Tobias (he/him)

“Holy shit.” Emery stared at the blacked-out screen in front of them. “I…I would’ve believed you without this footage, but…fuck.”

“This is all I have.” Avery sighed. “And I don’t remember anything beyond when the footage blacks out. Not clearly anyways.” He remembered the last couple of minutes, and Derek’s letter to him.

He moved to shut the laptop, but Emery grabbed his wrist.

“Wait.” Emery’s hands moved to the trackpad and moved the little bar at the bottom of the screen. “This random string of keyboard vomit feels intentional.” He pointed to the string of characters Derek left. Avery had no idea what it was. “Can I try something?”

“Sure.”

Emery copied down each letter and number exactly, into his notes app. “It kinda looks like part of a URL.” He looked back at the screen for a second before tapping his phone a couple of times. His eyes widened before slowly handing his phone to Avery.

“…What the hell is The D.M.S.?”

I was really excited to read this book because it was a queer (sapphic) kink/erotic horror adaptation of The King in Yellow and it takes place in Queens, NYC (I live in NYC). Also the plot was really interesting when I read it. But it's just... boring me.

The gates.

Clear as day.

Avery took a step closer to it, hand on the elevator door. He ignored how sticky it felt. He had to with what his mind was to process the sight in front of him.

This shouldn’t be real.

Everything was silent. The annoying hum of the fluorescent lights was gone, the mechanical whirring of the pulley system seemed to halt. The only noise was the sound of Avery’s heartbeat. Too loud, too frantic.

This can’t be real.

Yet the stickiness between his fingers and the cold chill hitting his face as the gates opened was all so very real.

The gates were opening.

Oh god they were opening.

Chapter 4 is out!