track two | text/audio;

[hopediesalone]

[there is what looks distinctly like a hardwood floor. and attempts at writing in blood on it. that's a network number, anyway. those of you who remember this sort of thing might remember it as belonging to a recent arrival to the Secret Numbers Club.

whatever effort that was to accomplish was quickly abandoned a few scribbled attempts at letters in. Blues managed to get back to his laptop, groping around his desk to make his way. he clenched his jaw to keep himself from screaming again as another wave of agony hits from where his eyes used to be. it felt like something was pushing its way in.

remembering he'd left it open on a fresh Word doc, he enters his number. he'd rarely been so glad for touch typing. before he types anything else, the network will be greeted with another barely-restrained scream. he doesn't trust himself to speak right now.]

blind

eyes arje gone cant see

bledidng

something;s psuhging ina can;'t call for help

[he's got new eyes coming in and he has no fucking idea what's happening to him.]

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[playerspooker]

[Well, she don't see anything directly, but what's presented makes it easy to put two and two together.]

OH HOLY HELL, DUDE!

'UNPLEASANT SIDE EFFECTS' MY ASS, THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN UNDERSTATEMENT.

[Yeeeeeeah time to kill that video and go back to hoping that she doesn't have any kind of shit like this happen to her.]