I had no choice in this...
They won't stop nagging me...
Make these nightmares end...
Please..
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So...you want to know my story, huh? Why should I tell you?
[Interviewer]: Miss Colt, please just cooperate with us.
Or what? I'd like to see you f*cks try and make me squirm.
[Interviewer]: Miss Colt...
Ugh, fine, fine. Alright. I guess I'll appease you with my 'oh-so-interesting' story of how I came to be...well....*stifled giggling is heard*.....this..
[Interviewer]: Please begin..
Alright, alright...so it starts out in the neighborhood because obviously a good story starts somewhere, right?
[Interviewer]: I suppose...
Right...well, life was boring in town...everyone was either recently married, or growing old, so I naturally had next to no one to talk to. Atleast I did, before he moved in across the street..
[Interviewer]: You mean Toby Rogers, yes?
*on camera it's shown that Indy is now looking out the window, dazed slightly*
[Interviewer]: M-Miss Colt..?
Hm? Oh....y-yeah, I was talking about...him...a-anyways, back to the story..
[Interviewer]: Right.
So, since I was young and curious at the time, I was rather curious when I noticed him ticcing uncontrollably here and there, and I decided to go over and introduce myself. Naturally, we became friends over time.
[Interviewer]: So...
So, me being one year younger than him, we related to eachother easily.. he eventually got homeschooled because some little c*nts picked on him at school..heh, those little f*ckers..too bad they're....er....taken care of to say the least, heheh..
[Interviewer]: Taken care of, Miss Colt..?
Look, you're an intelligent human, right?
[Interviewer]: Yes..?
I'm sitting here in a straitjacket, aren't I?
[Interviewer]: Y-Yes..
Now...with that information, what do you think happened?
[Interviewer]: You....killed them?
Not me...
[Interviewer]: He...killed them?
Slow claps for the wise man, aye? Now those gears are shifting, 'bout time.
[Interviewer]: .....
Heh, so...as I was saying...his dad...was a drunken b*stard...grade A as*hole, hitting him, making scars and bruises, it was music to my ears when I heard the sirens outside his house...Because I knew. I f*cking knew that Toby killed his old man.
[Interviewer]: And that was when he became Ticc--
DON'T SAY IT. DON'T YOU F*CKING SAY THAT JACKA*S NICKNAME THOSE LITTLE SH*TS GAVE HIM.
[Interviewer]: Miss Colt..?
.....s-sorry.. but his name..is Toby. Just. Toby.
So..now. I was upset in the simplest terms to see his house ablaze...a f*cking stupid sh*tless reporter tried stopping me...but I ran into the blaze anyways..because all that ran through my head was, like f*cking hell I'll believe he's dead, b*tches.
[Interviewer]: Then what..?
Then? I wake up in a f*cking hospital is what. A hospital!! So this nurse comes in right? Asks what happened as if she hasn't already been told, the inconsiderate b*tch. So, she comes in with this huge a*s needle, right? Like, the piece of sh*t was literally as long as my f*cking forearms....well..if they weren't in this stupid f*cking sh*t-eating jacket of yours..Aaanyways, she injected it into my arm, my left one, covered in bandages from the burns I recieved from the fire, and it hurt like hell. So flashforward, and it's been days, maybe even a week, and all full of colorful torture sessions. Finally, I about had it with that motherf*cker. So, I get up, as she enters the room, and I notice something behind her back. She pulls out an axe, like, a motherf*cking AXE, MAN!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! So anyways, ahaha, she tries to kill me, long story short I mutilated her beyond recognition, using rather decorative tools and of course, my favorite, the f*cking axe. Thing is, it wasn't even an axe, more like a nailed baseball bat with a gear-edged axe blade attatched to it. The thing was f*cking b*tching! If you're confused, to say the least it was f*cking like something out of walking dead. Soooo I black out, and wake up in a grayish room. I hear a voice speaking to me, inside my f*cking head, man, my head!
*laughter is heard from Indy as she proceeds to calm down*
So then I--....
[Interviewer]: Miss Colt, are you alright..?
H-He....he's here...out the window...don't you see him?
[Interviewer]: Miss Colt, nothing's out the--
*an officer bursts through the door*
[Officer]: Sir! Something's blocked the lobby cameras!
[Interviewer]: What?!
[Officer]: Someone's broken i--
[Unknown]: HAHAHAHA!! SAY YOU'RE G-GOODBYES, MOTHERF*CKERS!!
*at this point, Miss Colt has gone into hysterical laughter as the people in the room stare at her in shock*
AHAHAHAHA!! WELP BOYS, THIS HAS BEEN A REAL TREAT, BUT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...
*screams are heard along with gunfire and metal scraping against concrete, presumably the concrete flooring*
THAT'S MY CUE!!
*Colt ducks just as an object flies into the room, hitting the officer in the back of the head*
*more insane laughter*
HAHAHAH TOOK YA LONG ENOUGH, ROGERS!!
[Background Voice, presumably this 'Rogers' Indy speaks of]: HAH, W-WELL THEY KEPT ME W-WAITING, HAVEN-N'T THEY?!
HAHAHAHA!!!
*a blocked out figure (we couldn't see his face) takes the straitjacket off of Indy*
Heh, thanks Rogers.
['Rogers']: N-No problem, C-Colt...
*Indy grins ear to ear as she turns to the Interviewer*
Like I said, I think our session here is over...
.....cut the cameras.
*the camera it hit with what looks to be a hatchet, and we now only have audio of the Interviewer's unfortunate sounds of their demise, more insane laughter from both of them now, and then the camera's static-filled screen goes black and the feed ends*
