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Statement of Parker Armen◇OC Statement

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   "Why didn't you tell me about this before?!"

   "Okay, first off, until recently I didn't even think it was real. Second of all, why the hell would I?! It wasn't relevant until now! I'm pretty sure most of us here had some weird experience that led them to working here, but that doesn't mean I'm obligated to tell you! It doesn't matter. Can we please just get started?"

   "Fine. Statement of Parker Armen, Archival Assistant at the Magnus Institute,London, regarding a door in the backyard of their childhood home, and any contact they have had with the entity known as Michael. Statement recorded direct from subject. April 8th, 2016. Statement begins."

   "I guess I should start from the beginning then, huh? Teeny problem. I don't actually remember when it started. I mean, I remember it happening when I was about seven or eight, so, I guess I'll start there even though I  know it happened before then. I should probably preface this by saying I was one of those kids who absolutely devoured books as a form of escapism. Fantasy books were my jam, but pick your poison I guess. So, yeah, Narnia, Magic Tree House, stuff like that. And, like, I still believed in Santa Claus, so when a new door showed up in my backyard, I was more excited than scared.
   "I played outside a lot, usually playing pretend or something. And one day, I walk out, and there's a door in the middle of the garden. It's not attached to anything, it's just sort of  . . .there. It was yellow. Looking at it almost gave the feeling of looking at an optical illusion, like when you know it's not actually moving, but your brain can't help but interpret it that way. It was like space was bending around it. I always thought it was some portal adventure thing, and that made me very excited. I'd always wanted to go on a magical adventure! Heh . . .stupid, right? Anyway, even though adventure was what I wanted, I think deep down I could feel that it was . . .off, somehow. So, I always made excuses for myself for why I didn't have to open it. Usually it was 'I can't go alone! You should never go adventuring without a friend!'. But no one else ever gave the impression that they saw it. Just me. It only wanted me. That was something else. I could tell it wanted me to open it. That really scared me, but I still had sort of mixed feelings about it, until what happened to Skipper.
   "Skipper was my family's pet beagle, and basically my best friend. So when he didn't come back inside before dinner one night, I could tell something was wrong. And when he didn't show up the in next three days, I knew it had taken him. Turns out I was right. A week after he had gone missing, he turns up in the garden. Right beneath the door. So twisted and mutilated it looked more like some crude caricature of a dog rather than the real thing. My parents warned the other parents in the neighborhood about wolves or something. But I knew. I made the decision then that I was never going to open that door.
   "I stopped going outside as much, trying to avoid it. But whenever I looked out the window, it always seemed to be in view. When I was about sixteen, my parents got me a laptop for my birthday, and I started spending most of my time in my room, but I still saw it. Though, it wasn't until I moved out to go to Uni that is starting following me.   
   "My parents house was in Greenwich, and the closest subway was a 20 minute drive, so staying with them was out of the question. Trying to find an affordable flat in central London is as difficult as you might expect, but I managed. It was pretty crappy, but it served its purpose. I thought that when I moved out, it would be over. By that point I was an adult, and I was starting to worry for my own sanity. I didn't go to a psychiatric or anything. The stuff I did back the was pretty . . . self destructive.
   "Something I didn't say about my parents earlier is that they weren't the greatest. I think they had this pre-existing of what their family was supposed to be and they disapproved of anything that didn't fit their little narrative.Unfortunately the person they wanted me to be was exactly the opposite of who I was. So the minute I got out of there, I did anything and everything to prove to myself that I wasn't what they told me to be. Drinking, smoking, hell, I've even taken party drugs. But when I moved out, I didn't stop seeing the door. In fact I saw it more often. My flat, school, work, it was everywhere. One time it replaced the door out of my room, and I almost opened it by accident. Once I realized I just sat back down on my bed and did homework till it went away.
   "A few weeks later, a friend of mine, Stacy Pakard? She told me about the Magnus Institute and how she came in and gave a statement about some weird bug thing she saw. When she told me about the Institute, I knew I wanted to work here. It sounded cool at the time. Even if Elias is a bit creepy. It was after I started working here that he showed up for the first time.
   "I was sitting in my flat, and the handle of the door started to turn. I immediately turned off the TV and turned to look at the door. It creaked open slowly. I remember thinking that the sound of it shouldn't have echoed as much as it did. Standing on the other side of the door was a  tall, thin man with long curly blond hair. Looking at him gave that same feeling of looking at an optical illusion. His fingers were too long. His smile was too wide, and his teeth were too sharp. But despite all that, he seemed genuinely happy to see me. Like I was some old friend he hadn't seen in years. I asked him who he was. He laughed, and it echoed and reverberated like he was in an auditorium rather than a tiny studio apartment. He said,' The question isn't who, it's what. And you already know the answer to that' He paused. 'But, I suppose you can call me Michael if you wish.' I asked him what he was doing in my flat. He said that he was just visiting, and that he heard I was working for the Magnus Institute and that that would 'speed things up nicely'. When I asked what he meant, he said that I 'wasn't ready yet' but that I would 'come back eventually', whatever that means. Before I could do or say anything else, he said goodbye and closed the door behind him. I thought I had finally lost it completely. Until Sasha said something, I wasn't even sure it had actually happened.
   "I haven't seen Michael since then, but the door still shows up every once in a while. I swear it's getting harder to avoid."

   "Statement ends."

   "I'll tell you if I talk to Michael again. I hope this helps."

   "It does, I think. At the very least it's relevant. Thank you for telling me."

   "Jon, can I ask you something?"

   "What is it?"

   "Am I- . . . Do you think I'm crazy?"

   " . . . If you were anyone else telling me this, I would say yes. But, no. I don't think you're crazy."

   " . . . Thanks."

   "You're welcome."

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A/N I hope you guys like Parker as much as I do, because I plan on doing alot more of them uvu Also, I actually took the time to look stuff up for this and didn't end up using it so I'll put some fun facts here

● Went to Kingston for Graphic design
●Don't know if it was clear, but they are nonbinary(like me!)
● very 80s aesthetic
●baby mullet
●freckles
●Not good at cooking; nearly burned down the Institute (if only) trying to make coffee
●has a gerbal named Scottie
●has a mini succulent garden