Do I Want To Know [We'll Never Know]

⨂ CHAPTER EIGHT ⨂

As Skully sat in the drivers seat, he watched as Toby anxiously sat into the passenger seat. Skully checked his pockets of the clothes he had changed into (He was still fighting the sense of deja vu, it got worse as his clothes had the slight hint of cigarette smoke and the woods) and noticed there was a phone in the front pocket. When he went to look through it, he found that the owner was also the owner of the Marble Hornets channel.

Jay.

Skully sighed before turning it off and throwing it in the backseat. Toby gave a quizzical look that was met with no answer as Skully backed out of his parking spot.

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When Skully pulled up to Bennadict Hall, the sense of deja vu grew worse, and it made his body ache. Grabbing his bag and putting it over hsi shoulder once again, Skully grabbed his camera and started to walk over to the hall. He could hear Tobys footsteps behind him. As they entered the hall, Skully could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

As if Toby could sense his nerves, he reached out to tap Skullys shoulders, but was met with Skully turning around and shushing him. Toby sighed and rolled his eyes before continuing to follow him. As the two walked, Skully couldn’t help but feel sick from the anxiety building up in him. The anxiety didn’t fade as they walked around either.

The longer they walked in silence, the more aware Skully was of everything. His footsteps sounded louder in his ears, and every sound not made by him and Toby sounded like they were amplified. Even though everything always sounded muffled, everything somehow felt louder to him.

If Toby continued to notice his tense nature, he didn't admit it. “Hey, I’m going to investigate around and try to find our target.. I seriously don't understand why they’d be here, but I’ll do my best to find them.” Skully nodded absentmindedly. It listened as the teenager ran away, and then he turned around immediately.

The motion made his dissociation worse, and as he turned back, he saw that the door that was once closed was now open. He was not aware of how it opened but he ignored it, walking into the room. When he walked in, he moved the door to be shut again and felt his eyes widen.

There on the door and a bit on the ground was blood. As Skully stared, he felt his dissociaton fade slightly, and before he knew it his mask was at his side. His face felt wet and he had no clue why. As he stared at the scene in front of him, he barely noticed the new set of footsteps in front of him, heavier than Toby’s.

When he heard the door start to be nudged open, he flinched back and almost put his mask on, until the door opened and a familiar voice spoke.

“Jay?”

Skully froze and looked up. The man in front of him was short, and had some muscle on him. He was holding a camera, was wearing a red and black flannel, with a jacket around his waist. There was a bag on his shoulder, and the smell of cigarettes came off of him. Skullys eyes widened at the man, and the man seemed almost relieved.

As the two stood there, it was deadly silent. No static, no static voice, no sound. Just the two men staring at each other. It was the man who finally spoke. “You’re alive..” He trailed off. “Not exactly.” Skully responded. The two stood one more before he set his arm back to his side, mask falling to the ground. If the man noticed it, he didn't mention it. “Why does everyone I don't know call me Jay.”

Skully moved his gaze to the ground. He didn't want to see any reaction from that sentence. “Who are you then?” Skully tore his gaze up, and saw the man moved forward, with Skullys mask in his hand. He felt tears rise to his eyes, not knowing why. “I…What?” Skully watched as he handed the mask back, and he took it back, not wanting to put it on yet. “What do you want me to call you.. You obviously don't recognize your bodys name.” Skully recognized the tone as stern, but with no ill will onto him with the sterness.