Sounds like he knew something before we did? Or... He's just that good at predicting the future?? When was this video uploaded? And which scary games is it?
After the events of WKM, the DA attempts to move on & create a life for themselves despite being trapped in the mirror. Against their hopes & wishes, their past seeks them out in the form of a familiar face.
*What Could Have Been- Sting*
*I may expand this & turn it into a complete story in the future.*
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Daylight filters through the cracked glass reflecting the main entrance of the decrepit, forgotten manor. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of one of the books I have read a thousand times, I suddenly feel a chill crawl down my spine. What the hell? The physical feeling startles me back to reality because I haven’t felt anything like that in years. Immediately, I close the book & scan the room, nothing not even in the outside world. Faint tapping screams through the silence-drowned manor. Probably just the weather. After a few seconds, it occurs again. This time I realize the odd sound is coming from inside the house. My mind starts spinning with ideas of what type of animal has climbed through a broken window or one of the rotting walls. Maybe it’s another raccoon coming to search through the rubble or maybe the squirrel I saw the other day has come back. Excited to see a living creature, I get up to find it. Before I can even travel to the next reflection, a voice freezes me in place.
“Y/n, I know you’re in there. Come out.” There’s people here!
“Y/n?” I whisper to myself. Something about that name tugs at my heart. Then again that voice is also eerily familiar. I jump from reflection to reflection searching for any sign of the people with no luck. Suddenly, the realization hits me. Y/n, that was- is my name. My name is Y/n. I haven’t heard that name in years. The last time I…that voice…Damien? Appearing in the mirror that holds my soul hostage, I see the man who used me & shattered my heart. Sorrow in addition to hope consumes me upon seeing him but it quickly gets replaced by bubbling rage.
“Why are you back?” I seethe.
“You don’t seem very pleased to see me.” His smooth voice provokes me.
“& why should I be? You’re the last person I ever want to see.”
His jaw clenches but he continues. “I can get you out of there.”
“I don’t want your help.”
He smirks. “Stubborn as always but I can give you what you want. All I’m asking is that you…”
“I want you to leave.” He appears taken back.
“Even after all these years you still blame me. We were happy before that night & we can still be happy if you will only listen to me.” Anger emanates from his voice as it increases in volume.
Unfazed by his temper, I snap back. “We? There is no ‘we’ not after what you did, Damien.”
“It’s Dark now.” He sneers
“Oh, I apologize, Dark.”
“That snake took everything away from me! I was merely protecting you from him. It was for the best.”
“You know what would have been ‘for the best’? If I had never agreed to your fucking deal. I trusted you & you betrayed me. Mark may have been the cause of all this but he never did anything to me. You on the other hand took everything away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Just leave me alone! Leave me alone like you have for the past however many years it’s been.”
“91” My anger immediately dissolves from his simple answer. 91? It’s been 91 years since that night? I’ve been trapped in a reflection utterly alone for nearly a century?
“You just expect me to agree to your plan after you abandoned me for a century? I’ve managed to make some semblance of a life without you- without anyone for that matter. I Don’t Need You. Why do you even want to ‘help’ me? I don’t have anything anymore. I am just a reflection of a person because of you. So tell me, what are you going to gain from ‘helping’ me? ”
He continues to stare back with a blank expression which only ticks me off more. Before I do anything irrational –like I could– I begin to leave to another reflection in the manor. “I miss you.” His baritone voice stops me.
Without turning back around to face him, I say, “Little late for that, Damien.”
A deep growl keeps me in place. “I tried to play nice & you still view me as the bad guy. I thought you were better than that.” This time I spin on my heels to face the man I used to believe was my friend.
“& I thought you were better than to destroy what we had.”
“I didn’t destroy…”
“Go ahead, keep blaming Mark for your actions.” Suddenly he takes a hold of the frame surrounding my vision of the outside world & rips the mirror off the wall.
“I have heard enough of your insolence.”
“Put Me Back! Damien, put…”
“Stop calling me that name!” I glare daggers at him but he seems to be amused by it. “How are you even going to stop me, doll?”
“I’m not your doll.” Rage gets the best of me I throw a punch which would have made contact with his smug face if not for the glass separating us. Instead of flinching, his smirk just grows as he leaves the manor with me in tow. I attempt to jump to another reflection but some force keeps me tethered to the single, wretched, glass prison. Knowing there is nothing I can do, I fall silent, exhausted from my outburst. Why can’t I just be happy? I was just starting to get better & move on. Now Damie- Dark is back to remind me of the life that was stolen from me. What did I do to deserve this endless suffering?
I’ve seen many theories that the warp crystal is also the crystal on the box from Heist
But…there is actually a crystal IN the box as well.
It is closer to size when it is out of the Captain’s palm. Also when revealed, this crystal manipulates time just like the warp crystal.
Here’s the thing, the crystal from Heist is contained in some sort of machine like the warp core. In the end credit scene of ISWM, Dark takes the warp crystal & from Heist we know Dark knows what’s in the box. What if Dark made this device to use the warp crystal so he can kill Mark easier?
I don’t know why the crystal ends up in the box or why the box is in a museum but that’s just a theory, a game theory.