Marble Hornets Your POV

P3. A car drive?

"Um, Y/N?" Tim says, sounding worried. "How did you get that scar on your back?"

I look at him, confused. "What scar?" I ask.

He grabs a mirror and shows me the scar on my back. "I don't know how I got it; I didn't even know it was there."

"It looks like it's been a while since you got it because it's totally healed," Tim says.

"What is it?" I ask.

"It looks like a circle with an 'X' in it. I've seen it multiple times before. I think it has something to do with that thing," he explains.

Tim continues to help me with the wound on my stomach.

"What if—" Jay starts to say.

"We'll figure that out later," Brian says, walking into the room with food. "First, we're going to eat," he says with a smile. It seems like he heard part of the conversation.

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We finish our food after a while. "Thanks, Brian, it was delicious!" I say, feeling happy. "I haven't eaten this well in a long time!"

Brian smiles and says, "Thanks, Y/N. Finally, someone who likes my food," with a joking tone, looking at Tim and Jay.

"Jeez, Brian, your food is always good. You know that," Tim says, laughing at Brian.

We all start laughing and talking again. After a while, Jay looks at the clock. "It's already 1 a.m.," he says.

I stand up. "Then I think I should be on my way."

"Where do you want to go? It's 1 a.m., and we're not letting you go outside in the dark alone. And your wound isn't healed; it will take a while. You can sleep in the guest room if you want," Tim says.

I smile. They care about me. It's been a while since I've felt that feeling. It's nice. "Alright, thank you, guys," I say, feeling happy.

"No problem, Y/N," they reply.

"Goodnight, guys. Thanks for helping me and letting me stay here!"

"It's really no problem at all. Goodnight, Y/N. Get some good rest!" Brian and Tim say cheerfully.

Jay leads me to the guest room. While I put my stuff down, Jay says, "Here are some earplugs if you want. These guys can snore like wild bears hunting at night."

Me and Jay both start laughing. "Thanks, Jay. Goodnight!" I say.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replies, closing the door behind him.

I flop onto the bed, close my eyes, and fall asleep.

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I wake up to the peaceful sound of birds chirping outside the window and the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. I put on my normal clothes and walk to the living room.

"Someone got summoned by the smell of bacon and eggs," Tim says, sitting on the couch and watching TV.

I laugh. "Good morning, Tim."

"Good morning to you too, Y/N," he replies, still smiling.

I sit next to him on the couch and start watching TV as well. Jay and Brian are busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Tim, Y/N, food's ready!" Jay calls from the kitchen.

Tim looks at me with a serious expression. "Bet I'm faster in the kitchen than you are, Y/N!"

"I bet not," I tease.

We stare at each other, and suddenly, I start running to the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/N, that's not fair! I wasn't ready yet!" Tim yells, running after me.

"See, I told you I'm faster, Tim," I say, laughing and out of breath.

"But you didn't play fair!" Tim mutters.

"You didn't say when or start, so it's kind of your own fault," I laugh even harder.

"Yeah, but come onnnn!" Tim says, laughing too.

"Here you go, children. Breakfast," Brian says, handing us our plates.

"Hey, I'm not a child!" Tim protests, jokingly.

"Yeah, you are," Jay says softly, but loud enough for Tim to hear.

We all start laughing and dig into our breakfast.

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After breakfast, I head to the room where I'm staying. I just need some time to myself. I'm not used to being around people for such long stretches anymore. I plug my earphones into my MP3 player, put on some music, and start drawing in my sketchbook for a few hours.

Someone knocks on the door. Jay walks in. "Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You've been in here for a while. Do you need anything?"

"Hey, Jay, yeah, I'm doing fine! I'm just drawing and have some work to do on my laptop. I don't need anything, thanks!" I reply.

"Alright, if you need anything, just come to us! Good luck, Y/N!"

"Thank you, Jay," I say as he closes the door.

They are all so nice to me. It's strange, but I feel like I'm finally at ease; I've found my peace here already. I go back to my drawing and, after a while, return to working on my laptop. Around 5:30 p.m., I hear someone in the hall.

"Y/N, dinner's ready!" Brian calls.

I open the door and walk to the living room. I sit on the couch next to them, watching TV while eating, just like the others. After dinner, Tim grabs our plates and starts doing the dishes.

Brian looks at me and asks, "Y/N, maybe we can go to the store and get some groceries? We're running out."

"Yeah, sure! Good idea," I reply.

"Good idea, Brian. We basically have nothing left," Tim says from the kitchen.

While Brian and I are getting ready to go to the store, Tim writes out a grocery list with everything we need.

"Jay, Tim, do you want anything specific?" we ask.

"Nah, we're good, thanks," Tim says as he hands us the list.

"If you guys want anything from the store, just buy it!" Tim says.

"We will!" Brian replies.

It's 7 p.m., and we both get into Brian's car and drive to the store that's about 20 minutes away. Something feels off, like something bad is about to happen.

"Brian, do you have the feeling that something's going to happen? Something not so good?" I ask.

"Yeah, I have the same feeling. We should just be careful," Brian replies.

We arrive at the store and walk inside. We pick up everything on the list and treat ourselves to something nice as well. As we walk outside, it's already getting pretty dark, but that doesn't bother us. Brian loads the groceries into the trunk. He then stops and says, "Maybe we could go to the city to get some ice cream or something? I'm really in the mood for ice cream, and the city's close by."

"Yeah, sounds fun! I could use some ice cream as well," I reply. I text Tim to let him know we're heading to the city for ice cream, and he's fine with that.

We drive for 10 minutes and arrive in the city. Brian parks the car in an underground garage because it's much cheaper than street parking. The garage is pretty empty, so it's easy to find a spot for the car. We walk out of the garage and into the city, where we get some delicious ice cream. We wander into a few other stores just for fun and look at some stuff, but don't end up buying much.
Some time passes, and Brian glances at his watch. "It's getting really late; we should head back," he says.

"Yeah, that's smart," I agree.

As we head back into the garage, we both have the unsettling feeling that something is watching us. Brian and I exchange uneasy glances and quickly walk to the parked car. We drive toward the exit of the garage, which is pretty small but wide enough for a car. From down here, you can't really see outside.

We're almost at the exit when, to our surprise, something strange happens.