He should've never opened the box.
(Hey this is my first wattpad story, I'm really excited for Generation Loss lol, I hope you enjoy reading this :D)
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"That was weird... That figure from the first tape me and Ran watched was there." Aismey said aloud. Tubbo nodded in agreement before looking over at Ranboo.
"Ranboo, who's the founder of Soot Inc?" Tubbo walked over to him and stared at the computer screen.
Ranboo searched up that exact question and the name 'Robert Soot' popped up. He first established Soot Inc in 1981, though really in 1982 the company gained popularity due to more and more people wanting touch-tone telephones in their homes. Robert ran Soot Inc until he, unfortunately, died in a car crash after 5 years of running the company. His ownership was then passed onto his son, Wilbur Soot who ran the company as far as 1987 and was found in his bedroom hanging with a rope tied around his neck, dead. Some thought he did it from the stress of running Soot Inc, but some thought he had gone mad. They mainly thought this because he'd been caught frequently talking to himself which is normal on occasion but he'd talk to himself as if he was speaking to another person in the room, although the room would be just him, alone. Wilbur would also talk about horrific dreams he's had and things he saw that concerned others. Wilbur was then interviewed in late 1986 when he was asked questions about his hallucinations which made the public label him as insane. Once Wilbur passed, the company thrived in the ownership of another man named Alex Raptor.
"A dude named Robert Soot. The ownership was then passed to his son, Wilbur Soot." Ranboo replied. Tubbo quickly read over the paragraph Ranboo had opened and then clapped.
"I think I got it!" He exclaimed. "So, Wilbur owned Soot Inc for like- a year or two, and for that time he'd been hallucinating maybe he tried filming himself just to prove what he saw was real and to prove he wasn't crazy. Though, I think the figure in the closet was edited in. Maybe in the end he was tired of it all and y'know, killed himself." Tubbo explained.
Ranboo thought for a moment, before turning to Tubbo, "Yeah.. that kinda makes sense. It'd be a struggle to be called crazy everywhere you'd go." He said as he got out of his chair to stretch. "But what I'm wondering is where did he get the hallucinations? What started it all?"
"Maybe he had like an undiagnosed disease or something?" Aimsey suggested.
"It's a possibility, we can find out if he had any disorders or something." Tubbo said, taking a seat next to Aimsey. She was sitting on the ground, her back resting on the frame of Ranboo's bed.
"Well the tape was in a box that had something to do with the Lostfield incident, maybe it has something to do with it?" Ranboo suggested as he sat back down in his seat and spun around.
"Perhaps, but I think we should just call it a day for now. It's like 8 PM and I have gymnastics at like 6 AM tomorrow and I don't want to be grumpy in the morning." Tubbo said as he got up and grabbed his backpack from a corner of Ranboo's room.
"Yeah, I should probably be taking my leave too. It's been fun!" Aimsey smiled, grabbing her bag from the same pile.
"Alright, I'll see you guys later! Bye!" Ranboo waved at the two as they walked out of his room. Once he heard his front door shut he looked back at his computer screen. He tried to think of something that can link Lostfield and Wilbur, but he couldn't think of anything that connected the two.
Ranboo sighed and got out of his chair and took a seat on his bed, he looked over and out his window and saw moving trucks. Someone's moving into his neighborhood, cool! He had the desire to go check out Lostfield again, maybe there's something else there. Maybe another clue was there waiting for him, he needed to know. And so, Ranboo sprung out of his seat and grabbed his phone and headphones, and left his house, heading to Lostfield park.
Unfortunately, the park was around a 2-hour walk away from Ranboo's home but he didn't mind, music took him there and it can take him again. Ranboo opened Spotify and listened to Modern Baseball on his way to the park. The walk was a now or never thing for Ranboo; since Lostfield was so far and he didn't even know if there was anything left in that old, dead park, so he had a 50% chance of wasting a whole two hours, but he did it anyway. -
After two hours of walking and foot pain, Ranboo finally made it to the park. He could tell it was the park by just how dead everything was, plus the scenery was the same; a forest of trees behind a steel-wired fence, a sidewalk that entered the park, and a huge patch of grass. He walked around the park in search of anything he could find and eventually found a crumpled-up piece of paper. Ranboo crouched down and examined the paper for a moment before reaching for it and opening it to see if it had information. It didn't have much that could help him but it was indeed interesting.
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Thomas Gold.. poor kid... Ranboo marveled. He looked at the time Thomas went missing, 8:01 PM. Now, this might be a coincidence but according to the first tape, Grayson went missing around 8 PM, maybe the two are connected? No, no, no, that can't be possible this was only a few years ago while Grayson's disappearance was more than a decade ago, they're different things and yet Ranboo had a feeling they were linked in some way. Just in case, Ranboo shoved the poster in one of the pockets of his varsity jacket and then started to wander more to find anything else.
After about 30 minutes of searching, Ranboo gave up and decided to take a seat on the ground but when he went to ain't down he felt something beneath him. He shuffled himself to the side and saw a VHS tape! God, Ranboo was thrilled to have something that maybe, just maybe can help make sense of all of this. He then ran as fast as he could back to his house with tape #17 in the palm of his hand. -
[Oct 19, 7:59 PM, Lostfield Park]
"I did it for you Wilbur. I did it all for you.." a British voice spoke angrily as the sound of digging occurred.
"I know nobody could know.. Why'd it have to be Freddie? Out of everyone! He did nothing wrong." the sound of dragging could be heard, eventually grunting and leaves being pushed through.
A telephone rang.
"Could you shut up for once?!" the voice shouted. Feet stepping through grass played and the ringing came to a stop. The phone was picked up. "What?" the voice spat.
Static sounded and eventually, the voice that belonged to Wilbur Soot was heard.
"Nobody can know, Thomas."
"Don't call me that, prick. A-and you best not make me 'allucinate just b'cuz I'm upset at you. I have the right to have a fucking friend, And I'm helping your stupid ass because you're threatening my life and I don't want to end up like you. I've done everything you've wanted, I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND FOR YOU, yet in reality you're just a dickhead that is selfish and you know it. My life is going to shut just because YOU can't get over your stupid fucking death just because Grayson ruined yo-"
"THOMAS GOLD." Wilbur screamed through static. "Someone could hear you if your aren't careful so shut the fuck up."
"Sorry, sorry." Thomas huffed.
The Lostfield Incident
(NEW CHAPTER WOOP WOOP! Probs won't be updating this weekend since I'm going to Disney so I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm actually really happy with how it turned out and I hope you are aswell. Hope you have a nice day/night and byeeee!)
