hiii maybe a drabble or hc idea (whatever you want) where yandere hoodie is taking a walk with s/o and for whatever reason just passes out and wakes up as Brian??? if that doesn't make sense I can explain more sjsjshhsh
omggg i hope this is what you were looking for!!!! i think i got the idea but please lmk if it’s totally off base lol. also i started writing this in my normal hc format but it started to turn into a mix of that and an actual writing piece lol whoops
It was unusual for Hoody to let you have so much freedom, let alone outside
You hadn’t questioned his reasoning when he asked if you wanted to go for a walk with him, afraid that he may change his mind if you so much as blinked differently
Of course you didn’t have complete free rein, instead of your ankles being shackled to a leg of the bed, he held the end of the chain and dragged you along with him
It would’ve been demeaning under normal circumstances, but you were far from normalcy at this point
Just as you were getting used to the fresh air and slight breeze on your face, Hoody made a sudden stop
Fearing that he may have heard something you hadn’t, you took a step closer to him and glanced around the area
Only moments passed before he fell to his knees, slumping over on his side soon after
You thought he was playing some weird game with you
Am I supposed to do something..?
Nudging him with your foot did nothing to ease your mind, so you knelt down
“Hoody? Uh, are you all right?”
The glimmer of hope that had sparked in your chest was demolished once you saw his chest move up and down
So he was alive
Despite the knowledge that this man would end your life with no hesitation if you were to attempt to escape, you still eyed the chain settled in his limp hand
Death had always seemed like the better option when compared to living with this monster for however long he decided to keep you
Before you could even process what you were doing, you slid the end of your string of metal out of his hand and began taking small steps away
If this was the one chance you’d get to see your family again, you’d take it
You nearly choked on your own saliva when you heard a groan come from the body in front of you
Flinging the chain in your hand to the ground, you watched silently as Hoody began to feel his face with gloved hands
Murmurs of confusion emanated from his mouth as he struggled to take his mask off
Interesting, he hardly ever takes it off outside of the bedroom
The person sitting in front of you was familiar, yet a complete stranger
Though his features were the same, the way they were used was completely different
The dead eyes you were used to seeing were replaced by a pair of confused, yet warm ones
His face was so open to read, far from the guarded look that often plagued your nightmares
He finally noticed you and sprung to his feet
“Hey are you okay?”
You stared at him with apprehension...what was he trying to do? How the hell did he look so much kinder and genuine right now? He must be a damn good actor because for a split second, you considered the idea that maybe he actually cared about your answer. How could you not? He was staring at you with such concern, glancing around every so often as if he didn’t know where he was
“Yeah… are you?”
“I think so. Do you know where we are?”
Was he serious? He knew these woods like the back of his hand, memorizing every tree placement and creek formation
“I mean, I haven’t been out here in a while but I’m pretty sure the house is that way,” you gestured behind you, certain that you hadn’t yet taken any turns during this short lived stroll
Hoody looked behind you with absolutely no familiarity in his eyes. “Oh. Hey, I’m Brian by the way.” He held out his hand with an awkward and adorable smile. One you hadn’t seen before
You carefully shook his hand, mind filled with questions and wondering if you should just play along
Planned on just coming back with no explanation at all but that seems a bit rude to anyone who still cares about this blog lol. Long story short, got a bit bored of writing but now i’m slowly getting back into it.
Requests will still be open but I won’t be doing matchups anymore. I’ve also deleted most of what was in my ask box bc they were all either those or shitposts (which were actually funny to read but im starting fresh!).
Hope you guys are doing alright! Drink y’all juices! Read a book! Stay away from tall clowns that will eat your intestines on sight!
Honey, you ok?? You've been inactive lately :( Just checking up on you, making sure you're alright. Drink water!!!! Cuddle something!!! And see many pictures of your favourite animal
i am so fkmelmrfmlkg. i’ve been doing as well as can be expected during this panoramic but i hope YOU are drinking water and taking care of yourself!!!
this is the real problem w there existing a creepypasta version of masky out there made by ppl who have never seen marble hornets. they miss all the FLAVOR. tim sutton cooked this character up w delicious spices and it all gets lost when masky is made a twink by teens who dont know better. dont settle for chef boyardee i BEG of you
I wrote this in response to something i reblogged the other day:
A hollow ache settled in your chest as you looked down at the results before you, the results that had just changed everything. Unfortunately, they’d confirmed exactly what you had feared, and now, you weren’t entirely sure what to do.
It wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice calling out in search of you, that you finally came to a decision.
Swallowing thickly, you crumpled up the notes, before stashing them away where no one would find them. There was no way you could hurt them like this, not when they’d only just started healing and genuinely smiling again.
You would do anything to protect that smile…. Even if it meant eventually leaving them so that they’d never know.
You’d always known you would die alone anyway.
i do have a few more parts drafted but this could also just end with the one part so if anyone is actually interested in this becoming a series then let me know <3
Trigger warning: mentions of suicide and depression
For the first time in your life, you could say that things were going well for you, great even. You didn’t feel the need to respond with “I’m still here, aren’t I?” when asked how you were. You genuinely enjoyed life and felt like you were in a place where you could finally be content, happy. There was nothing to hide from anymore, only someone to run to.
“Hey (N/N), you’ll never guess what Alex told me today!” An excited voice broke you from your thoughts and as you turned away from the photo that had held your attention. Turning your head, your face broke out into a grin as Brian came striding in the room, throwing himself on the mess of sheets that covered your mattress. His face was flushed from the Alabama heat and a nasty mosquito bite had started to form in the crook of his elbow. He looked up at you with a gleam in his eye, and before you could leap out of the bed yourself, you were tugged into his chest with a bone crushing hug. Your begs for him to let you go held no sincerity as you laughed, hardly noticing the sudden difficulty in breathing. It wasn’t until you began complaining about his sweat seeping into your skin did he allow you to roll yourself on the space next to him. Placing a quick kiss on his jaw, you stared up at him expectantly.
“Well, what happened with Alex?”
Brian delved into a dramatic retelling of the unexpected tardiness of his director. Alex was not one to show up late to anything, preferring to be hours early to a set rather than running the chance of being even a few minutes late. Brushing off everyone’s questioning with a silly excuse about traffic, things had run normally after that and the crew was even let go as scheduled for the first time in weeks.
“So, I go up to him afterwards and just ask him if everything was alright. He looked really out of it but he told me that the reason he was late was because he was busy trying to get rid of the dead animals that were left in his yard.”
You froze at this. Dead animals? Surely this was just a coincidence, you were just being paranoid.
“Yeah apparently this has been going on for a couple weeks. I told him he should call the cops or something if he really thinks someone is purposely leaving them in his yard but he was pretty adamant that it was fine. Honestly it kind of explains why he’s been so stressed out lately.” As Brian continued his rant of his observations on Alex’s behavior, your mind drifted somewhere far away. An increase in irritation and suddenly dead animals were appearing at his doorstep? Didn’t Seth make a complaint about how demanding Alex was that there always be a camera recording no matter what, too?
You were so in your head that you were startled when Brian suddenly sat up, looking at you with concern.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Somehow you managed to form a smile on your lips and nodded. “Yeah, just a little creeped out. I mean, don’t you wonder how the animals got there?” He cocked his head a little and looked out the bedroom window. “I guess so. But he does live really close to the woods so it isn’t that weird when you think about it.”
You didn’t point out the fact that Alex had been living in that house for years and it was only now that he was experiencing this. You mumbled an agreement instead and quickly changed the subject, asking if you guys could get take out for dinner.
As Brian left to make the order, you turned your head to the photo that had previously captured your attention before he came home. It was actually Tim who had taken it, you had leaped on Brian’s back, catching him off guard, and were laughing as he stumbled about. This picture was taken just as he turned his head to look at you with a wide smile. It was your favorite picture to date, looking almost staged. You were first astonished when Tim sent it to you later in a group text, I mean, no one naturally gets pictures like those taken right? But you were thankful nonetheless and were still trying to show Tim how much you appreciated the picture he had managed to get.
Now it was nothing but a mockery of how easily something so extraordinary could be taken away from you. You placed the photo back on the nightstand and stood up to use the bathroom, where you spent the next ten minutes attempting to pull yourself together. There was no point in getting upset now, not when you didn’t even know if what had happened as a child was repeating now. Yet your stomach couldn’t find its way down from your throat and the shine on your face became more dewy as sweat dripped down your neck.
No matter how much you tried to push it away, you couldn’t stop asking yourself, what was the plan if It had come back to haunt you?
~~~~~~~
Weeks passed and you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. You could feel yourself already starting to pull away from Brian the more you noticed Alex’s unexplained anger and paranoia. Brian knew something was off but you insisted you were fine when probed. You hated yourself for what you were doing to him, all the lies and fake smiles that he saw through, especially after what had happened to him.
You were there the night he tried to kill himself. It had come out of nowhere to you but later you found out that Brian had been dealing with depression and suicidal thoughts since he was seventeen. He was damn good at hiding it and you likely would have never known if you hadn’t found him parked near your campus one night, sobbing uncontrollably at the steering wheel as he shoved unknown objects into his mouth. Everything after you broke in his window and let yourself in was a blur. All you could remember now was that you had taken him to a hospital where you were told he hadn’t done enough damage to warrant concern for his overall health.
“That’s bullshit!” You had screamed. “My best friend just tried to overdose on some fucking pills and you’re telling me not to be concerned for his health?”
Much of that night was foggy, but you could never forget the pained, disappointed, look on Brian’s face when you walked in his room later. It took months for him to go back to the gap toothed, smiley boy you had known for half your life and an even longer time for him to open up about his mental health. It wasn’t until he met Tim that he seemed to have completely gone back to his normal self, and after auditioning for Marble Hornets things seemed to get even better from there. He was happy and starting to plan for the future again. One that included you as well.
But you couldn’t have prepared for what happened one morning while you were getting ready for class. The night before, you found one of Alex’s notebooks he had left at your and Brian’s house. You hadn’t meant to look through it, but when it was labeled as something for the film you wanted to take a peek to see if there were any good spoilers you could hold over Brian’s head. Instead you found drawings. Filling every single page. They made no sense, trees with a circle being crossed out all over the place, NOEYES, ALWAYSWATCHING, figures you couldn’t quite make out. The images brought memories to mind, ones that you had been trying so hard to avoid.
There was no time to mourn the past and what could have been, you had done enough of that already. With legs that felt as though cement blocks were tied to them, you made your way to the large trash can at the end of the driveway. Ripping out multiple pages at a time, you tore each one up and threw them away. If Alex came by the next day looking for it, you would just tell him that you hadn’t seen him leave anything with you.
This led to now, right as you were about to head out the door. Brian had already left for the day so you chanted to yourself to remember to check the lock behind you. As soon as you stepped out, there it was. The green, college ruled notebook with “MARBLE HORNETS” written across it and Alex’s name in the corner.
A hollow ache settled in your chest as you looked down at the results before you, the results that had just changed everything. Inside the notebook were all the drawings that you had desperately tried to rid of the night before. Unfortunately, this confirmed exactly what you had feared, and now, you weren’t entirely sure what to do.
It wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice calling out in search of you, that you finally came to a decision.
Swallowing thickly, you crumpled up the notes again, before stashing them away in your bag where no one would find them. There was no way you could hurt Brian like this, not when he’d only just started healing and genuinely smiling again.
Brian bounded up the steps, calling your name again as you quickly stood up and shut the door behind you.
“Wait, don’t lock it yet. I came back for my phone, my first class was canceled for the day anyway.” He smiled at you and added, “I guess we can ride to school together now.”
You would do anything to protect that smile… even if it meant eventually leaving him so that he’d never know.
With a deep breath, you looked away from him. “I’m pretty late already, I should really leave now. I’ll just see you later tonight, okay?” You quickly brushed past him and made a beeline for your car. As you were pulling out you looked in the rearview mirror and saw Brian still standing in front of the door, watching you leave with a hurt expression on his face. When you were out of sight, you let the tears fall and felt yourself gasping for air at a stoplight. Your plan had barely been put to action and you were already falling apart. How would you be able to go through with it? If distancing yourself from Brian and making him believe that you were losing interest was going to be this hard, you didn’t think you would be able to go through with it.
You parked as close to your building as you could get and stared at the line of trees in front of you. The memory of being dragged into a wooded area, kicking and screaming, flashed in your mind and you shook your head. This would be your reason for leaving him. That fear you felt as a child was something you would never wish upon anyone, and if this was the only way to keep the man you loved safe from it then so be it.
im laughing so hard at that but also can you imagine his overly aggressive ass being in a postition of such power
alex: and if i so much as see one foot off that trail you’re losing that foot
alex: you’re not thinking of disobeying the posted signs, are you? yeah thats right you’re fucking not
alex: i know the exact number of flowers in every flower patch in this goddamn forest and if anyone picks even one i will know and i will make you eat it
thinking about posting a preview of a lil thing i’m writing for Brian but also thinking about just waiting until it’s completely finished/edited so i can just post the entire thing. but also considering splitting it into parts 😬😬
an update: what was supposed to be a somewhat quick little one shot thing is rapidly turning into a full on fanfic. i do not know how this happened but yes, i have spent the past couple hours watching Marble Hornets on 2x speed and taking notes on each entry so i can try to get the timeline right for this fic
this is the first time in a while that i’m actually kinda happy with what i’m writing and excited for you guys to read it!!
Jeff would be the asshole frontman. Everyone knows how much of a scumbag is, yet somehow the fans still adore him. The amount of fangirls he has is unholy, and even his other bandmates don’t understand why. He’s gotten arrested for assault and all sorts of drug charges. It’s actually a little shady how quickly he’s gotten bailed out.
Ben would be on keyboard, naturally. He has quite the following as well, but not quite at Jeff’s level. He’s charming and funny, but gets overshadowed by Jeff. At some point he’d probably end up leaving the band only to become even more successful than he was before.
EJ plays the bass, but hardly ever shows up for interviews or fan meetups. This is most likely due to him being an actual surgeon. The band is just a sidegig. Despite this, he does have a cult following.
Toby was a roadie, but ever since Jeff’s falling out with Liu (who also happened to be their only drummer), he’s taken over on drums. Fans adore how unhinged he gets on stage, while simultaneously being extremely polite and shy in interviews. He gets a little overwhelmed by the fangirls, but other than that he’s the most genuine out of the group when it comes to fan interaction.
Helen is on guitar. He also designs their merch. Unfortunately for him, he has been given the title of The Cute One. Despite not being as popular as Jeff or Ben, he faces the most harassment by fans. He stops showing up to meet ups as well, and eventually it becomes too much, so he leaves. Helen does end up making a name for himself as an artist.
Tim and Brian are roadies. Brian is notorious for taking discreet photos of the band members. He even runs an anonymous twitter page where he shares random personal information about them. The band is aware of the account, but don’t know it’s him. Tim mostly just talks shit with Brian and Toby. He doesn’t take his job super seriously and often misses shows. Really the only reason he’s still there is because Toby insists on keeping him.
Nina is pretty much their Yoko. She started off as an obsessive fan, but to everybody’s shock, Jeff actually agreed to date her (which isn’t to say they’re entirely exclusive, but Nina pretends they are). This was most likely because of the amount of times she’s gotten him out of jail. She would definitely be a pretty big factor in them splitting up.
Clockwork is the guitarist in her own punk girlband (along with Jane and Zero), but after Toby joined they started doing live performances together. Often times these are staged as “battles”, and the audience gets to decide which band wins. At some point the bands started to merge, but the boys suddenly broke up and all of that fell apart.
Heyo freind, tis your new pal, Goblin anon. Are you taking a coronation break? You haven't posted in a while, and we were hoping you where still alive. Best freind, - Goblin anon
I am Okay! Thanks for checking, but due to the quarantine, I’ve been busy taking care of my family and rarely having time to get one here let alone time to draw now.
Here’s a little something I manage to doodle up in-between time. Little family fun time!
