Everything is Fine - Reader x Tim Wright

The following day you pulled back up to Tim's house after taking a trip to the store. You walked up to the house, pulled out a box, and slid it into your pocket. You knocked on the door and Tim opened it while holding Jay's camera.

"My chest-mounted camera is broken so I am stuck with using Jay's."

He closed the door behind you and walked over to the couch. As soon as the two of you sat down and you could tell something's wrong.

"You heard the gunshot yesterday right?"He said while pulling the laptop onto his lap.

"I did. What happened?"

He didn't respond, but he just handed the laptop with the footage from Jay's camera displayed.

"How did we not see him go inside?"

"I think he went in after we ran out to the car the first time yesterday."

The two of you kept watching the video until the end. You will admit that you and Jay didn't always see eye to eye but you still felt sad. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

"Is he dead?" you ask.

"I want to hold out hope but it seems like what happened to the man in the tunnel happened to Jay. It gets worse"

He played a second video of Jay talking to himself about how they needed to work together and how he was sorry. You felt tears stream down your face as Tim wrapped an arm around you.

"He died alone and scared."

"We don't know that for sure."

Tim stood up and grabbed his keys.

"Where are you going?"

"Back."

"Back? To Benedict Hall?"

"Yep"

"Wait shouldn't we wait? What if Alex is waiting for you?"

"Good."

He grabbed Jay's knife from when he attacked Tim.

"We have to act fast. Stay here and keep your phone on."

"What if what happened before happens again?"

"I need to do this."

He took your car keys and left as fast as he could before you could protest. You were stuck in Tim's house alone with no keys. You walked over to the bathroom and took out the small box containing two small sticks. You had noticed that you had been feeling off in the mornings but you had just assumed it was part of the sickness that came from the faceless figure. That was until you noticed you were two weeks late on your period.

After you took the two tests you sat them on the sink and took a shower. You internally panicked about what you may learn after you stepped out of the shower. It's not like you didn't want to have kids but you knew this was the worst possible time. What if Tim gets killed? What if whatever is affecting Tim and you affects your potential child? How would Tim react? You lathered the soap into your hair as a thousand questions flooded your mind.

You knew if you told Tim right away he would refuse to let you follow him out at all on his search. All you wanted to do was help but you also realize how reckless it would be to put yourself and your baby in danger. You washed out the soap and started to dry off. You stepped out of the shower and picked up both of the sticks and looked at the little symbols.

"Fuck."

Both read positive.

Later on the same night, you heard the front door twist open.

"It's just me."

You had just woken up on the couch. You quickly stood up off the couch and hid the tests that were just sitting on the table. He walked over to the kitchen and you could see blood dripping from his nose as he reached into the fridge for a beer.

"You want one?" he said in a monotone voice.

"No. What happened?"

"I don't remember. I remember getting the hall and then waking up in a field near the hospital."

He stepped away from the kitchen and grabbed the laptop off the table.

"Maybe you should rest first before you look through the footage."

"No, I have a feeling something big happened. My body aches as if I fought someone and I woke up with a second tape."

He uploaded the contents of the tapes to the laptop. The two of you saw everything. The hooded man dying, what appears to be Tim being teleported to various locations, the faceless man, and learning the hooded man was Brian.

"Do you remember hearing anything or seeing anything in here?"

"No, I took a nap on the couch."

"Do you remember going to lay down?"

You paused and thought for a moment.

"No... the last thing I remember was getting out of the shower."

There was a silence between the two of you until you spoke up.

"So...Brian..."

Tim looked down at his hands and raised them to his face.

"He was my first real friend and I killed him."

"You couldn't have known and he clearly wanted you to suffer."

"That was because I dragged him into this mess."

"How could you have known back then?"

"I," he paused to think, "I couldn't have..."

"What do we do now? Alex is still out there."

"We bait him out."