#the operator

But this, here, in 1999, is the first time it's REALLY bad.

This is it, They realize, this is the first time the Operator had decided the Orokin... That Ballas, needed to die, and the first time they'd forget, or was it a memory of it, or the reality of it?

Still, they picked up their crying, huddled mass of other self... Arthur... Aoi... Amir...who had it been... Who would it be...

Who was... Who is... Who will be the first safe place, safe person the Operator would... Did wake up as after years asleep, years, decades... Centuries, years forgetting they were even a person at all.

There would be comfort found with that one, the beginning of the first one.

i need to rewatch marble hornets,,,,

my friend group is doing the “do a presentation on random thing” like… trend.. thing ig and i’m doing mine on marble hornets and i’ve been making some straight bullshit for it LOL

"Two childhood best friends, Sarah and Vivienne, attempt to take on the great city of Portland, Oregon in a lighthearted YouTube podcast in an attempt to repair their long-fraught relationship. However, when a deadly mistake they made as children comes back to haunt them in the form of a faceless man and shrouded stalker that infect both their dreams and their waking lives, they must confront one single fact before they face the creature together: they really, truly hate each other.

Like Jessica and Alex being it's grandchild and great grandchild. Tim, perhaps being it's direct offspring, which is why it been so prominent throughout his entire life.

Ships/Characters: can be seen as Jam, can not be! Tim Wright, Jay Merrick, The Operator.

Tags/TWs: angst. talked of/implier physical + mental abuse to child Tim by the hospital staff, the operator is an abusive evil prick, unhealthy dynamics(the operator sees Tim as something to control, a puppet rather than a person. Something that is his.), depersonalisation (tim is referred to as 'it')

POV if applicable: Tims kinda

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“Isn't it horrible what they've done to you?”

The child's soft sniffs and hiccups pause only to look up at the creature looming above.

“You know you should really fight back.”

The child knew it wasn't a suggestion. It shook its head anyway, sniffling. “Can't. I'll get in trouble.” A voice so meek was rare for the little one but it had ran out or bite for now.

“Says who?”

“Says them.”

The creature chuckled. The child didn't see the comedy in the forming bruises on its legs. He loves climbing. They'd say.

“They do not control you, child, I do.”

“No one controls me.” the child frowned and the creature did not take it to heart. “Why did you do it then?”

A clawing feeling in its stomach.

“Do what?”

“Do you not even remember it, Timothy? You truly are a monster.” A laugh. Louder and cruel. Screams. The child turned its upper body quickly where it was sat but there was only a wall behind it though, now it was looking… “Timothy. Pay attention.” A few clicks had it looking back at the faceless tormentor. It swallowed.

“Do what?” It repeated, somehow louder and more unsure. It didn't want the answer. But it asked anyway.

“The ‘accident’, of course.” The creatures head tilted, quick enough to make a snapping noise. The child could practically see the creatures grin.

“I don't…-”

“No, of course you don't, my child. But you will soon. Don't worry, I have you now. And you're never getting free.”

The very idea, the absolute confidence, sent a chill up the child's spine. The room shifted and began to crumble and the child shot to its feet but it was suddenly falling, the creatures laughter distorting into static.