Lady Luck: Hoodie x Reader

Chapter 25

Unpublished tape—Transcript

[13:34] Tim is walking through woods. The Red Tower comes into sight.
[13:58] Tim: "Fucking finally..."
Tim jogs over and starts walking around the building. The camera zooms in on the graffiti on the walls.
[14:23] Tim: "Heh... Glad to see teenagers still like to hang out at park...s..."
Tim trails off. The phone falls to ground and lands with the camera face-down, the screen going dark.
[14:31] Tim: "...No, no, no, this... this can't be... this..."
Tim falls silent. Nothing is heard in the background.
[15:43] Tim picks up the phone and runs.

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       Walking through the dark underground hallways with only the flash from his cell phone to illuminate his way, it was only natural Tim felt uneasy. Cockroaches and rats probably scattered in the darkness where the light couldn't reach, and he couldn't tell if he actually saw something move from the corner of his eye or if it was just his paranoia. And given his situation, he had plenty of reasons to feel paranoid.

       Moving slowly, Tim warily surveyed his surroundings until he finally reached the basement room from the videos. Memories of the photo-covered wall and the message waiting on the folding chair made him pause, and after a moment he slowly shined his phone's light around the room. There wasn't much to see this time, no photos or ominous messages anywhere. Something on the floor gleamed as the light passed over it though, and he unconsciously aimed the phone at it.

       Scattered on the cement floor were a couple scraps of shiny, dark blue fabric, reflecting the light as he stared at it. Freezing at the sight, Tim's stomach sank and he slowly walked over, bending down to pick one up to take a closer look. Though he didn't know the exact name, he recognized the synthetic scrap of fabric it as the type of material typically used in sleeping bags—just like the one in the video. As he studied it he noted that while the edges were somewhat jagged, they weren't exactly rough.

       Probably a knife, he thought grimly, imagining a silver blade tearing through the sleeping bag—no... He wasn't just imagining it, he was remembering.

       An involuntary shudder ran down his spine as he recalled the video of himself sleeping in this room—the parts that he hadn't shown (Name). Static cutting into the screen, the image distorting as he suddenly rose from the air mattress and walked out of the room. Hours passing by after his departure, the image cutting out at times... And then—

       Tim abruptly ended the memory there and pushed the thought away, shaking his head. No, he could think about that later. For now, he shined his phone's light around the room, searching for any more clues. There had to be something else down here, any lead at all...

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       My hands trembled as I held the partially unwrapped mask, doubting my eyes even as I stared at it. The white base. The feminine-looking black lips and eyes. The perfectly arched eyebrows. So simple and unimposing in design, yet knowing its origin and history left me with a sense of terror that made my blood run cold.

       Hoody was not the only masked stranger to terrorize Jay in Marble Hornets. Before him another masked man held that honor, chasing Jay through an abandoned house and watching him as he slept. Fans gave him the moniker "Masky", speculating about his identity until eventually Jay and Alex managed to subdue and unmask him. And of course, his identity was revealed to be Tim—a fact even Tim himself didn't know because he didn't control his Masky personality.