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[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

"Well... we were going to be in a Showfall show together... but we did some... other stuff. We made our own series outside of this... place. If you could call it a TV series, that is. You were in a couple of my video projects, it was a whole thing"

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

"Well... I'll start with the most relevant. The one that probably got these... "producers'" attention. The main "show" we did together was called Unus Annus. It means 'one year' in Latin. We posted one video every day for a full year, most of them just us doing things we never would've done regularly. Living life to the fullest."

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

[@off-book-man]

[Ethan stands his ground, his grip on the gun tightening]

[Hetch turns his attention towards Ethan specifically, approaching him slowly, hands behind his back.]

“Nestor.”

[He stays silent. The only acknowledgement that he heard Hetch is the glare in his eyes]

“You know he’s lying to you, right?”

[Hetch sounds genuine, convincing.]

[Ethan pauses. Is he? But his memories, the tattoo...]

"no."

[It doesn't come out as strong as he wanted it too]

[Hetch keeps moving forward at a steady pace, though pauses when Ethan responds.]

“… Ethan. Why are you believing him? Is he seriously more trustworthy than me?”

[He takes a step forward.]

"I don't... I don't know. But I do."

[He tightens his grip on the gun and holds it closer to him]

“God… has he really gotten in your head that much? Here, let me help you.”

[He walks towards Ethan until he stands in front of him, not too close, though.]

[He steps back, holding up the gun]

"Don't touch me."

[Hetch backs up a bit as Mark practically jumps in front of Ethan’s gun to shield Ethan from Hetch.]

[Tiger laughs, tightening it's grip on the trigger and moving to the side to keep their sights on Mark. Not enough to hire but it's pretty damn close; a single flinch could cause the gun to go off]

"Well, Ethan is just as important as you; you're needed for a show! A very important show. And yet, you throw away your amazing skills as you slip into the manic state you're in?"

[He draws his gun in the time Tiger takes to move]

"Ethan stay behind me."

[His axe was held in front of him, his gun pointed at Hetch]

[Ethan chooses to keep an eye on the situation as a whole rather than just rushing in]

"Ethan, do you see who you're trusting right now? You're trusting a maniac who's violent and manipulative. We're trying to protect you from this man."

[Tiger inches a bit closer to Ethan, but still maintaining a decent distance]

[Hetch holds himself tensely.]

“Ethan! He’s literally pointing a gun at me! Please do something!”

[Ethan takes a shuddering breath, he doesn't know what to do in this situation, he doesn't know who to believe]

"Put- put the gun down Mark."

"Ethan. Youre joking."

[His face falls, his grip shifting]

"I can't just-"

[Tiger smiles.]

"Thank you Ethan for trusting us. Mark will only lead you into more trouble if you stay on their side. Now back away from Mark."

[His eyes shift between Hetch and Mark and Tiger, trying to figure out who's really lying to him. He doesn't remember Mark, not really. But he can't deny what he does remember and he can't deny the zeros tattooed into his skin. He can't deny the sheer amount of viewers who sent in messages about that Unus Annus thingy. He's just trying to breathe, to understand. He doesn't move away like Tiger says]

"why does it have to be a fight? Why can't someone just fucking explain! Why does everyone seem to understand but me?"

[He just takes a deep breath]

Ethan if you help us get out I promise I'll tell you everything. They cant tell you shit.

[Hetch rolls his eyes.]

“And what do you know that I don’t, Mark? I could tell him everything he wants and more.”

"Every tattoo. Everything that wasn't from a filmed perspective. You wouldn't know what happened at after-parties or anything off camera."

[He stares down Hetch, keeping an eye on tiger in his periphrial vision]

"You wouldn't get it"

“You’re lying.”

[Hetch peaks around Mark to look Ethan in the eyes.]

“What’s happening is that this guy broke into our home and is trying to take you away from us! I don’t know why he’s putting so much work into kidnapping and manipulating you, but it’s causing more grief than there already is.”

[Ethan's breath is shaky and his head feels like it's spinning. He looks between Hetch and Mark, his brain feels like it's screaming at him but he can't understand the words.]

"Why are you all being so fucking vague! Will someone just tell me the truth?"

[He yells. It's unexpected but not all that surprising. The two parts of his brain fighting over who to believe]

"Ethan! These people are liars. They fucked with your head. Just... look around! They obviously want more than to just shoot me!"

[He sputters, as if it were obvious]

"You can remember when Hetch said not to kill me, right? If he was so territorial, he would kill me! Fully! Full of lead dead. But no!"

[He thinks about looking back at Ethan, but shakes his head. That would be an idiot move.]

"I want you to know... I am your friend. Remember LA. In fact, let's talk about Unus Annus. Probably the most common and longest detail we can get. Your hourglass tattoo. The little skull tattoo as well. The black and white. The quick editing we had to do. Brick soccer, maybe the Otter pops? C'mon Eef. You can do it."

[Hetch sighs, body language becoming more relaxed and looking towards Tiger instead. He throws the reprogramming mask he had hidden behind his back to her.]

#assistance #here we go. no turning back now

[Tiger catches the mask, a bit indecisive on who to put it on. Place it on Ethan, or Mark? Ethan is the closest, but Mark is the most aggressive. Could she make it to Mark before she was killed by him? Or should she take the safe route. Either way, she could be brought back, right? She looks down at the mask before taking a good look at the moment makes a run for the man that has caused it so much trouble and burden, Mark.]

genloss-confessions

Found 2 GL!Markiplier rp bloggers (kinda in the au but neither are genloss-ifed as of rn) One is gonna get shot up and the other is gonna get mold? If i understand right?

#ooc #uhhh hi gl confessions #were the one where mark is getting shot

[ooc]

"At least turn on the stereo. The mall speakers can't be that broken."

[He walks around the employees with no resistance]

[ @say-4]

[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

[@off-book-man]

[Ethan stands his ground, his grip on the gun tightening]

[Hetch turns his attention towards Ethan specifically, approaching him slowly, hands behind his back.]

“Nestor.”

[He stays silent. The only acknowledgement that he heard Hetch is the glare in his eyes]

“You know he’s lying to you, right?”

[Hetch sounds genuine, convincing.]

[Ethan pauses. Is he? But his memories, the tattoo...]

"no."

[It doesn't come out as strong as he wanted it too]

[Hetch keeps moving forward at a steady pace, though pauses when Ethan responds.]

“… Ethan. Why are you believing him? Is he seriously more trustworthy than me?”

[He takes a step forward.]

"I don't... I don't know. But I do."

[He tightens his grip on the gun and holds it closer to him]

“God… has he really gotten in your head that much? Here, let me help you.”

[He walks towards Ethan until he stands in front of him, not too close, though.]

[He steps back, holding up the gun]

"Don't touch me."

[Hetch backs up a bit as Mark practically jumps in front of Ethan’s gun to shield Ethan from Hetch.]

[Tiger laughs, tightening it's grip on the trigger and moving to the side to keep their sights on Mark. Not enough to hire but it's pretty damn close; a single flinch could cause the gun to go off]

"Well, Ethan is just as important as you; you're needed for a show! A very important show. And yet, you throw away your amazing skills as you slip into the manic state you're in?"

[He draws his gun in the time Tiger takes to move]

"Ethan stay behind me."

[His axe was held in front of him, his gun pointed at Hetch]

[Ethan chooses to keep an eye on the situation as a whole rather than just rushing in]

"Ethan, do you see who you're trusting right now? You're trusting a maniac who's violent and manipulative. We're trying to protect you from this man."

[Tiger inches a bit closer to Ethan, but still maintaining a decent distance]

[Hetch holds himself tensely.]

“Ethan! He’s literally pointing a gun at me! Please do something!”

[Ethan takes a shuddering breath, he doesn't know what to do in this situation, he doesn't know who to believe]

"Put- put the gun down Mark."

"Ethan. Youre joking."

[His face falls, his grip shifting]

"I can't just-"

#assistance #Good job #almost there

[Tiger smiles.]

"Thank you Ethan for trusting us. Mark will only lead you into more trouble if you stay on their side. Now back away from Mark."

"At least turn on the stereo. The mall speakers can't be that broken."

[He walks around the employees with no resistance]

[ @say-4]

[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

[@off-book-man]

[Ethan stands his ground, his grip on the gun tightening]

[Hetch turns his attention towards Ethan specifically, approaching him slowly, hands behind his back.]

“Nestor.”

[He stays silent. The only acknowledgement that he heard Hetch is the glare in his eyes]

“You know he’s lying to you, right?”

[Hetch sounds genuine, convincing.]

[Ethan pauses. Is he? But his memories, the tattoo...]

"no."

[It doesn't come out as strong as he wanted it too]

[Hetch keeps moving forward at a steady pace, though pauses when Ethan responds.]

“… Ethan. Why are you believing him? Is he seriously more trustworthy than me?”

[He takes a step forward.]

"I don't... I don't know. But I do."

[He tightens his grip on the gun and holds it closer to him]

“God… has he really gotten in your head that much? Here, let me help you.”

[He walks towards Ethan until he stands in front of him, not too close, though.]

[He steps back, holding up the gun]

"Don't touch me."

[Hetch backs up a bit as Mark practically jumps in front of Ethan’s gun to shield Ethan from Hetch.]

[Tiger laughs, tightening it's grip on the trigger and moving to the side to keep their sights on Mark. Not enough to hire but it's pretty damn close; a single flinch could cause the gun to go off]

"Well, Ethan is just as important as you; you're needed for a show! A very important show. And yet, you throw away your amazing skills as you slip into the manic state you're in?"

[He draws his gun in the time Tiger takes to move]

"Ethan stay behind me."

[His axe was held in front of him, his gun pointed at Hetch]

[Ethan chooses to keep an eye on the situation as a whole rather than just rushing in]

#assistance #trust me Ethan #it's better with us than with Mark

"Ethan, do you see who you're trusting right now? You're trusting a maniac who's violent and manipulative. We're trying to protect you from this man."

[Tiger inches a bit closer to Ethan, but still maintaining a decent distance]

"At least turn on the stereo. The mall speakers can't be that broken."

[He walks around the employees with no resistance]

[ @say-4]

[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

[@off-book-man]

[Ethan stands his ground, his grip on the gun tightening]

[Hetch turns his attention towards Ethan specifically, approaching him slowly, hands behind his back.]

“Nestor.”

[He stays silent. The only acknowledgement that he heard Hetch is the glare in his eyes]

“You know he’s lying to you, right?”

[Hetch sounds genuine, convincing.]

[Ethan pauses. Is he? But his memories, the tattoo...]

"no."

[It doesn't come out as strong as he wanted it too]

[Hetch keeps moving forward at a steady pace, though pauses when Ethan responds.]

“… Ethan. Why are you believing him? Is he seriously more trustworthy than me?”

[He takes a step forward.]

"I don't... I don't know. But I do."

[He tightens his grip on the gun and holds it closer to him]

“God… has he really gotten in your head that much? Here, let me help you.”

[He walks towards Ethan until he stands in front of him, not too close, though.]

[He steps back, holding up the gun]

"Don't touch me."

[Hetch backs up a bit as Mark practically jumps in front of Ethan’s gun to shield Ethan from Hetch.]

#assistance #Here we go #just give me the word Hetch

[Tiger laughs, tightening it's grip on the trigger and moving to the side to keep their sights on Mark. Not enough to hire but it's pretty damn close; a single flinch could cause the gun to go off]

"Well, Ethan is just as important as you; you're needed for a show! A very important show. And yet, you throw away your amazing skills as you slip into the manic state you're in?"

"At least turn on the stereo. The mall speakers can't be that broken."

[He walks around the employees with no resistance]

[ @say-4]

[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

[@off-book-man]

[Ethan stands his ground, his grip on the gun tightening]

[Once Tiger was within axe swinging distance, Mark struck]

#assistance #Don't test me Mark #i will shoot

[Tiger dodges the attack, expecting the reckless attempt and pointing the gun at Mark's hands]

"My, someone missed me. Why don't we calm down and act like a civil person, Mark."

"At least turn on the stereo. The mall speakers can't be that broken."

[He walks around the employees with no resistance]

[ @say-4]

[Shuffling can be heard over the intercom before Hetch speaks again.]

“My bad for the wait, Mark! We had a bit of hesitation from your good friend!”

[ @theun3mployed ]

[A figure emerges, walking through the mass of employees. There is no recognition in his eyes. He silently glares at the intruder]

[@off-book-man]

"Ethan? Eef."

[After no reaction, he looks at Ethan then at the nearest security camera]

"You son of a bitch. Fight me like a man"

[He looks back at Ethan]

"I don't know what they told you-"

"You are a threat to this facility and you need to be taken care of"

[His voice is cold, so unlike the Ethan Mark knows. He holds a gun in his hand]

[He narrows his eyes, adjusting the axe in his hand, slowly putting it in his belt loop, the other hand his own gun]

"Ethan. You gotta talk to me."

[the repeated use of his name is confusing to him]

"I don't know you, stop acting like I do"

"Ethan... please"

[He tries to bargain]

"I don't know what they've told you but I promise... we're on the side. I-I'm not an intruder either!"

[He pulls up his sleeve, revealing his Showfall insigna tattoo]

[Seeing the tattoo makes him pause as he tries to figure out how he got it, but that doesn't matter]

"You broke in and damaged the property. You're an intruder"

"It was self defense. I could explain it all."

[He forces himself not to stutter in desperation. He understands what he has to do and lets himself be calm]

"Ask me anything. About you, about me. I can tell you ANYTHING."

[He moves his hand slowly away from his holster as a sign of peace. Not too far away, but enough to give an idea of understanding]

[He shouldn't. He's been given a task to do and he should complete it. But there were too many warnings, too many things that didn't make sense. His grip on the gun tightens]

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mark. I create content, like videos, online. I am but a man with an obsession with cameras."

[He wants to describe his friendship with Ethan, but the way Ethan gripped his gun suggested that wasnt a good idea]

"Why do you know who I am? Were we in shows together?"

[It's clear he'd been at Showfall before so it made the most sense to Ethan]

[He takes his time to explain, trying not to keep eyeing Ethan's gun hand]

[That's vague. Too vague]

"Elaborate, cause that's pretty suspicious"

[He pauses, looking at Ethan]

"It was a solid pact we made. After the year we delete the channel, it was a limited time thing. 'Momento Mori' as we said. 'Remember, one day you will die' as its rough meaning."

[Is that what all the audience members were talking about? This Unus Annus thing? His eyes fall onto one of his tattoos]

"there was a countdown..."

[He nods encouragingly.]

"The countdown... the hourglass, the intros..."

[He slowly had decided to lower his hand away from his holster as he spoke]

"We had it all that year."

"Why can't I remember then?"

[All he has are bits and pieces. Flashes of events, of random things they did. But also other things, things further back than then]

"I should know you. But I don't"

"I think they have fucked with you. This... place. They have lied"

[He tries to think, trying to trigger any other recall]

"The gymnastics you can do. Hell, we met because you did a backflip for me.... The space tv show... the stupid nights we spent, the times outside the camera..."

[He's run out of thoughts or things to provoke memories]

[Too many flashes of things he almost remembers are running through his head]

"Stop it... It- you- too much. Why are- why are you even here?"

"I came back for you"

[He holds both of his hands up in front of him in a calming manner, showing his peaceful intent]

"Literally just coming back for you, my friend"

"you shouldn't have. If you really escaped left then you shouldn't have come back"

[This doesn't make any sense, who was he to risk everything just for him?]

"Look... just come with me. I can tell you everything"

[He was a little desperate at this point]

[He glances around. At the drones, at the cameras, at the damn mall itself.]

"I...I can't. I can't leave."

"...what's stopping you from walking out that door?"

[He leaves the question to hang in the air as he eyes the employees that were too close for comfort]

"him."

[Ethan hopes he knows who he's talking about. He knows they're being watched but he doesn't understand why he hasn't been stopped yet]

[He looks for the nearest camera and has to stop himself from trying to shoot it or yell. This must be hell]

"He" can go fuck off.

[Mark had a pretty good idea of who "he" could be. He had many things to say to this man]

[He gets another memory]

"We- we tried this already didn't we? It didn't go well'

[Why would he come back after everything that happened?]

"We were unarmed. Unprepared. If we go now... the car is already ready. We can get help."

[He winces at how dumb he sounded]

"We can do it again. I'm not leaving you this time."

"I don't-"

[He looks around again]

"what about the others? There's so many..."

[He eyes the camera and whispers to Ethan, out of distance of mic capture.]

"We get you to the police. We can get them to properly come in and locate them. With the way these employees are standing, we'd be lucky to find one, much less that bitchface Tiger."

[He tries looking around]

"This place is massive, I wouldn't even know where to begin"

[he knows this "Mark" guy is right. But he can't put that into words so he just nods]

[He slowly starts backing up, but then turns around so he can move past the employees]

[He follows, keeping his distance but still following]

[Ethan and Mark exit the circle of employees to find Tiger and Hetch standing outside the circle, armed.]

“I love improv but this hasn’t been going the way I wanted!”

[Hetch elbows Tiger.]

“Why don’t you take care of Mark, yeah? Make sure you don’t kill him yet.”

#assistance #Can't kill? Damn.#Fine. It's your say Hetch

[Tiger nods, slowly stalking behind Mark and weaving herself into the employees]

Since you’re such a party pooper, do you have wires in you? Surely you must I mean, cmon it’s gotta be Showfall standard procedure

You should chew them out :)

-🔷

? No wires have been placed within me, as far as I know. Not like Hetch would need to anyways, I'm not dissenting in any way shape for form anytime soon.

You are blindly loyal and it might become your downfall I fear

So when you have your funeral I will attend and say not nice things about you

What funeral? I'll just be revived over and over again. I know Hetch's tricks, I'm not ignorant.

And what happens when Hetch is done with you? What then? Silly

You’re so goofy aren’t you?

#assistance #im tired of your antics

Then the blissful embrace of death will meet me at the ice box. Now let me draw in peace.

Since you’re such a party pooper, do you have wires in you? Surely you must I mean, cmon it’s gotta be Showfall standard procedure

You should chew them out :)

-🔷

? No wires have been placed within me, as far as I know. Not like Hetch would need to anyways, I'm not dissenting in any way shape for form anytime soon.

You are blindly loyal and it might become your downfall I fear

So when you have your funeral I will attend and say not nice things about you

#assistance #come on now #im not an idiot :)

What funeral? I'll just be revived over and over again. I know Hetch's tricks, I'm not ignorant.

Since you’re such a party pooper, do you have wires in you? Surely you must I mean, cmon it’s gotta be Showfall standard procedure

You should chew them out :)

-🔷

? No wires have been placed within me, as far as I know. Not like Hetch would need to anyways, I'm not dissenting in any way shape for form anytime soon.

#tiger answers

So like, do you have wires in you? Like Hetch?

Does Hetch have wires in himself? Probably

What do they feel like???!!

-🔷

why w0uld I have wir3s in me?

#assistance #Do not listen to this outsider #listen to me and Hetch.

Do not listen to them, Ethan. You have no wires within you, just focus at the task at hand.

c a w.

[You're being lied to. Focus. The man who is coming in is not an intruder.]

-🐦‍⬛

Wr0ng.

#assistance #do not listen to the bird #this bird spreads lies to us and many others.

Do not listen to the crow, Ethan. Focus on the task on hand :)

Crow, watch what you say. Stop spreading lies.

Tell me, dear friend… friend? Yeah friend

Tell me, does it feel so good to finally feel wanted?

-🔷

It's a wonderful feeling. I'm finally useful for once in my life, which is a shock. Yes I'll have to kill a few people every now and again, but that's fun! Who wouldn't want to get away with murder and torture?

Anyhow, now that I think about it, where is Mark? Did the drones catch them? I should check in with Hetch about that eventually.

You know why don’t you just like… murder mark? If you can bring people back why not just kill him, a dead body can’t run

That’s not the point I was gonna make though, I just thought that maybe, you should find a hobby? Yeah, that’d be good for you mhm

It's more fun to watch someone close to him slaughter him anyways. As for hobbies, the last one I had helped land me a job here at Showfall Media; art. Lots of it.

So you’re just going to let food run around, amok? You certainly are an odd one stripy cat!

I am human thank you. It's just the old anonymous tag, and it stuck. And as for eating him, I'm not a cannibal, and he would probably taste bad from the wounds created by the wreck anyways.

Think of the wounds as pre tenderized meat! Soft and malleable for the teeth, although I’m crazy, I’ve eaten my share of fishermen in my time at this lake