Lady Luck: Hoodie x Reader

Chapter 19

          "Well, never thought I'd end up here again..."

       Tim muttered to himself under his breath as we got out of the car, glancing around the park with a thoughtful expression. Heat withered the mostly green grass around the parking lot, giving it a brown tint in several patches. Meanwhile, I could see a grouping of tall trees with only dirt below the roots in the distance, giving way to a thick forest behind it.

       "Pretty," I murmured to myself, hitching my backpack over my shoulder.

       "Yeah, well, not so pretty as you'd think." Tim shook his head as he started walking, prompting me to jog after him.

       "Lots of bad memories here, huh?" I asked, and a bitter smirk crossed his face.

       "A few," he replied. "Not like I can remember all of them, though. This is where we filmed a good chunk of Marble Hornets. Alex's project, I mean," he added almost as an afterthought. "Me and Jay never did really remember much about that time. Most of my memories are from visits looking for tapes and information."

       "...I see." I frowned slightly, my mind wandering. Even now, I didn't know what happened to everyone involved in the student film, or Marble Hornets in general. I knew Hoody got shot in the head, but that was it. Tim never did tell me the exact circumstances of everyone's deaths, including Jay.

       My pondering on the subject was suddenly disrupted when Tim abruptly stopped and turned to face me. "Have you unlocked your phone yet?"

       "Uh... no."

       "Thought not. Here." Thrusting something into my hands, I glanced down in surprise to see it was the digital camera we'd retrieved from the hotel safe. "Use it to record video while we look around."

       "Wasn't the battery dead?" I asked with a frown as I pressed the power button, only to pause when the screen lit up.

       "It was, but I found the charger in my room," Tim responded smoothly. "I put in a brand new memory card, too, it should last you a few hours. I can use my cell phone to record." I glanced at the camera thoughtfully for a few moments before raising my head to look at him.

       "Why do we even need to record in the first place? Does it protect us or something?"

       "(Name), think about it for a second. Do you want to risk getting amnesia again and have no evidence of what happened?"

     "...Touché." I shrugged as I slid the camera's strap around my wrist, saying, "Well, lead the way." Rather than walk onward, though, Tim just shook his head with a small smirk that made my heart sink.

       "Oh, no, we're not going together," he told me. "We're splitting up. We'll cover more ground that way."