"Hey, Tim, can I ask you something?" My lips twitch into a concerned frown at the quiet voice he speaks in. "Yeah, sure." "Do you think we could be friends again?" His eyes raise to meet mine in an intense stare. Another icy chill hit my back but this time, it's not because of the wicked winter. Almost on instinct, I retract my hands from his arm and stuff them into the pockets of my jacket. My legs bounce anxiously. I never really expected this, at least this soon. I was so certain that we were done and that after all of this, he would get kicked out and we would never see each other again. But now? After today? My frosted sigh fills the air in the form of an icy vapor. "I...don't know Brian..." I tuck my lower lip in between my teeth. Marble Hornets purely belongs to it's creators (IE: Tim Sutton, Joseph Delage, Troy Wagner and etc.). Warning: There is strong language and depictions of violence later on. The rating will change when such things appear. Sub Warning: There are spoilers from the show in this fiction, if you have not watched the series already, I highly suggest going back and watching it so you aren't confused.

(Writing and posting is an ENTIRELY new thing to me, anything is subject to change really. Just posting so I'm more motivated to write.) "The pressure of being a director must have caused a decline in his mental health," was what the doctor said. Little did they know, that it was only the beginning of what was about to happen to Alex and everyone else involved.