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synthneon2023-11-29 09:38 pm
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oceanview (different path) || ❝ turn the page i need to see something new. ❞
You were there by my side on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try
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Did I walk into a haunted town by accident? Is she a ghost? Or something worse than a ghost, if she's being controlled by something.
[ He can't help but think all of this sounds like something from a bad horror movie. ]
I'm guessing I should just know what she is, but- [ He shakes his head. Maybe he's stupid. Maybe he's not as up to speed on spooky lore as he should be. ]
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[ Jesse let's go of the wheel in order to reach over for her bag. The car remains stationary, but there still seems to be no danger near them. She opens it, pulling out the stack of dimly glowing papers. Her finds mixed with the ones Alan found. Maybe she'll put them in order like a story for him.
It might help.
She flips through the pages, and then hands him one and then another. A hesitation is in the motion, as if she expects him to reject the notion of it all.
She frowns slightly. ] I know you don't remember writing the story. But, I think we should start relying on what you wrote. We might be able to save your wife if we do.
[ Then, a gentle voice comes to Alan's mind. One he should recongize--it's Jesse's after all. Older, more assured, from a dream.
『 I learned how the manuscript pages work from you. I'm pretty sure you can already tell how what's happening matches what's typed on the pages. Well, it's real. You know it is....
...What's real and what people want to perceive is different. Really different...
Ask me--when you wake up. It's 2010, right? I'll know what you mean if you ask. 』]
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[ Or a story that lures people in until it's too late and then destroys them. But I'll stop that from happening. It won't destroy me, or Alice, or Jesse. Somehow, I'll stop it. I don't know how I'll do that, but I'll figure that out as I go.
He watches as Jesse reaches for her bag and begins to search through it until she pulls out a stack of papers. He takes the pages she hands him and begins to read. Realization begins to dawn on him, showing on his face, as he continues reading. ]
The Dark Presence... yeah, that's familiar. That's what's making people do crazy things and act all violent. And that must be what's pulling the strings here. It's- it's inside Barbara Jagger, if I can believe what's on these pages. [ I have to believe them, don't I? I have to trust what's written on them. It's not like I have anything else to go off of. ]
I-
[ He silences abruptly when he hears that familiar, gentle voice. It's Jesse's, but it's different. The words are familiar too, however, and it confirms for him that he can trust the words on the pages without having to worry too much. ]
All right. I think you're right, and these pages are our best bet. [ Especially since something's screwed around with my memory. ]
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