also a less yelly req for bray being creepy and possessive of each other.. ive done it but atlas flavor
set in an undetermined time frame post season 2 but before hes teamed up with tim in season 3, may be a bit of canon divergence because im taking it a bit further than the actual videos went
gets to be implied nsft towards the end. let me know if i should make a part two? enjoy!
Jay had a few thoughts. He would like to share them in numbered order.
He was sick of tapes. No more tapes. Please, god.
He was sick of cameras. He didn't want to record anything else.
He was really, really fucking SICK of totheark.
Totheark was the bane of Jay's existence. He hated their cryptic videos, he hated the codes and clues, and he hated that stupid hood.
Most of all, he hated how obsessed with them he was.
It was three in the morning, he had the camera aimed at himself, and he had been working on a cypher for five hours. It was late. He was exhausted. His head was a little fuzzy from lack of sleep. And then, of course, the hooded man had to message him again.
Jay glared at his computer screen. The hooded man did this sometimes. Twitter dms. Totheark and Marble Hornets. The best of friends.
'NO.' Jay typed back, then went back to the code he had going.
Jay glared harder. 'Fuck off.' He hated when totheark did this. It felt like being taunted. Made fun of.
The hair on the back of Jay's neck stood on end, and he immediately whipped around, staring at the window of the hotel room. The curtains were drawn tightly together. There was no way the hooded man could be able to see through them. Where else?
He turned around the other way, scanning the hotel room. A camera somewhere? Was he bugged? Or maybe the peep hole?
He got up and walked to the door, peeking through the tiny glass hole in it. No one was on the other side. He rubbed his head and walked back to the desk, sitting back down. Another message had come through.
Jay gritted his teeth. 'You are such a fucking asshole. I hate you. I hope you know I legitimately hate you. I don't care about your stupid codes and I don't care about anything you have to tell me.'
Jay slammed his laptop shut, scratching his neck and hunching back over the cypher.
And he didn't think about totheark. He didn't.
He opened the laptop back up.
'Can I at least have a hint?'
He tapped his fingers anxiously on the desk. A moment later, a reply came through.
GOOD NIC3 BOYS GET HINTS. YOU 4RE NOT G0OD OR NICE.
Jay sucked in a breath. 'What?'
Jay swallowed thickly, eyes retracing the line of text over and over. Another message came.
I B3T NO ONE HAS FUCKED YOU IN S0 LONG.
His hands trembled as he typed a response. 'You're insane. Why would I want you?'
BECAUSE I MAKE YOU FEEL INSANE TOO.
Jay shivered. 'Shut up. No you don't.'
I MAKE YOU B4D AND M3AN AND CRAZY. AND YOU L0VE IT.
'I hate how you make me feel.'
SUR3 YOU DO. THATS WHY Y0U KEEP COMING BACK TO M3. ONLY M3.
He squirmed in his chair, and nudged the cypher away, pulling the laptop closer.
'How do I make you feel?'
LIKE A WILD FUCKING ANIMAL.
Jay made a tiny noise in the back of his throat. His pupils were dilated and the bags under them felt heavier than usual. He was so tired he felt dizzy. He was sweating. He might be getting sick. He was hanging onto each of totheark's words like a line was hooked through him and being pulled tighter and tighter.
HOW AB0UT THIS. I FUCK YOU. AND TH3N GIVE YOU A H1NT.
Jay didn't even have to think about it.
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