FIND HIM.

second of all, this blog’s still gonna be up! djsk is my baby and i can’t just abandon it so most likely, it’ll be active from time to time in case i want to post art stuff or drabble stuff.

third of all! as my final sendoff, i’m gonna record myself talking about djsk, my ideas for it, how it came to be, what i scrapped, original concepts, etc etc, later tonight! which means if anyone has any questions, drop them in the inbox and i’ll answer them in the recording

make sure to read event 4 first!

It’s been a couple months since what happened. Even though it only occurred in the span of mere hours, what happened in the laboratory still haunts you. After the lab’s destruction, Urso had escorted all the missing people out. Cold cases now declared closed began to bloom all over the country, family and friends rejoiced. Most didn’t recall what happened to them, but they all recalled a familiar man named Rhys.

You stand here, in front of a closed casket. They recovered what they could of Jared’s body. You mourn for not only him, but others Rhys has taken. For now, though, the service for Jared drawls on. The man at the front talks about the loss of a young, bright kid in the community and how much he’s contributed. When he finishes, the next person comes up, talking about memories he’s shared, both happy and sad. You look around, all gazes attentive, and you’re glad to see familiar faces - one of which being Urso, the ghost of Katherine next to him. He’s so focused on the eulogy that he doesn’t notice you until the last second, giving you a comforting smile before turning back.

By the end of the service, there’s not a single dry eye in the crowd.

As it finishes, you turn away - perhaps you linger, maybe you check your phone, but you don’t miss the spirit standing next to the grave. He smiles at you, waves, points to the casket as if he’s making a joke about it. Dead boy grins before turning, lacing a hand with another spirit next to him.

As the sun sets and people leave, Jared and Mickey, hand in hand, walk off.

warnings for: death, electrocution

buckle in folks.

He's hoping to find out more about the prisoners. He knows there are files on every single one, every person they've been watching. What he isn't expecting is a file with his factory number-- Fx8764-- printed in small, neat letters at the top. He practically rips it open- why would they have a file on a staff member? There's a paper- written in code. Obviously not for his eyes. He disregards it in favor of the only other content in the folder- a small chip. A squip hard drive. (2/?)

As he looks it over, he gingerly touches the side of his head. He has a chip already. He already has a hard drive, so why...? An uneasy feeling rises in his chest as he forms a theory- god, he hopes it isn't the truth. He takes a shaky breath, stands up a little straighter, and marches over to Rhys with eyes full of an unnatural fury. "What is this?" He asks coldly, holding the folder in his hand. He keeps the chip tightly in his hand- he won't let Rhys have it. "What did you do?" (3/3)

Gaze drags up and down, a scowl on Rhys’s features. Urso is an annoyance to him, the baby cousin you’re forced to drag around on outings with your friends. “I replaced it. Are you an idiot?” A cruel laugh -- Rhys bends down patronizingly to meet his gaze, smug smile on his face. “You were defective. I was hoping that a new chip would...fix some of your glitches, but I suppose that wasn’t the case.” 

With one swift motion, the SQUIP swipes the folder from his hand, “it’s a report. I always knew you were too stupid to decode things.” A pause, before an unexpected kick in Urso’s metal stomach, smile lighting his face, “do you believe me as stupid to think I don’t have cameras all over the place?” He keeps his stance steady, lets Urso fall to the ground and keeps him in place with a vice grip. 

“You really are defective.”  He forces the chip out of his hand, takes it with a smile, gives Urso another quick kick to the side before walking off, posture straight.

They give you food every couple of hours. It’s enough to sustain you, but of course, you know the schedule by now, don’t you? It’s been weeks, you know when they feed you, you know the cycle of who feeds you and what kind of SQUIPs feed you, you know the entire schedule by this point.

The tray they give you is different. You don’t know what it is, but you can see in the back, a different kind of metal was welded into it, as if someone took out the back and then replaced it. With a heat source and enough prying, you could probably get it open...

One of the walls is different.

Different from your container, different from every other wall, it’s different. If you banged on it hard enough, it seems to budge just slightly. Wedged in between two glass walls in Rowan’s cell - double layered, one something like trick glass - is a piece of notebook paper. It’s rolled up, and when retrieved and items splayed, you can see the following.