Lady Luck: Hoodie x Reader

Chapter 16

[0:00] Video opens with footage of Tim driving a car down a road.
[0:04] White text appears over the image.
'It's been three months since the last video was posted.
Yesterday I woke up in an unfamiliar car with no memory of the past two and a half months.
And I wasn't alone.'
[0:18] Scene changes to show a female in the passenger seat holding a phone, the camera angle cutting her head out of the shot. She groans in audible frustration and drops the phone.
[0:21–0:28]
Tim: "So still don't know the password?"
Lady Luck: "Hell no."
[0:29] Black screen. White text appears.
'My friend was in the passenger seat and also had no memory.
Out of respect for her wishes for privacy, I'm going to call her Lady Luck.
After posting the last video we'd split up and agreed to never meet again, for our own safety.
For the record, she didn't have a cell phone when we last saw each other. She doesn't know the password.'
[0:51-1:02] Footage of Tim walking through unknown woods plays. Tim pauses to look around before turning to the camera.
[1:09-1:26]
Tim: "Yeah, I think it was around here I lost him."
Female Voice off-screen: "And you don't know where he went?"
Tim: "No, I didn't see that."
[1:27] Screen goes to black with white text.
'When we woke up in the car, the hooded man was in the back seat.
He ran off into the woods. I tried to follow him, but lost him.'
[1:43] Tim is sitting in a hotel room, sorting through a clear plastic bag of memory cards. White text appears over the image.
'After finding the nearest town we found out we were already checked into a local hotel.
There was a safe in the room with a digital camera and a bag full of memory cards.
None of them are labeled.'
[1:57] Scene changes to show Tim sitting in front of a laptop, inserting a memory card into it before screen goes black.
[2:01] White text appears.
'We have a lot of footage to watch. We might post something, might not.
Either way though, we're still stuck in this mess.
We failed to get out.'

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     Chugging down what little remained in the water bottle, I screwed the cap back on and set it to the side so I could refill it later. No point wasting a brand-new bottle just because I finished off what was already inside. Maybe that mindset came from being homeless and having little money to spend on multiple bottles of water, but now throwing it away just felt wasteful.

     Not that my reasoning for not throwing away the bottle particularly matters. It just turned out thinking about it was WAY more interesting than watching the footage.

     Marble Hornets videos were always so short. The longest ones are probably about fifteen minutes, if that, while the shortest ones didn't even last a minute. There's no "filler" in there like TV shows, no useless information that doesn't matter. Only necessary scenes and information are shown, the episodes just kept straight to the point without messing around.

     The only reason they were so short and concise, though, was because Jay, Tim and Hoody edited the footage.

     Hours of useless video and information were stored on the memory cards we found in the safe. While watching them it quickly became clear that during the past two and a half months, Tim and I had recorded everything—and I mean everything. Sleeping in hotels. Driving in total silence. Walking through woods or parks. Having breakfast at local restaurants.

Hours.

And hours.

Of nothing.
 

     "Did you have to watch this much footage when everything was just on tape?" I grumbled on day four of the marathon as I skipped through another video of me sleeping.