❕❔[THE FIRST RECORDING]
They wake up with a start. They tried to get a feel of the world around them but simply felt.. nothing. They rose to their feet, taking a second to look around. But the more that they looked around: the more they realized that their face felt like it was burning. They placed a hand on the right side of their face only to pull back with some kind of inky substance. They immediately wiped it off on their clothes, one hand wiping, one straightened out their vest, the other-
Wait. The other?
They realized that: huh. There were two more arms attached to the sides of their stomach. They shivered at the feeling of it. Commanding the arms to stay loose before they puke. They continued to walk around in this void. Some parts of the void had stuff like doors, puddles of water, vines that lead to god knows where, a invitation to a masquerade party. They choose to ignore it as their foot touched something on the floor
On the floor was a cassette player. Scribbled on it with paint on one side was two red exclamation points. The other side had a logo that they couldn’t quite place the name of it yet. They picked it up and put on the headphones as they continued to walk around, listening to the lady on the other side.
“Oh I hope it does. The best kind of death is one that's broadcast all over the world, nobody could forget something like that.”
They smiled. Hm, a legacy. How fun. As they continued their stroll, they found another object on the floor. What looked like to be a small comic book. They flipped the pages showing 4 different characters in various locations. A hospital, a standup bar, an arcade, a hotel, and an ice cream shop. The final frame being a heartfelt hug between a father and his kid. They put it in their pocket for later.
Their walk came to a end where what they saw was a table. On the table was a microphone with a glowing red sign above it saying: “Interview Questions.” They looked over at the desk as the headphones kicked in again. On the desk was a sheet of paper.
“Rules:” “Tell me what I want to know.”
From the shadows, several voices spoke up. Some small, some large. All being overly protective of someone. Some group.
(A grip dug into their shoulders.)
They needed to feel safe for once.
(The nails cut through his clothes and punctured skin, digging further.)
And he would do anything to get there.
(THEIR sharp teeth stretched into a smile.)
(And Interrobang smiled back.)
They pressed down on the red button on the mic. Feedback ringing through the void as a side of them spoke.
“Everyone is probably going to get mad but ima give you an approximate location.”
