Marble Hornets OneShots

I've Been Ghosting Along (JAM ANGST)

The woods were mostly quiet, the song of birds playing as if they were drowning in water, but unaware of the liquid flooding their lungs. No sounds of footsteps could be heard, and the sound of the wind fluttered through in sound waves. However, to the man wandering the woods; everything sounds echoey and muffled. Not that he minded much anymore, he had had years to get used to the sound after all.

He walked further into the woods, seemingly wandering aimlessly. No location to go too. No home.

However, when he heard the sound of static he quickly changed to a different tune. He turned quickly, and ran over to the opposite direction, determined. It didn't take him long to run back over to a man in a flannel. The man was smoking, however seemed to notice the static. He looked tense, and his shoulders were up. He seemed ready to run, however he would appear calm to an untrained eye.

If you weren't close to him.

Jay watched as Tim started to list down the amount of signs showing. He seemed to be getting to an alarming amount, as he started to fidget with the bottom of his flannel -a nervous habit he picked up from Jay himself.- and starting to glare into nothing. Jay sighs and stands next to Tim. "You should probably start walking buddy." He states, voice echoing off of nothing. Tim didn't acknowledge him, however he started to move away.

Jay laughs at the ironacy of the timing. Tim couldn't hear him of course, Jay had died 1 year ago at this point. He had grown used to talking with no response to be heard. He learned to find humor in the small things. The moments of good timing, the weird looks Tim would seemingly aim at Jay, but it was in fact at a random stray cat. The fond looks at Jay's hat, that Jay had been attempting to move just a few minutes ago.

As Tim wandered away, Jay started to aimlessly talk about the woods. "You know, those birds sounded like they were gargling water, I kinda miss hearing clear sounds." He says, walking next to Tim, still avoiding the trees as if they could harm him. "I mean, I don't understand why my sense of sound had to be fucked with more. I already had hearing problems, why must I hear everything as if they're underwater and echoey too??" Jay whines to Tim.

Tim just kept on walking. "I hope you can at least feel my company." Jay whispers, sticking close to Tim's side. "I've seen the looks you've given my hat you bastard, you better keep your hands off of it!" Jay jokes, trying to keep his mood light. He fails. Tim's walk still had a limp in it, putting a twinge of guilt onto Jay. "I still feel bad about that, you know.." They trail off. They don't want to be negative, but it appeared like all they could think about were negative. As if a needle of food coloring was injected into water.

Ja sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do. He was pretty sure that he had exhausted all of his memories, and he wasn't sure about anything else he wanted to mention. He really wanted to talk about other random things, however he wasn't sure if Tim would randomly be able to hear him. He would like for Tim not to hear about his stupid teen memories of drunkenly quoting Shakespeare at Alex's window.

Jay snickers at the memory. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love!" Jay dramatically quotes, jokingly leaning against Tim but immediately moving back at the shiver Tim gives. Jay stares through his hands and sighs, shoving them into the pockets of Tim's old jacket. The one he was stuck in for eternity. Jay ignores the blood on it. He didn't want to think about it at all.

He glances over at Tim, who was looking for his car. His hair was longer than it had ever been before. His sideburns slowly turn into a full on beard. His eyes never deterred from their sad, grieving look. Always looking for the past in the present. Jay smiles softly, and reaches out to run his hands through them. He could barely feel the feeling of the scruff. He remembered feeling comforted by the feeling of that before. He wishes Tim could see him, and perhaps get some form of closure. It wouldn't help Jay move on, but it would help Tim move on.

As Jay got into Tim's car, he sighed at the smell of cigarettes, which had to be strong if he could smell them this well. He had watched Tim's mental health decline after the series had ended. He did not move out of Alabama, and instead got a home farther from Rosswood than his old one. He had a few mementos in his bedroom, and a new music room which Jay loved to eye his bass. Jay remembered playing the bass back in college, as far back as high school. However he was always too nervous to tell anyone. "I should've told you I could've played the bass..We would've probably had more conversations that didn't just revolve around bullying Alex if I mentioned it.. Better late than never."

Tim turned the radio up, and Jay turned to look at Tim. He gave a confused look, however Tim seemed to be smiling so he didn't question it. Not like he would hear the questions anyways. Jay focused, with his eyes shut for a few moments before finally understanding what was playing. It was Lonely Day. The song the two loved to sing along too, promising each other that they wouldn't die. Promising they wouldn't leave each other. Jay smiled softly and hummed along, not noticing the twinge of sadness in Tim's eyes as he did so.

Jay continued humming along to the radio until Tim reached his house. When he turned the car off, Jay went to leave the car until he saw Tim stayed seated. "Tim, bud, you've gotta get in there and feed the cat before she eats you." Tim sighs and gets his head off of the steering wheel, moving to head inside. Jay cheers, chanting as he floats next to Tim. "Feed the furry baby!!!" Jay yells happily, and laughs as the cat seemingly agrees. "See? Feed the baby Timothy!!" Jay jokes, laughing louder than before. The cat looks elated as Tim fills the food bowl before flopping down face first on the couch. "You should probably shower, you smell disgusting as fuck, buddy."

Tim remained silent, and Jay sighed. It was of no use. Even if he thought he was being heard, he wasn't. All he was was an apparition there to follow Tim until the day he died. Jay wasn't sure how to feel about it, but he felt lucky to be able to walk far away from him. He had heard that others weren't so lucky. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but when he heard Tim walk into his room, he sighed softly and waited a bit before entering the room. Tim was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring into the abyss. His eyes were unfocused and he didn't seem all there.

Jay lets out a soft sigh before sitting next to Tim. "You know, long term dissociation is bad for you." Jay attempts to joke, knowing his words would be lost before they could reach Tim's ears. The longer the two sat there, the more helpless Jay felt about Tim's situation. He just wanted to be able to let him know that he was ok.