him. Gently, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, who flinched violently in response and raised his head.

However, when he realized who was sitting there, he jumped into Sneeg's arms, sobbing. "S-sneeg!" Whimpered the smaller one, and Sneeg wrapped his arms tightly around him, turning him away from the dead bodies of his parents... "Shhh ... It's okay, I'm here. It's going to be okay."

"I-I'm so scared! I don't know what happened!" Ranboo sobbed into his uncle's shoulder.

"It's all right, I'll protect you," Sneeg muttered. A short time later, 3 more police officers came in, weapons raised.

Phil made eye contact with Sneeg, and they nodded to each other. Then they disappeared, on the lookout for whoever was responsible.

But the house was empty, except for Ranboo's friend. No signs of forced entry, no evidence that anyone, other than family, had even been in the house.

Phil escorted Tommy out of the house, while Sneeg accompanied Ranboo. Neither said anything, probably both in shock. Even though Tommy doesn't seem to have seen anything, he had witnessed enough.

An ambulance had arrived by now and, although he was reluctant to do so, Sneeg had to leave the two with the doctor. His job came first, so he had to attend to the crime scene first.

With the cassette and the movie in hand, Ranboo made his way home. He still had a few hours before he and Aimsey were to meet at Tubbo's for their weekly movie night.

Once home, he put the film on his bed and, after a moment's hesitation, put the tape back in the box. Then he went to his desk to do his homework.

For half an hour Ranboo had been sitting on his chair, head in his hands and impossible to concentrate. Each task of his math assignment suddenly made no sense at all, whereas he was relatively good at that subject.

His mind kept drifting to the box he had shoved back under his bed.

He shouldn't do that...

This was a very bad idea...

Almost as if controlled, the dark blond got up and knelt down in front of his bed. He pulled out the box and opened it. Still, the other two tapes were untouched in the box, just waiting to be listened to by him.

Wait, what was that?

Underneath the three tapes was something bigger. Was this a VHS tape?

Carefully, Ranboo took out the tape and turned it around. There was no label on it like on the other tapes, and it looked much older. It was dirty and had definitely seen better days. He didn't remember this being there before. But it had to, it couldn't just magically appear, couldn't it?

Hesitantly, Ranboo got up and went out of his room. He had promised Sneeg to put the box back without further ado, but his curiosity and also something else in him made him go to the living room, where the old TV and the VCR were.

The dark blond turned on the TV and plugged in the cassette.

There wasn't much to see at first, just static in the picture. It stayed like that for a few minutes and Ranboo was about to turn off the video, when suddenly something happened. The screen was black, you could hear footsteps like on old wood, and suddenly it became bright.

A room was visible. Dusty, with furniture crisscrossed around the room, some covered with tarpaulins. The teen knew this place. But from where?

"Look! There's nothing up here, I told you." Suddenly a voice sounded and a hatch in the floor opened. Out came a child with dark blond hair. He climbed up the ladder, followed by another child.

That was... himself! And the other child...? Tommy?? And the room they were in was the attic in his old house!

"B-but I heard something, I'm 100% sure!" the second child, Tommy, replied anxiously.

Who had recorded that? As far as Ranboo knew, almost no one ever went into the attic, and why would anyone put a camera there? Strange.

With a hurt expression, the dark blond looked at the screen. He hadn't really exchanged a word with Tommy in years, and he didn't know why. That was the last day Tommy had spoken to him, and he had never told him why.

For some time, Ranboo thought that his friend was just too scared of what was happening that day, but for Ranboo it was all much worse! He had lost his parents, shouldn't a good friend be there for him?

Ranboo took a few steps closer to the TV and watched what was happening as if in a trance.

"You're just a scaredy-cat, I can't help it. I've never been up here! Let's look around! I bet there's some cool stuff lying around!" And with that, Ranboo disappeared behind a cabinet that stood in the middle of the room.

"I'm not, you idiot!" Cried Tommy and looked around anxiously.

"Look what I found! It's a photo album! I think it's my grandparents.... And my mom when she was a baby! Aww. Oh, what's this?" Could be heard from Ranboo behind the closet, and now Tommy got curious too and disappeared as well.

"What did you- R-ranboo?"

"......"

"R-ranboo? Hello? Why aren't you saying anything?"

From second to second, the picture became worse and worse,

interference strips spread all over the picture and the hissing noise, which before was only heard softly in the background, drowned out every other sound.

A single sound was heard above the loud noises, and it sent an icy shiver down Ranboo's spine.

Tommy's scream.

Startled, Ranboo staggered back and tripped over his own feet, falling down. With his mouth open, the teen stared at the TV. The picture was now completely unidentifiable, no sound could be heard except this static noise that seemed to get louder and louder.

Clear images came into his head. Images of Tommy, of the attic. Of his parents. Full of blood.

All this he saw in front of him. But that couldn't be, could it? He would know if he had done something like that! You couldn't forget something like that!

Besides, the police should have arrested him long ago. Shouldn't they?

His breath quickened, panic overcame him.

He had killed his parents... It was him! That's why he had been covered in blood, why there were no burglary marks and why there were no fingerprints anywhere!

It was him!

Ranboo jumped to his feet and fumbled the tape out of the recorder. He had to tell someone! He had to... he couldn't... What if it happened again!?

What if he blacked out again, he could never forgive himself for hurting his uncle or even his friends! He HAD to turn himself in.

And if that tape was the only proof.

With determination and still fatigued by panic, Ranboo left the living room and strove for the front door. But suddenly his head began to hurt like hell, his vision blurred and with dizziness the dark blond staggered against the wall where he sank to the ground.

Ranboo rang the doorbell of his best friend, who opened the door a few seconds later. "There you are, King. We were starting to think you weren't coming. Did you bring the movie?"

Tubbo let him enter, and he was also greeted by Aimsey right away, who was sitting on the couch. "Of course. I'm looking forward to it, I can't wait." Ranboo replied with a grin and did the signature handshake he and Aimsey had.

"Oh well, why so excited, I thought you didn't like horror movies?" Tubbo asked with a slight grin, to which Ranboo just shrugged.

Tubbo got the popcorn from the kitchen, while Aimsey closed the curtains and Ranboo put in the movie.

The three of them now sat on the couch, Ranboo in the middle and his two friends to his right and left.

After an unexpected jumpscare, Aimsey flinched violently and held the pillow in front of her face, which until then had been lying on her lap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Ranboo, who hadn't moved a bit. Usually he was always the first to hide and also the one who was happiest when the movie was over.

But he hadn't made a single move during the whole movie, just sat there rigidly with his eyes fixed on the TV.

Tubbo leaned forward to look at Aimsey, and he too was visibly confused by this. Before Ranboo had arrived, the two had been talking about the dark blond.

They were both still worried about Ranboo since he had acted so strangely earlier. And apparently nothing had changed.

For outsiders, it may be strange, hey, your friend is just not afraid, it's just a movie. What's strange about that? But the two had known Ranboo for years, and he just acted like he never would, never had.

After the movie ended, the three sat on the sofa for a while without saying anything. The credits rolled and suddenly Ranboo slapped his hands on his thighs. "That wasn't so bad, I don't even know what you guys have?"

"Hey, what actually happened with Sneeg earlier? Did you guys talk about the tapes?" asked Tubbo, not responding to what the dark blond had just said.

"Oh... Nothing. Nothing important." Ranboo replied, standing up to put the film back in its case.

"Nothing important? But you were so paranoid earlier, weren't you? Aren't you afraid anymore, of that thing you saw? Didn't Sneeg think it was weird that those tapes just showed up?" inquired Tubbo further.

All at once, Ranboo turned around energetically, "It's not important. We talked about it, but it's none of your business at all!" Ranboo snapped at the two of them, and Aimsey backed away a few inches.

"What's the matter with you? You're so... so close to exploding. We understand if you don't want to talk about it, but we're just worried about you. What if something happens to you?" said Aimsey worriedly, taking the pillow off her lap.

"But you don't have to worry! I'm fine! Can we just drop the subject? I really don't need a lecture right now." The look on the second oldest's face was full of anger, you'd think he was going to explode at any moment, so the two brunettes just gave each other another look before Aimsey nodded hesitantly.

"Sure. Sorry." She said meekly, and the dark blonde relaxed a little. "Fine. Good. So. what do we want to do now?" And the anger was completely gone, a smile graced the face of the tallest teen.

Two hours had passed since the small argument, meanwhile the three sat with pizza and controllers in their hands in front of the TV and played some game against each other. They laughed, pushed each other, and it was almost like before.

The emphasis was on "almost".

For a few minutes, there was silence again between the three, each trying to make the other somehow game over. Tubbo's character jumped towards Aimsey's and with a powerful attack, her player was swept out of view of the screen.

"TOBY, YOU-!" she shouted playfully annoyed and waited until she could respawn. Tubbo snickered and looked around the screen for Ranboo. After taking a few steps to the side, he could see the teen's little player.

But he was just standing there, not moving.

"Ranboo?" He looked at his friend next to him, and it seemed like he was waking up from a stupor, because all of a sudden he blinked a few times and moved his player towards the brunette to launch an attack.

"Ranboo! What the hell is wrong with you?" helplessly, Tubbo dropped his controller in his lap and looked at the dark blond. "What?" The latter asked irritably. "What's the matter? I'm not winning, am I? Can't I attack you?"

"There's something wrong with you, I can tell! And I don't care how many times you say it doesn't matter, I don't believe you! You're in your mind all the time, not even now are you all the way here. What's going on?" shouted Tubbo.

"I'm FINE!" shouted Ranboo, getting louder on the second word.

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Tubbo also got louder and jumped up all at once. "You're only ruining yourself this way! When did we stop telling each other everything? That's what we've always done! No matter what! Why not now!!!"

Ranboo also stood up and lifted his chin to look even taller than he already was. "Things CHANGE, Toby! Why don't you understand!!!"

Never before had Ranboo called him "Toby." He always used nicknames, no matter how weird they were.

"Yes I do, but why don't YOU understand that we care about you!!!? And ever since you listened to that... that stupid tape, you're completely different!" Tubbo threw his arms in the air to give more expression to his statement.

Actually, he didn't want to get angry, but this whole thing frustrated him, and he didn't know how to help himself.

However, that anger quickly dissipated when Ranboo gave the smaller one a push. "Don't talk about the tapes like that! You have no idea!" he hissed coldly.

Aimsey had only watched until now, not daring to interfere, but when Ranboo got physical, she too stood up and put a hand on both boys' shoulders.

"Hey... What if we all calm down now and THEN talk about this calmly, huh?" She asked cautiously, becoming a little more confident when she saw Tubbo's features relax.

"No! You know what? You guys can go fuck yourselves! I'm leaving." Said Ranboo, shaking off the oldest's hand. "Wait! Don't go!" She called after him, but he ignored her. The door slammed shut loudly, and suddenly it was dead silent in Tubbo's house.

"He'll get over it..." muttered Aimsey uncertainly. "I'm sure he will..."

ǭ̴̤̖̼͔̭̯͕̣̥̎n̶̳͈̠̟̝͚͍̖̍͘͠ͅè̵̢̺̠̟̝̲̬̝̤́́̓̾̈́̈́̽͊̀̏̂͜ ̴̧̗͇͍̥̹̞̙͂͌͗̚w̷̼̦̳͚̑̎̈́̓́͜e̴͓̙̬͎̍̑͒̂̇̈́̌̉͛̎͛͝e̷̯̦̞̣̞̓̆̊̓k̶̨͉͔͎̙̱̩̬̀̓̅̇̓͘ ̶̻͉͈̤̦̞͙̪̻̂͌̆l̶̺̲̟̈̆a̶̻̬̗̭͍͍͂͗̎͂̿̓͒͂̄t̵̰͓̬́̌ę̷͓͙̰̼̱̳̻̃̆̊́̓͗̾̀̐͘͝r̶̢̛̭̹̰̦̗̞̖̀̏͗͆͝?̶̛̖̇̚̚?̶̺̦͕͓̱̖̙͙̻̤̯̭̏̓͋̈́̓̓͠?̷̛̲͕̘̦͚̀̈͗̈͑͛͂̎͘

The doorbell rang. Confused, the teen went to the door. Who would be at his door now, at this hour, on a Friday evening?

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a frightening sight.

There in front of him stood his ex-best friend with dirty clothes and ravaged hair.

"Ranboo? What do you wan- Is that blood??" In the dim light of the lamp hanging by the door, the blond could see red spots on his clothes and the mask the taller teen wore to hide the lower section of his face.

Crazy eyes stared down at him.

"Hello, Tommy. Long time no see, right?" Ranboo replied to him.

"If that's a silly joke, then you can say it right away. I told you to leave me alone, so get out!" Tommy hissed angrily. "I need your help. Can I come in?" He took a step towards Tommy, but Tommy was faster and blocked his way. "I said you should go away. I did what you wanted and kept my mouth shut. Now you keep your end of the bargain and piss off!" Tommy shouted angrily and slammed the door in his face.

Only a quiet giggle and an "Oh Tommy..." could be heard behind the closed door, but it was so quiet, the blond briefly thought he had only imagined it.

Tense, he let out the air he didn't know he held and walked away from the front door. What was he thinking, after all that had happened, to show up at his place? Especially after he had acted so innocently the last time, as if he didn't know what he had done a few days before.

Tommy shook his head angrily. It was no use for him to get upset about it now. Ranboo had died to him years ago. And that would not change.

Bored, the teen dropped onto the couch and flipped back and forth between the few TV channels, almost falling asleep in front of some movie when he heard a loud thump from upstairs.

What was that? He was home alone... wasn't he?

Were his parents back already? Sleepily, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just after half past ten in the evening. His mother had said they wouldn't be back until midnight.

But maybe they were.

Uncertainly, Tommy got up from the sofa and went down the hall to the stairs. "Mom? Dad? Are you back?" the blond called upstairs, but got no answer. "Mom?" he called again, slowly climbing the stairs.

Perhaps he had imagined it all? Or it was just something that had fallen over, that happens sometimes.

Once at the top, he stopped on the top step and listened again. No sound.

Gripped by fear, Tommy grabbed a baseball bat that stood in a corner and now stood in front of the first door on the left side. A bathroom.

He opened the door carefully and peered inside. Nothing.

Quietly he closed the door and went to the next one opposite of the bathroom, his parents' bedroom.

Before he could open the door, however, he heard a loud bang further up the hall. The 17-year-old flinched violently, and his head snapped up in the direction of the bang.

But there was nothing there except his bedroom door. It must have slammed shut. But hadn't the door been closed from the beginning?

Tommy grasped the handle of the bat with both hands and made his way to his room, legs shaking. He didn't know why, but somehow he got a worse and worse feeling the closer he got to his room.

His heart beat faster and faster.

The blond put one hand on the door handle and pressed down. Carefully, he pushed the door open with his foot. It was dark in the room and his curtains were blowing in the wind.

Since when was his window open? Had he forgotten to close it? No, that could not be.

However, there was nothing to be seen that could have caused the first rumbling earlier. Confused, Tommy lowered the bat and went into his room.

Wait, what was that? At his window?

Tommy took a few steps toward his window and froze in shock. There was a handprint on the window pane.

A bloody handprint.

Suddenly, fast footsteps could be heard behind the blond, so fast that he could not even perceive the sound.

Before Tommy could react in any way, it was all over, as quickly as it had come. His lifeless body fell to the ground with a dull bang.

With a grin, Ranboo wiped his bloody hands on his pants and looked down at his former friend. "You wouldn't have it any other way." he said dismissively, his grin disappearing.

As if he hadn't just finished off one of his former best friends, Ranboo walked down the stairs and stopped in the hallway.

The TV was still on, some movie Tommy must have been watching. With slow steps, he walked into the living room and turned off the TV.

One look at the clock was enough, and Ranboo had already disappeared out of the front door.

He had another place to go. If Tommy didn't want to help him, he had to find help somewhere else.

20 minutes later, the dark blond had reached his destination, Tubbo's house.

The teen rang the doorbell and not even a minute later the front door was ripped open. In front of him stood Tubbo, with a nervous look. It took a few seconds for the shorter boy to realize who was standing in front of him.

"RANBOO!!!" he yelled at him. "Where have you been this past week!!!? Do you even know how worried we all were!!!? You can't just-" The brunette interrupted himself and looked up at Ranboo with widened eyes.

"Tubs, thank God.... You have to help me! Tom refused and then... Well..."

"Is that blood on your clothes!?" Tubbo whisper yelled and after one last look to the left and right, he grabbed Ranboo's wrist and pulled the taller one into the house.

"Aimsey!" shouted Tubbo and the smaller brunette was coming out of the living room.

"Ran!!!" stammered Aimsey in disbelief when she saw the dark blond standing still in Tubbo's hallway, completely covered in blood.

"W-what happened?" they both asked at the same time and Tubbo took a few steps back.

Ranboo pulled the mask off his face, revealing a big crazy grin.

"I need your help." he repeated, however.

"What do you mean!? What do you need help with? And what have you done with Tommy?" Tubbo asked him, horrified. It was creepy. How often did it happen that your best friend is standing in front of you completely covered in blood?

Ranboo, however, didn't answer and stepped towards the two brunettes, who then took a step back until they hit the wall of the hallway. Aimsey blindly grabbed Tubbo's wrist and pulled him to the right into the living room.

"It's time," the dark blond said after a few seconds, visibly annoyed that his friends seemed to be fleeing from him.

"Ran, what are you talking about!"

"For years I've been looking for it, six years it's been now. Six years it took me to find it!" A crazy laugh escaped the teen. That in front of them was not their best friend. This was some crazy person!

Tubbo seemed to think for a moment. Six years? What was he looking for?!

Then it dawned on him. It had happened six years ago, the Incident that had terrified the whole town.

"Th-that was you!?" stammered Tubbo in disbelief, looking at Ranboo with wide eyes.

"Of course it was. Who else would it have been? Tommy?" Ranboo laughed again. "If it hadn't been for that little brat, I could have finished it back then. I wish I'd killed him then!" growled the dark blond.

Aimsey and Tubbo winced. They had never seen Ranboo speak of anyone like that before.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We're here now, and we should take advantage of the moment, we don't want to wait another six years, am I right?" Ranboo clapped his hands excitedly.

"Then let's get started right away!" He reached into the pocket of his Red-Gray Varsity Jacket and pulled out a bloody knife, which he wiped on his sleeve.

"Please don't make this too hard for me and just come with me, will you?" He looked at the two of them urgently. There was not a bit of humanity left in his eyes.

Tears ran from Aimsey's eyes, never in her life had she been so afraid. Tubbo felt the same way, but he seemed to pull himself together.

All at once, the 18-year-old leaped towards them and without thinking, they jumped apart. Aimsey ran around the couch to put as much distance as possible between Ranboo and herself.

The first thing that came to Tubbo's mind was the kitchen, and so he rushed through the ajar kitchen door, looking around in a panic for anything he could use as a weapon.

"Didn't I say we shouldn't waste time? I know you guys like to play games, but there's really no time for that now." Judging by Ranboo's voice, he was still in the living room, apparently following Aimsey and not Tubbo.

That bought the teen a few more seconds. His eyes fell on a pan. Cliché, but the only thing that came to his mind. He grabbed the pan and ran out of the kitchen with quick steps.

In the living room, he saw Aimsey and Ranboo walking in circles around the couch. The moment Tubbo entered the room, he jumped on the couch and hit Ranboo over the head with the pan, but not hard enough to knock him out, he just fell to his knees and gasped painfully.

"Come on, Aimsey! Quick!" Tubbo shouted to his friend, and they ran out the front door. Tubbo's heart was beating so loudly in his chest, he was afraid Ranboo might hear it and track them down that way. And for a moment he thought he was right, because he could hear a third pair of footsteps behind them.

He turned his head backwards and sure enough, there Ranboo was walking behind them with an angry face.

He was taller than the two brunettes and so much faster. Tubbo grabbed Aimsey's wrist and dragged her to the right, into a dark alley. This alley led between a few houses, almost like a shortcut, and Tubbo was hoping they could lose Ranboo that way.

As she ran, Aimsey dug something out of her jacket pocket. It was her cell phone. She had gotten it a few weeks ago for her nineteenth birthday, and now it seemed to come in handy.

With trembling fingers, she dialed the first number that popped into her head, which wasn't too easy while running either.

"Aimsey?" Sounded Sneeg's voice from the receiver.

"S-sneeg! We need... We- help!!!" she shouted into the receiver as quietly as she could.

"What? What happened?! Are you running?" Sneeg asked in alarm, and rumbling could be heard on the other side.

After a few turns, they were back on a normal sidewalk, looking around tailgating. There was nowhere to hide here, and Ranboo would appear around the next corner at any moment, they knew.

It had become windier than before in the last few minutes, dark clouds pushed over the moon and made everything seem darker. It looked like it was going to start thunder storming.

"I-it's about Ranboo!" Aimsey expanded out of breath. "He's gone crazy! He came to us earlier, and he was- so much blood Sneeg! I-I think he did something to Tommy!" As she spoke, her head darted anxiously back and forth until she spotted a house.

It was unoccupied at the moment and was being renovated. With a quick movement, Aimsey pointed in the direction and Tubbo nodded. They walked toward the house.

Thank God the door wasn't locked.

It was totally filthy in there, some dusty furniture, partially covered with tarps, a few buckets and broken windows.

The two quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor.

"What do you mean? Aimsey, what happened!" Sneeg asked with a slightly panicked undertone.

All of a sudden, Tubbo snatched the phone out of her hand.

"It was Ranboo! All this time, it was him! Back then! And today it will happen again!"

There was silence on the line for a moment. 

Sneeg was at home when he got the call from Aimsey. His nephew had been missing for a week, and there was no sign of where he might be. He was reported missing to the police, but even they could not find anything.

Desperate, the man sat on his couch with his head in his hands. He had sworn to protect Ranboo. So that what happened back then did not happen again. He had failed.

His train of thought was interrupted, however, when his phone rang. "Aimsey?" He asked immediately. What would she want, he wondered? At this hour?

She seemed to be running, her voice filled with fear and she was completely out of breath.

"S-sneeg! We need... We- help!!!"

What? what had happened?!

"I-it's Ranboo!" Ranboo! Had they found him? Was he all right?

"He's gone crazy! He came to us earlier and he was- so much blood Sneeg! I-I think he did something to Tommy!"

What? Sneeg didn't understand anything anymore.

Until there was a rustling on the other end and suddenly Tubbo's voice was heard.

"It was Ranboo! All this time, it was him! Back then! And today it will happen again!"

Shocked, Sneeg's eyes snapped open. Ranboo? Back then? He can't mean the Incident, can he?

All at once, the older man jumped up and ran out of the living room and upstairs to his bedroom.

In his bedside cabinet, he searched for his weapon, which he had positioned there in case of emergency.

"Where are you? I'm on my way, with help. Make sure you hide!" Sneeg shouted incredulously into the receiver and pocketed the gun.

"W-we're on Hartland street, in the empty house!" That was the only thing we could think of to shake him off!" Tubbo answered him as quietly as he could.

"Okay. Try to stay hidden. I'm on my way!"

Suddenly a loud bang sounded, then another, and another. Then a scream, right next to the phone. Aimsey.

"Tubbo!!! What happened!!!" Sneeg had no time to waste, he had to hurry, but he couldn't just hang up!

There was static on the other side, and voices, but Sneeg couldn't make them out through the static. The noise was too prominent.

Another scream. Aimsey again.

"He's here! Sneeg, Ẅ̴̛̤̟͈ḩ̷̼̌̏̈ͅa̷̤͆͋ṫ̸̬̂ ̶̛̺̗s̴͔͓̼͊̿͝ḩ̸̝͓̓̀o̵̪͂u̸̙̪̾͂l̴͎̙̿ď̶̰̭̯̈ we do? What should Ì̵̯̖̙̚ ̸̫̤̜̚d̶̞̲̂̔o̷̖̓?̶͍̼̐̒̈́ͅ" Tubbo cried helplessly. His voice became more and more unintelligible and distorted.

"Y̵̬̱̿̄o̴̧͈̭̐u̶̡͋̚ ̵̺̦̋w̵̺̬͗̓́ĭ̴͎ḽ̴̪́͝͠l̶̰̃̊̊ ̸̨̋̐̐ņ̴̹̳̈̏͠o̴̟̓͝t̶̢̾ ̵̞̲̆͊̓g̸̤̳̬͊̀̆ồ̷̬̒ ̶̮̓́a̸͕̳͙͊̚͘n̶̠̓̃ÿ̸̼̮̰́̍w̴̙͍̐h̸̡͉̝̾̑̍e̶̞̩̤̍͑͝r̴̨̼͖̆e̷̮̹͂̚͘!̶̱͊́̚" was followed by a crazy laugh. This was only followed by tooting.

The conversation was over.

"Shit!!!" Sneeg shouted loudly and immediately dialed the number of the police.

Once on the second floor, the two teens disappeared into one of the rooms. Aimsey closed the door and began to move a dresser in front of it.

Sneeg had just told them to hide, and they did. Ranboo could never find them here. He had been nowhere to be seen.

With the dresser in front of the door, thus barricading it, they both stepped as far away from the door as they could when a loud thump came from the door.

What!? How could he find them?!

Ranboo seemed to throw himself against the door with all his might. The dresser wobbled with the force exerted against the door, and after the third time it fell to the floor with a loud bang.

The door burst open and Aimsey gave a startled cry.

Tubbo could hear Sneegs voice at his ear, however, it seemed as if it was far away.

"He's here! Sneeg, what are we going to do? What should I do?" he shouted helplessly into the phone. Never in his life had he been so afraid. That was it. They had no way to escape this time.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me so easily?" Ranboo said with a wide grin and came closer and closer to the two. Trying to dodge again, Ranboo lashed out with his knife sooner than before in Tubbo's house, and Aimsey cried out again.

Ranboo must have hit her.

A dull thud sounded and as Tubbo looked at what was happening, his eyes widened in shock. Aimsey was lying on the floor, her hands pressed tightly into her side and a red liquid staining her hands red.

Ranboo stood over her, his back turned to Tubbo, shaking his head.

"Y̵̬̱̿̄o̴̧͈̭̐u̶̡͋̚ ̵̺̦̋w̵̺̬͗̓́ĭ̴͎ḽ̴̪́͝͠l̶̰̃̊̊ ̸̨̋̐̐ņ̴̹̳̈̏͠o̴̟̓͝t̶̢̾ ̵̞̲̆͊̓g̸̤̳̬͊̀̆ồ̷̬̒ ̶̮̓́a̸͕̳͙͊̚͘n̶̠̓̃ÿ̸̼̮̰́̍w̴̙͍̐h̸̡͉̝̾̑̍e̶̞̩̤̍͑͝r̴̨̼͖̆e̷̮̹͂̚͘!̶̱͊́̚." Ranboo said in a crazy voice and started laughing. His voice was even deeper than usual and distorted, it didn't sound like Ranboo at all, and it hurt his ears.

The moment Ranboo started laughing, the phone died and cursing, Tubbo dropped it. If he didn't do something right now, Ranboo would hurt Aimsey worse, if not kill her. He couldn't let that happen!

With a battle cry, Tubbo jumped on Ranboo's back and in fright, Ranboo dropped the knife. "AIMSEY! RUN!!!" Tubbo yelled to the brunette on the ground, and out of the corner of his eye he could see her trying to get up in pain.

After a few tries, she managed it and staggered out the door, hopefully downstairs to safety.

"Why are you doing this, Tubbo! Why are you making it so hard for me!" Screeched Ranboo, straining to get the smaller one off his back.

"I thought we were friends! And then you can't even do me this favor?!"

Tubbo didn't make a sound, he was too busy fighting Ranboo to the ground. Normally, he was stronger than the dark blond. Sure, he was much smaller, but Ranboo was totally weak.

That didn't really seem to have changed. He may have knocked over the dresser, but there was no sign of that strength now.

Suddenly, sirens could be heard in the distance and a short time later, a bright blue light shone through the windows. The police!

With a violent kick to the back of the madman's knee, he sank to the ground and Tubbo jumped off his back, running with quick steps to the door. The brunette literally jumped down the stairs, closely followed by Ranboo.

Once outside, he could see three police cars and an ambulance. The policemen were standing in front of the cars, one group was probably about to go inside.

Sneeg stood by the ambulance and supported Aimsey, who was only almost conscious.

"Freeze! Put your arms where I can see them and drop the knife!" yelled one of the policemen, and Tubbo almost stopped until he realized that it wasn't directed at him. Keeping a safe distance from Ranboo, he stopped and was stopped directly by one of the policemen.

The others had their guns pointed at the dark blond, who reluctantly raised his hands and dropped the knife.

With a penetrating gaze, Ranboo stared at Tubbo, both of them seeming to block out everything around them. Tubbo still with fearful eyes, Ranboo however with a look of betrayal.

The policeman with Tubbo suddenly stood in front of him, and the brunette came back to reality. What the latter said to him, he still did not understand, however, he was led to the ambulance, where Aimsey was already doctored as good as possible.

Sneeg came the few steps towards them and hugged Tubbo tightly. "Oh God, you're all right.... I was so worried!"

Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, he was no longer in his room. He was on the open street. Blue lights and sirens hurt his eyes and ears, and he felt someone tugging at him roughly.

What had happened?!

He looked around frantically and could see police cars and an ambulance.

Two policemen handcuffed him and fearfully, Ranboo tugged at his arms. What were they doing?

At the ambulance, the dark blond could make out his uncle and his best friends. Aimsey was injured, she had her eyes closed, but the 18-year-old could not see anything more precise.

Sneeg and Tubbo looked over at him, Sneeg's look was full of betrayal and disappointment, Tubbo on the other hand looked at him fearfully. He had a blanket around his shoulders and his hair was a complete mess. What had happened here!?

"Let go of me! What are you doing!!! Tubbo! Sneeg! Help me!! Please!!! What's happening!!!" He shouted completely terrified to the two, but neither of them answered, Sneeg even turned away from him with a shake of his head.

Rudely, Ranboo was pushed towards one of the cars and put inside. The door closed with a loud bang, muffling the surrounding sounds somewhat.

Still, he did not understand what was going on.

Confused, Ranboo looked at his lap and almost had a heart attack when he saw the blood on his clothes. Whose blood was that? His own?

His breath caught. A-aimsey's? Had he hurt Aimsey? That couldn't be, he would never do that!

In disbelief, Ranboo looked up again to get the sight out of his mind.

His eyes fell on the rearview mirror hanging in the car, and again he got a violent fright. Next to him sat this figure. Completely black with a boxy head.

When he turned his gaze to his left, there was nothing to see. He looked again at the mirror. The figure was just sitting there, doing nothing.

Then it began to speak, although it had no mouth.

"The following is a collection of evidence on case number 99128 also known as 'The Lostfield Incident'. The consumption of evidence by unknown authorize personalities is strictly prohibited."

The voice reminded him of the voice of the policeman on the first tape he had heard.

Then it spoke again, this time in a distorted, loud voice:

"̵̪͠A̸̾͜n̴͖̋d̴̹̾ ̸̹͗y̷͎͂è̸̥ṭ̵͑ ̶͕́y̶̘̐o̷̬͌u̵̮͐ ̶̞́l̶̡͊i̴̞̚š̴̲ẗ̸̳ë̷͇́n̴̘̋e̸̹̐d̷͈̓ ̵̬̿ä̸̢n̸̢̆y̶͖̌ẇ̷̬á̸͉ẙ̴̹s̶̭̈.̴̎ͅ"̶̫̏

̷̗̔"̸̺̏Ȳ̴͔ö̷͎́ȕ̴̫ ̷̪̎l̶̜̈́į̶͊s̶͕̐t̵̙̄e̶̥͛n̷̰͂e̷̼̐d̴͕̓ ̸̙̿ā̴̦n̷̺͆y̷̠̽w̶̜̅a̸͇̒y̷̎͜s̸͉͑.̶͍̐"̵̹͌

̵͎͑"̸̗͠L̷͓͋ȉ̸̥s̸̤̊t̴̝͝e̶̫͗n̸͕̕é̸̦d̴̥͆ ̶̤͗ą̷̒n̴͍̓y̷̤̓w̵̫̏a̷̤̒ÿ̶̱́s̵̝̉.̵͎͌.̷͈͗.̸̣͗"̸̐ͅ

But it wasn't his fault

It wasn't

Right?

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I hope everything is realistic to the time, this oneshot takes place in around 1995 so obviously they didn't have smartphones ykyk, I tried to search everything up so it makes sense, if something doesn't fit, I'm very sorry haha

Also this got a bit more paranormal than I wanted to so I'm not sure if I like it, but it took me so long to write it, that I still wanted to post it.

my inspiration:

https://twitter.com/Vira_with_no_V/status/1491834632731508744

https://twitter.com/Vira_with_no_V/status/1490397678055968773

https://twitter.com/Vira_with_no_V/status/1490778943657590785

When he died - Lemon Demon