Entry #12050104001305

Remember When Alex Wasn't A Psycho?

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Jay asked. The two had just finished their breakfast of eggs, toast, and for Tim, Bupropion. Laid back on the couch, Tim nodded his head.

"It was the first day Alex was shooting for Marble Hornets. I pulled up with Brian and was waiting around for things to start when you introduced yourself. Because, of course, Alex wouldn't." Jay chuckled. Tim was right; Alex either considered himself too important or thought it to be a waste of time with such formalities as the introduction of the other members. That was one thing both Tim and Jay found annoying about Alex though the list was long.

"Yeah, and right after I introduced myself, he started yelling, 'I'm not paying you to stand around! Places, people!' As if he was actually paying us at all." But Jay knew that, if he had to do it all over again, all the money in the world couldn't convince him to help out with the student film.

They were both silent then, lost in their own trains of thought. Jay thought about Alex and the person he used to be. Before the student film, before his extreme mood shift, before he lost himself, he used to be a normal person. Pleasant, even. If only he hadn't begun his stupid student film. Then again, there was no actual evidence that the film had started anything. It could have been an odd coincidence. Or maybe that thing had waited for Alex to gather them all together before he turned him. But what was so special about them? Brian, Amy, Jessica, Alex, Jay, Tim? What could possibly be the logic behind all this? Or maybe there was no logic at all.

"So, um, I guess I should show you that thing now. I mean, that is why you're here," Tim said, interrupting Jay's thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Jay murmured as Tim pushed himself off the couch. He watched absentmindedly as Tim disappeared down the hall then reappeared with a tape in his hand.

"Where's your camera?" Tim asked, not willing to simply hand over the tape. Jay had to think about it before remembering that he had left it in Tim's car.

"I think I left it in your car," he said, getting up from the couch and heading toward the door. Tim said nothing as he went out the door and descended the porch steps. Opening the passenger side door, Jay searched the floorboard before finding his camera half under the seat. Pulling it out, he stopped to see if the batteries still worked. He had changed the batteries not too long ago but that really didn't mean anything. The camera started right up and the battery icon in the top right corner claimed that the battery was fully charged (or at least close to it). Closing the car door behind him, Jay bounded up the steps and back into the house.

"Got it," he said as he entered. Tim looked up from his place on the couch and gave a small nod as Jay closed the door. Taking a seat beside Tim, Jay held out his hand for the tape. At first, Tim seemed reluctant but after a few seconds, he placed the tape into Jay's open hand. Before he could put it in the tape deck, Tim grabbed his wrist lightly.

"You can't freak out, got it?"

"Tim, I'm not going to freak out. At this point, little surprises me. If I had to guess, I'd say the same is true for you as well." Tim gave an unconvincing nod to Jay's statement but released his wrist. "Thank you," Jay said as he opened the tape deck and put the tape in. As soon as the LCD screen lit up, Jay's stomach churned. Oh no, his mind panicked as the tape began.