Marble Hornets: Rescripted

What Happened?

Waking up in a different place from where he fell asleep shouldn't surprise Tim anymore honestly.

Having said that. It didn't.

That didn't make the event and less confusing, nor was it any less terrifying.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up to look around.

The dark haired man was back home, in his room. He was even more confused as he walked through the house.

Tim was positive he was sleeping in his car the night before and didn't Alex burn this house down? Maybe the news exaggerated the damages.

Moreover, he was pretty sure he had a fairly nice beard growing, but a single look in the mirror that hung on the living room's wall said otherwise. He ran his fingers over his chin and cheeks as if to test what he saw in the reflection was true.

"The hell...?"

Soooo.....someone kidnapped him from his car put him in his old house, possibly fixed some fire damage, shaved his face...oh god. Tim wasn't wearing the red flannel he fell asleep in or even the same jeans. Instead he had an old white t-shirt and a pair of red, albeit comfy, pajama pants.

Tim had been through a lot lately, and waking up in weird places wasn't really a new thing but being shaved and have his clothes swapped for pjs was crossing a thick ass line for him.

He was looking at his pants when he had the realization he needed to check the time. It wouldn't be a first that he went to bed one night and woke up a week or more later.

Before he could even start looking for a clock of any kind a load alarm started ringing. The sound almost made Tim jump before he walked into his old room to find the source. His phone, sitting on his nightstand. More specifically, a phone call.

Tim actually froze when he saw the caller ID.

Brian couldn't be calling him. That wasn't possible. It just wasn't.

The phone stopped ringing and Tim finally moved close enough to see the missed call icon appear on the screen. He picked up the phone, and groaned slightly.

Tuesday June 20th, 2006.

Just his luck. The date was messed up.

Tim wondered what settings he would have to mess with to fix it as another call rang through the phone.

It was Brian... again.

No it was someone with Brian's phone. It had to be.

He answered this time. "Hey wh-"

"Hey, Tim. Where are you? You're way later than normal."

The words caught in Tim's throat.

"Hello?" Brian's voice asked. "Is everything okay, man?"

"Brian?"

"Yeah? What's up?" He sounded confused.

Tim's head was swimming with questions.

How?

Why?

Was the hooded figure not Brian? Why did it have that tape then?

What about-

"Hey? Timman? You still there?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, what day is it?" Tim snapped back to reality. "My phone is glitching or something and I can't tell."

"Oh, yeah. No problem. It's June 20th, I think."

That...still didn't add up. Tim had uploaded his last video on the 20th.

Unless....

Had Tim forgot an entire...

No. No way.

"Uh, this is a dumb question..." He started. "But, uh...what. What year is it, Brian?"

"Uh...2006. Why?"

Tim fell on the bed. "Are you sure...?"

"Uh...Pretty sure..." Brian lingered on the last word. There was a pause on the other end of the line before he seemed to call to someone nearby. "Hey, Jay!"

When a familiar "Yeah?" was muttered through the phone, Tim felt he couldn't breath.

"What year is it?" Brian asked, but Tim wasn't listening anymore.

Now that was impossible.

Jay was positively dead.

There was no doubt.

"Yep. 2006. Even got a second source for ya."

Tim didn't reply. This wasn't...

"Tim? Hello? Are you there?" Brian voice got slightly loader. "Timothy?!"

"Huh? Sorry what?"

"Are you okay? You're acting weird."

"I don't feel good." He lied. "I have to go."

He hung up without letting Brian say anything else.

"This is a dream..." Tim explained as his phone started ringing again. "Its got to be..."

He leaned back, falling on the bed.

"Ow! Son of a mhhhhhmm..." He rolled over quickly after his head hit something hard. The dark haired man rolled over to look at it.

Tim grabbed the item as soon as he registered what it was.

Jay's camera.

There was a tape inside it too. He had to watch it.

He pressed the playback button but nothing seems to happen on the screen. There was a faint sound coming through.

Tim cussed. The screen must have been broken somehow. The imagery wasn't playing right.

He got up, scurrying to try and find his old laptop.
Would it still be old in 2006?

Tim wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what was going on at the moment, but he did think he spotted it when he was looking around the house.

He grabbed it along with the camera and sat down at the table.

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....

...

...

He didn't have the cords to watch the tape.

Tim cussed loader this time.

He would need to get a new cord for it. A screen replacement as well...

Tim leaned back in his seat and groaned.

Looking back at the laptop he had an idea.

He straightened and spent the next half hour searching the internet.

Two things stuck out to him the most.

According to every article and timestamp he could find, the year was 2006.

Marble Hornets didn't exist on the internet.

He ran his fingers through his hair, aggravated by his own confusion.

How?

Was this real? It felt like it was. Tim had even pinched himself to test if it was a dream.

Spoiler. It wasn't.

What the hell was going on?