[ He says her name and she takes a step back against him. The hand holding his tights to a protective hold. If Scratch is here to get to Alan? Then, he will need to go through her first.
« No, no. That's not right either. He's not really here... is he? Despite how real it felt? It was like an echo. A recording. Something that already happened. Was it between the loops? How... how did he find me? He caught me--has caught me. Us. Thrown us back to the start? I'm not sure I understand. When was I running from Scratch? »
She can still feel the ice cold feeling on her back, despite pushing against Alan. That feeling that Scratch is there in the room, gleeful at it all, grabbing her arm to pull her into the Darkness. He isn't, of course, but the echo curls through the Hotline.
« It's not an echo. We're resonating the same way to keep memories between the loops. Pieces of moments filtering through realities to be remembered. We're on the same frequency that we were. That's how... but why? »
『 So... you know me, but not me. Another me. This story really is insane. 』
Jesse's gaze moves in front of her at the sound of the different voice on the Hotline. Alan's voice. She can see him in front of her... but he's younger. In the jacket she knows so well and loves seeing him in. She feels the weight of his hand against the one holding the Service Weapon.
Then, he's gone. The weight of his hand is gone.
The icy chill remains. Her hold on her Alan remains.
The wound on her head begins to pound.
『 This is MY story. If you won't get out of it? Then, youre like everything else. Money, fame, love, accpetance, Alice. YOU. 』
Jesse feels a bolt of terror move through her then. Despite standing to the Darkness of the morgue? She takes that step back to Alan. Her back presses against his front and the hand holding his begins to shake.
« Turn it off! Turn the Hotline off! Please, please, you can't let him in. You can't let IT in. That's the same feeling from the room he writes in. The feeling of It trying to get in--but it's him. It's Scratch. You have to block it out! »
Polaris flares up around Jesse. Her head ducks to the side, the hand with the Service Weapon grabbing at her head. She folds over, letting go of Alan's hand the moment her knees hit the ground. Both hands press to the flooring under her as if to channel her friend. ]
Alan... he's--he's here. I don't know how, but--
[ 『 JESS. Make it easy! Stop fighting me! 』
Her head throbs in agony and she lowers it feeling blood run down her cheek.
« Stop it. Stop it. Stop it...!! »
Her voice cracks as she feels pressure in her own head build. ] Alan!
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« No, no. That's not right either. He's not really here... is he? Despite how real it felt? It was like an echo. A recording. Something that already happened. Was it between the loops? How... how did he find me? He caught me--has caught me. Us. Thrown us back to the start? I'm not sure I understand. When was I running from Scratch? »
She can still feel the ice cold feeling on her back, despite pushing against Alan. That feeling that Scratch is there in the room, gleeful at it all, grabbing her arm to pull her into the Darkness. He isn't, of course, but the echo curls through the Hotline.
« It's not an echo. We're resonating the same way to keep memories between the loops. Pieces of moments filtering through realities to be remembered. We're on the same frequency that we were. That's how... but why? »
『 So... you know me, but not me. Another me. This story really is insane. 』
Jesse's gaze moves in front of her at the sound of the different voice on the Hotline. Alan's voice. She can see him in front of her... but he's younger. In the jacket she knows so well and loves seeing him in. She feels the weight of his hand against the one holding the Service Weapon.
Then, he's gone. The weight of his hand is gone.
The icy chill remains. Her hold on her Alan remains.
The wound on her head begins to pound.
『 This is MY story. If you won't get out of it? Then, youre like everything else. Money, fame, love, accpetance, Alice. YOU. 』
Jesse feels a bolt of terror move through her then. Despite standing to the Darkness of the morgue? She takes that step back to Alan. Her back presses against his front and the hand holding his begins to shake.
« Turn it off! Turn the Hotline off! Please, please, you can't let him in. You can't let IT in. That's the same feeling from the room he writes in. The feeling of It trying to get in--but it's him. It's Scratch. You have to block it out! »
Polaris flares up around Jesse. Her head ducks to the side, the hand with the Service Weapon grabbing at her head. She folds over, letting go of Alan's hand the moment her knees hit the ground. Both hands press to the flooring under her as if to channel her friend. ]
Alan... he's--he's here. I don't know how, but--
[ 『 JESS. Make it easy! Stop fighting me! 』
Her head throbs in agony and she lowers it feeling blood run down her cheek.
« Stop it. Stop it. Stop it...!! »
Her voice cracks as she feels pressure in her own head build. ] Alan!