Tim doesn't answer Jay's question, just stands there staring grim-jawed at the walls darkened with water damage as he waits for the idiot to work it out. They're in the lower levels already, a few rooms away from -
Jay's pronouncement gets a flat glare of disbelief.
"Yeah, cause that worked out so well for you last time." Immediately he regrets saying it, because it's not like Jay needs the reminder but whatever, Jay isn't technically real anyway. Maybe Tim should start easing him into it, preparing him for the inevitable. That's really fucking twisted, but he knows what's coming. Every night, every dream, every time it's the same; all replays end with a uniform outcome, set on a different backdrop. Jay bleeds, everything's red, the thing he spent all that time running from looms, and then they're lost in a blaze of torn reality. This one may have seemed more visceral somehow, and the shit that happened in the woods is something he'll be purging from his memory more aggressively than usual (gotten awfully good at conveniently forgetting, hasn't he), but it's a set conclusion. Tim's never meant to effect change on the inevitable result. He's just the unlucky audience.
"You stay behind me," he orders without any enthusiasm whatsoever. It won't do any good. Alex will come up from behind Jay, then, or from a hole in the celing, or Brian will hold Tim down and make him watch it happen, or that fucking thing will forgo pleasantries and simply rope Jay in itself. He's played all the possibilities. There are probably some he hasn't seen yet. Isn't leaning new things fun.
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Jay's pronouncement gets a flat glare of disbelief.
"Yeah, cause that worked out so well for you last time." Immediately he regrets saying it, because it's not like Jay needs the reminder but whatever, Jay isn't technically real anyway. Maybe Tim should start easing him into it, preparing him for the inevitable. That's really fucking twisted, but he knows what's coming. Every night, every dream, every time it's the same; all replays end with a uniform outcome, set on a different backdrop. Jay bleeds, everything's red, the thing he spent all that time running from looms, and then they're lost in a blaze of torn reality. This one may have seemed more visceral somehow, and the shit that happened in the woods is something he'll be purging from his memory more aggressively than usual (gotten awfully good at conveniently forgetting, hasn't he), but it's a set conclusion. Tim's never meant to effect change on the inevitable result. He's just the unlucky audience.
"You stay behind me," he orders without any enthusiasm whatsoever. It won't do any good. Alex will come up from behind Jay, then, or from a hole in the celing, or Brian will hold Tim down and make him watch it happen, or that fucking thing will forgo pleasantries and simply rope Jay in itself. He's played all the possibilities. There are probably some he hasn't seen yet. Isn't leaning new things fun.