The Static In Your Eyes - Tim Wright x Reader

I had been coughing a lot lately. There was an itch in my lungs. I couldn't seem to get out or breathe it away. I chalked it up to having been around Jay for the past few weeks. Perhaps he had given me a cold. It took a good week and a half of Jay offering rides at the end of my shifts and having him over at my apartment before I finally trusted him enough to let him lead me into the desolate woods. Even then, it was still a bit unsettling, just less about Jay and more, the fact that I constantly had some sort of sense of being watched. I never vocalized these concerns to Jay, thinking about how he'd probably laugh it off.

That first week of having him over wasn't eventful in the slightest, just speaking about the production of Marble Hornets and whoever was also there, which is when I admitted how foggy my memory was of who might have been, and where we went. He could only nod and agree that it too was something he struggled with when it came to the duration of that time. He eventually did come out and tell me about the collection of Marble Hornets tapes Alex had given him about a year ago. He confided in me that there were a few tapes that he went through to observe involving him, and even me, that he didn't ever remember actually happening. I couldn't stop my brow from shooting up and a string of words slipping off my tongue. "Can I watch them?"

That had been the first night Jay stayed overnight at my apartment, showing me a few innocent tapes of Marble Hornets, lots of behind the scenes and funny activities. Despite the initial friendly aura of said tapes, I couldn't stop the alarm bells in my brain from causing havoc when I watched them, like there were dark undertones only my body could remember. That night with Jay, I brushed it off as nostalgia and finally having saw the memories that had been locked away in the prison of my skull. I had pointed out Tim internally to myself, but I had to be reminded of who Brian was multiple times. I had racked and searched my brain for that name, Brian Brian, Brian, but nothing came to mind. Before I could have finished the Find Brian game in my head, Jay had spoken up about wanting to head into the woods. I declined at first until the rest of the week was over.

That's how we ended up where we are now, our shoes crunching our way through Rosswood Park and through the trees. The sky was a calm shade of blue when I looked up, not a single cloud in sight as I followed where Jay led me. I didn't really speak or even respond with anything but hums of acknowledgment when Jay rambled to me, obviously more interested in recording. My eyes were too busy sucking in our surrounding area, trying to take mental pictures of the scenery to store away for memory lane later. Jay had taken me a few other places before, some places in town, so this was the first time he had taken me to one of the abandoned sets recorded by Alex. I constantly had this gut feeling that I had been here before. A feeling that I've walked this exact route to where we were headed. It was unnerving to say the least, especially I still have yet to meet Alex again since college. Jay had told me Alex had taken him and Jessica, another individual who worked on the movie, to this exact location just the other day. It was incredibly far into the trees, but we made it. There it stood, a surprisingly sturdy seeming structure for being considered abandoned. The exterior was painted a grey color, and one wall gaping open, it was being suspended by wooden pillars. I let my brows tense together into a look of what could be described as worry, letting it glare into the building from behind Jay's stature. "This doesn't look very safe, Jay." I was concerned by how not abandoned the building felt, it was full of scrap wood and agriculture supplies. He shrugged and moved further along and into the place that resembled a barn. "Yeah, well I know its structurally sound, me and Alex were here fucking around a few days ago." His voice had turned a bit sour when the name Alex left his mouth, as if he were worried or angry. The tone of his voiced didn't ease my nerves, instead making my face scrunch up a bit more, nearly protesting the forgiving thoughts I almost had for Jay. "Where is Alex? And Jessica? I haven't met her yet." The hand that wasn't holding his camera puppeting up in the air so I could see it over his shoulder, dismissively waving my questions off in a way that made my curiosity seem small. "Probably home, I know I haven't seen Jessica since that night, she gets pretty busy." My face finally relaxed from being tense, however it didn't stop the empty feeling of suspicion forming in the pit of my stomach, I knew Jay wasn't being super truthful to me, I could tell. It made me wonder about his intentions, if he was actually interested in the movie, just considering how it wasn't being brought up much. "Is this where you're thinking of filming a few scenes?"