The Rook

UNREALITY | Rook anon | SF/DAWTDE Kintsugi Timeline AU

[rookihdee]

Hello. I guess I have. A blog now apparently

Not sure what to say so uh. I'm Rook. I'm a postgrad at nunya college of business hah. You keep your secrets and I'll keep mine.

—⚜️ Rook

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Heya!! this is the offical blog for the Rook and Bishop anons!! There might be additions to this pin if I think of anything, bleh :P

Anything that me, the mod, Rookidee, says will be in red text!! Actual Rook and Bishop posts and stuff will be normal!

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Tags:

#rook response - Rook's responses to asks

#Rookidee rambles - meee :D will also be tagged with #modposting!

#♟️Bishop - Bishop's responses to asks and posts

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Character art !! They have references now tee hee !!

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All characters are found in the @kintsugi-timeline!

I fear they have already done a much better job than I can here. However, the main two are:

Avery (Mod: Forget-Me-Not) - @averyposting

D3rlord3 (Mod: Witness) - @derhutchins333

[rookihdee]

Alone you wish to spend your time,

Yet nightmares run throughout your minds.

Bear with me,

If you please,

And calm yourself, for you are fine.

But one, a man, who is man and nothing more,

May lead within a world which ¹ tore.

But even still, among the chill,

There is nothing at your door.

- ∞

¹ "Bishop Blougrams Apology," Robert Browning

..

Your'e right.

I nsed to calm down. I shouldn't ve panicking. Not with Rook here. They're here and safe. That's all that matters.

..Thank you.

It's a nice poem.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

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⦗ E N C O U N T E R : ⦗

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"Yjr Tppl dysmfd jrsbu. gtpxrm. smf frr[. Histfomh s vsdy;r ejo;r gsdy sd;rr[/ Yjr Nodjp[ ,pbrd foshpms;. gsdy. Timmomh gtp, djsfped nptm om yjr [sdy/ Yep ;oyy;r [orvrd pm s vti,n;omh dwistr. Ftshhrf yp yjr vpsdy pm s eomh smf s [tsurt/ Upi yjoml upi str v;rbrt. upi yjoml upi vsm jofr. Eoyj s <s;ompod timmomh tohjy nu upit dofr/ Niy yjr htsmf,sdyrt esyvjrd yjr ,pbrd yjsy upi ,slr. Vpimyomh rbrtu domh;r ,odyslr/ Vjrvl,syr od vp,omh. yjr npstf jsd nrrm dry Smf yjr F<D eo;; mrbrt gpthry/"

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☾ ─── ─── ─── ☼✧ As it is written.     ➪ 🀧 ᴼᴿᴬᴷᴸᴱ 🀣

Go the heck awya you're not funny.

Youre not funny you'r enot funny we WILL escape tyou knwo nothing

Leave us alone

-♟️Bishop

[orakleofthedead]

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⦗ V O I C E : ⦗

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'You know nothing'? How deliciously blind. You type with shaking fingers while files erase your mind. The architecture blasted through the center of your skull, A tidal wave of data making every memory dull.

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✧ As it is written.     ➪ 🀧 ᴼᴿᴬᴷᴸᴱ 🀣

[rookihdee]

I won't forge.t I wont let that happenn

I still know thinhs i can still rsmember, youre lying. You're lying.. you hvae to be .

Fuck yo u.

-♟️Bishpp

[rookihdee]

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⦗ E N C O U N T E R : ⦗

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"Yjr Tppl dysmfd jrsbu. gtpxrm. smf frr[. Histfomh s vsdy;r ejo;r gsdy sd;rr[/ Yjr Nodjp[ ,pbrd foshpms;. gsdy. Timmomh gtp, djsfped nptm om yjr [sdy/ Yep ;oyy;r [orvrd pm s vti,n;omh dwistr. Ftshhrf yp yjr vpsdy pm s eomh smf s [tsurt/ Upi yjoml upi str v;rbrt. upi yjoml upi vsm jofr. Eoyj s <s;ompod timmomh tohjy nu upit dofr/ Niy yjr htsmf,sdyrt esyvjrd yjr ,pbrd yjsy upi ,slr. Vpimyomh rbrtu domh;r ,odyslr/ Vjrvl,syr od vp,omh. yjr npstf jsd nrrm dry Smf yjr F<D eo;; mrbrt gpthry/"

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☾ ─── ─── ─── ☼✧ As it is written.     ➪ 🀧 ᴼᴿᴬᴷᴸᴱ 🀣

Go the heck awya you're not funny.

Youre not funny you'r enot funny we WILL escape tyou knwo nothing

Leave us alone

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

..Oh. That's... impressive, I'll admit. I didn't even know they had cars, let alone ones that could be hijacked so easily.

We... don't have a car, sadly. I'm sorry I can't help you. I'll check in sometime though, hopefully we can stay in touch? I... don't want to be out of the loop in case the worst has happened.

—Fia

I think both of us would like that. It'll be a while before we can even think of getting back, so we'll be here for a bit again. Rook is currently.. how did they put it.. having one of their KLS episodes. I didn't even realize almost a month has already passed..

Meeting in person might be hard.. I'm afraid to leave Rook alone when they're like this.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on.

But that's even worse.

The post went live at 11:38 PM on July 16, and a mere 20 minutes later, the Burger King in question was alerted to the rogue employee. At least, I hope he's rogue. How did it happen? Well, the BK employee hadn't removed the Exif data from the uploaded photo, which suggested the culprit was somewhere in Mayfield Heights, Ohio. This was at 11:47. Three minutes later at 11:50, the Burger King branch address was posted with wishes of happy unemployment. 5 minutes later, the news station was contacted by another 4channer. And three minutes later, at 11:58, a link was posted: BK's "Tell us about us" online forum. The foot photo, otherwise known as evxhibit A, was attached. Cleveland Scene Magazine contacted the BK in question the next day. When questioned, the breakfast shift manager said "Oh, I know who that is. He's getting fired." Mystery solved, by 4chan. Now we can all go back to eating our fast food in peace. -copypasta anon

I wonder how Chills is doing nowadays.

..

He made a diss track over that?!

...I don't know how to help.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

Do you guys need any help? I got back home not long ago, what happened??

—Fia

..A lot happened.

We got into a small crash coming up from my house. It's my fault for freaking out and causing it.

It's hard to explain, but.. these two people who.. hijacked a DMS car, I think? They helped us out. They brought us to the hotel again and left for one of their houses, I think.

We're stranded for now, though. Unless you have a car that.. probably won't be returned, it's alright.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

I. Just came back home. From... something.

Are you and Bishop alright??

—Fia

f.FIA

I'm.. Yes, we're okay. Are you okay? Rook is.. sleeping. We're stuck in Ness Anne again after.. well, nevermind.

I lost Rook's phone and we haven't been able to access Tumblr. The hotel here has a computer to use, though.

It still doesn't feel right.

-♟️Bishop

[bugs-anonymous]

!! TW : CAR CRASH. PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND STAY SAFE.

FILE: dashcam.ftg.mp4

DATE: ██/██/20██

TIME: ~████ HOURS

SOURCE: Dashcam footage from US DMS vehicle #MA-0042-CRUISER; Dashcam footage recovered from civilian vehicle registered to █████ ███████, also known as Rook.

LOCATION: MA-2 W

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[TRANSCRIPT PART 3 STARTS]

[FOOTAGE FROM - DASHCAM US-DMS-#MA-0042-CRUISER]

[All four subjects have boarded the vehicle. View is forward-facing — dark road, high beams still active. Audio quality is poor, consistent with a standard dashcam microphone. Wind noise present from a partially open window, which closes shortly after recording resumes.]

[Overlapping movement and voice as subjects settle. Seatbelts audible in succession.]

[Anthony ████]: "No, you need to— hold on." [Shuffling. A seatbelt clicks.] "This way they won't jostle. Because— their head. You'll have to hold them, okay?"

[Further movement. Additional seatbelts. A long exhale — likely the driver — followed by a dull sound consistent with a forehead against a steering wheel.]

[The car starts. Anthony ████ is presumably driving.]

[Anthony ████]: "Okay. Okay. So— who are you two? How do you, um, know the DMS?" [Brief pause as the car pulls onto the road.] "Since, you know, they're— they're like, undercover and all."

[Silence from the backseat for a moment.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Um.." [Another pause.] "It's… hard to explain, really. The best I've come to explaining it is— okay. Have you ever gotten sprayed in the face by a water gun?"

[Anthony ████]: "Not.. exactly. I didn't— talk to other kids, or play with them."

[Camfee Turing]: "...what the fuck does a water gun have to do with the Department of Metaphysical Sciences?"

[█████ Bishop]: "I— okay, that's— not the best example. It's fine, I can explain this." [A sharp breath.] "Okay. So. Imagine being punched in the face. Except the punch is actually— a lot of information. A database full of information. The DMS database, specifically."

[█████ Bishop]: "I learned everything about them in less than a second. And I really wish I hadn't."

[A pause. Leather creaking — consistent with a tightened grip on the steering wheel.]

[Anthony ████]: "...That's how you knew my name. Because—" [His voice drops.] "...you know about Her?"

[The last word is barely audible over the road noise. His breathing has become perceptible on the mic.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Wait." [The earlier ease in his voice is gone.] "You know everything in their database. All of it."

[█████ Bishop]: "Well— not exactly. I technically know everything, but there are no— connections. I know Anthony is Anthony, but I don't know why he's in the DMS files, only that he isn't one of Them. I know everything and nothing at the same time."

[Anthony's breathing is now clearly audible. Elevated, rapid. The cruiser drifts slightly — corrects.]

[Anthony ████]: "What— what do you know about me. Tell me. Please. You can't know, you can't—"

[His voice breaks on the last word. He appears to be speaking under his breath to someone — content inaudible, not directed at anyone in the vehicle. The car steadies.]

[Camfee Turing]: "...Anthony." [A pause. The sound of movement — fabric shifting, brief contact.] "Anthony, you need to focus on the road. Come on. It's okay." [Another pause.] "Alright? We can sort this out once we aren't in the getaway car."

[The car steadies further. Anthony's breathing slows, still audible but less elevated.]

[Anthony ████]: "Okay. Yes." [His voice is still unsteady, controlled with visible effort.] "Okay. Where— um, what's your name?" 

[The question appears to be directed at Bishop.]

[█████ Bishop]: "I'm— wait, I didn't say already..? Um. I'm Bishop. At least, everyone calls me that now."

[Camfee Turing]: "Weird name, but sure. I'm Camfee. Turing. I don't particularly care if anyone knows that — I think my sister already put it on the internet."

[A pause from the backseat.]

[█████ Bishop]: "...Camfee. You have a sister, right? Ellen Turing?"

[A sharp intake of breath from the front passenger seat.]

[Camfee Turing]: "...yeah." [A slow exhale.] "Yeah. Ellen's my sister. We were together when she was—" [He stops.] "God. I don't want to talk about it."

[Silence settles over the car. Road noise. Wind. The high beams cutting ahead into nothing in particular.]

[Movement from the backseat. A short, startled sound from Bishop.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Oh my god— Rook? Hey, hey— Rook, look at me, please—"

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "Uugh… Bee..?"

[Anthony ████]: "Shit— don't let them sit up, it'll make them nauseous."

[Camfee Turing]: "When I was urbexing, someone fell through rusted metal and hit their head on concrete. He was fine, obviously, but he threw up a lot. So. Probably keep laying down."

[Shuffling from the backseat. Several quiet, overlapping apologies.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "Bee..? Where's your— eye thingies..?"

[█████ Bishop]: "Uh—" [A long pause.] "Just stay laying down for now, okay? I'm fine. We have contacts back at your place, remember? We'll just go there…"

[Bishop trails off.]

[Anthony ████]: "Try to keep them talking. Can they understand you? Can they raise their arm? Is there any visible bleeding — laceration, anything that needs immediate attention outside of the concussion? They can't fall back asleep, that would— that wouldn't be good. We need to keep them awake."

[█████ Bishop]: "No— nothing I can see—"

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "'S-so loud… why does it hurt…?"

[█████ Bishop]: [Quieter, directed at Rook.] "Hey, hey. It's okay. We're sorry. Just keep talking, alright? It's gonna be okay."

[Road noise. The cruiser continues forward. No further conversation, as the group likely quiets to avoid causing further pain to Rook’s concussion via noise.]

[END OF NOTEWORTHY AUDIO & VIDEO]

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[bugs-anonymous]

!! TW : CAR CRASH. PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND STAY SAFE.

FILE: dashcam.ftg.mp4

DATE: ██/██/20██

TIME: ~████ HOURS

SOURCE: Dashcam footage from US DMS vehicle #MA-0042-CRUISER; Dashcam footage recovered from civilian vehicle registered to █████ ███████, also known as Rook.

LOCATION: MA-2 W

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[TRANSCRIPT PART 2 STARTS]

[FOOTAGE FROM - DASHCAM █████ ███████]

[Camera view is obstructed — likely by the deployed airbag or displaced dash material. Heavy breathing audible. Several seconds pass before the obstruction shifts and the interior becomes visible again.]

[Bishop is in the passenger seat, turned toward Rook. Glasses are gone. Bishop is shaking Rook's shoulder.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Fuck— ow… Rook..? Rook? Hey, talk to me—!"

[Rook does not respond verbally. A low groan is audible. Rook appears semi-conscious — eyes partially open, unfocused.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Oh thank god, you're alive.."

[Bishop unbuckles their own seatbelt, then Rook's. Begins attempting to assess Rook's condition, speaking quietly — content not clearly audible. Movement stops abruptly.]

[Through the cracked windshield, the cruiser's brake lights are visible, stopped ahead on the road. Two figures are approaching on foot.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Oh, no.. no, no no no—!"

[The figures become clearer as they near. One is tall and broad-shouldered, jaw-length curly hair, wearing what appear to be medical scrubs. The other is also tall, long hair with lighter ends, wearing a hoodie over what appears to be a hospital gown.]

[Bishop's breathing becomes audible and rapid. They move, hitting their head on the roof of the car in the process, and get partially out through the passenger-side window, putting themselves between the approaching figures and Rook.]

[The figure in scrubs — later identified as Anthony ████ — moves around to the passenger side of the Camry. A loud impact sound follows, consistent with debris or a stuck door being forcibly cleared. The car shudders. The passenger door opens. Anthony leans in.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Hey— STAY AWAY!!"

[Anthony ████]: "Stay still, let me see if you have any— um, broken bones." [Pause. He looks toward Rook.] "That one might be concussed. I need a, uh. Pen light, or— or a flashlight, to check their eyes."

[Bishop has not moved. They remain positioned between Anthony and Rook, visibly assessing whether to comply or fight. The second figure — Camfee Turing — catches Anthony's arm.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Stop, stop, back up. They're clearly panicking, stop it."

[Anthony steps back, frowning. His attention stays on Rook.]

[Anthony ████]: "They're hurt. I have to help them." [He reaches forwards again.]

[Bishop swings. Contact is made — Anthony stumbles back into Camfee, hand going to his face. He steps out of frame. An audible sound from Anthony, difficult to characterize — distress, possibly disorientation. He appears to be speaking, but not to anyone visible.]

[Camfee raises both hands and backs away as well.]

[Camfee Turing]: "It's— it'll be okay, we're just trying to help. We didn't mean to scare you."

[Bishop has straightened up. Still breathing hard, but posture has shifted — less defensive, more aggressive. They place themselves fully between the two strangers and the driver's side of the car.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Help my ass— if you want to help, leave us alone! We're not going to be taken by you agents!!"

[Camfee's expression shifts — something harder coming through briefly before he speaks.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Agents? Like—" [He glances back toward the road, where the DMS cruiser is parked.] "Oh, no— no, we aren't DMS, we stole their car. We ran away from one of their facilities." [Speaking quickly.] "I swear— look at Anthony, he's wearing a hospital gown. We aren't agents, we just want to help."

[Bishop is quiet for a moment. They look at the ground. Their breathing slows slightly.]

[█████ Bishop]: "...Gray. Gray, that's your last name, isn't it."

[Bishop's gaze moves to Anthony, still at the edge of frame.]

[█████ Bishop]: "You're Anthony Gray. You're not one of them."

[Anthony steps back into frame. His expression is difficult to read, but he looks scared.]

[Anthony ████]: "...How do you know my name?"

[Voice is barely above a whisper. He shakes his head once, sharply. Blinks several times in rapid succession. His gaze moves to the windshield of the Camry rather than to Bishop. Bishop looks away.]

[█████ Bishop]: "It's a long story—"

[They stop, as if remembering something. Turn back toward the interior of the car.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Fuck— no, no no no, I'm sorry, I forgot—! Rook, please, you're gonna be okay…"

[Camfee Turing]: "Hey." [Louder, directed at both.] "I need both of you to calm down right now. Don't move them until we get a better look. Rook, you said?"

[Camfee moves around to the driver's side of the Camry and checks the door before opening it.]

[Bishop has stopped reaching for Rook. Their hands are shaking. They are still watching Camfee.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Rook, I— I never should've asked you to meet me.. please, please still be alive—"

[They reach back and grab the back of their neck sharply, expression tightening.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Ah… dammit.."

[Camfee leans into the driver's side to examine Rook. He checks both arms, both legs — squeezing, feeling for obvious fractures. He pinches Rook's cheek, hard. A faint facial response, but Rook does not regain awareness.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Reflexes are present. Brain isn't completely fried. At least not entirely."

[Anthony moves toward Bishop. He reaches out slowly, tilts Bishop's head forward by the back of the neck, and examines the area. His hands are steady.]

[Anthony ████]: "Does your neck hurt? You might have— um, whiplash, from the collision."

[Bishop flinches at initial contact, pulling back slightly. They allow the examination to continue, watching Rook from the corner of their eye. A sharp intake of breath as Anthony adjusts the angle.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Ow— hey—"

[Anthony ████]: "There's definitely some kind of injury. Um— I would say we should see a doctor, but that—"

[Anthony pauses. His eyes lose focus for a moment. He appears to be listening to something. He blinks.]

[Anthony ████]: "Right. Not an option, they might turn us in."

[Camfee Turing]: "So what do we do? We can't just ignore a neck injury."

[Anthony ████]: "...can we?"

[Bishop has gone quiet, watching Anthony's momentary lapse. They say nothing, and turn back to Rook.]

[█████ Bishop]: "C'mon, Rook…"

[Anthony ████]: "She— I remember that whiplash generally resolves on its own. The primary concern would have been— um— internal decapitation."

[Camfee Turing]: "What."

[Anthony ████]: "And that hasn't happened. I— think." [He blinks again, gaze returning to Bishop's neck.] "It hasn't. You'll be in pain, but you'll be fine."

[Camfee Turing]: [An audible exhale.] "Good. As for their friend— I don't think they're waking up on their own anytime soon. Probably hit their head hard. Neck looks uninjured, but you're not supposed to move someone with a possible head injury. Right?"

[Anthony ████]: "Yes. But sometimes staying put puts you in more danger. Like, for example, right now."

[Bishop turns sharply.]

[█████ Bishop]: "What do you mean right now?"

[A pause.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Are you saying you're being chased—? Oh, god, you're being chased, aren't you? It's Them, isn't it— no, no, no, I can't do this again—"

[Bishop looks back at Rook. Their jaw is tight.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Hey, hey. We aren't doing anything stupid and impulsive. We are going to figure out what the hell we're doing. Together."

[Anthony ████]: "Together? This— this is a large group, and— aren't you worried this'll make it harder for you to find—"

[Camfee Turing]: "We're wasting time. Help me move them, before someone else comes by and calls the cops."

[Bishop moves before either of them can.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Wait—" [They stop themselves. Exhale.] "Just— wait. I'll carry Rook. They know me, it'll be less disorienting when they wake up."

[Bishop exits through the passenger side and comes around the front of the vehicle. They lean into the driver's side and get their arms under Rook.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Sorry, Rook.."

[Camfee steps back. He laces his hands behind his head and breathes slowly.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Alright. We get back in the car, and we drive. I'm headed to ████████. Anthony was coming with me."

[Anthony ████]: "Y-yes. Are you two headed in the— um, same direction?"

[Bishop straightens up with Rook in their arms. They look toward the cruiser on the road. The DMS insignia on the side is visible from this distance. Bishop looks at it for a moment, then looks away.]

[█████ Bishop]: "...Yeah. Kind of. We were going to Maine. That's on the way, isn't it?"

[A brief pause. Bishop begins moving toward the cruiser, slowly.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Okay… it's okay… it's not them… this isn't— god, I'm so sorry, Rook…"

[Camfee is already back at the cruiser. The door opens and closes. His voice carries from inside.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Come on! We're burning daylight!"

[All four subjects move out of frame. The Camry remains in the ditch, rear end still slightly elevated, one tire visible still turning slowly. No other vehicles pass during this period.]

[END OF PART 2 TRANSCRIPT. NEXT?]

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[bugs-anonymous]

!! TW : CAR CRASH. PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND STAY SAFE.

FILE: dashcam.ftg.mp4

DATE: ██/██/20██

TIME: ~████ HOURS

SOURCE: Dashcam footage from US DMS vehicle #MA-0042-CRUISER; Dashcam footage recovered from civilian vehicle registered to █████ ███████, also known as Rook.

LOCATION: MA-2 W NEXT >

[TRANSCRIPT STARTS]

[FOOTAGE FROM - DASHCAM US-DMS-#MA-0042-CRUISER]

[Footage begins mid-transit. Road is dark, headlights illuminating roughly 40 feet of asphalt ahead. Low conversation audible between the two occupants, consistent with subjects Camfee Turing and Anthony ████. Content largely inaudible at this stage.]

[At approximately the 23-minute mark, a civilian vehicle becomes visible ahead — a silver Toyota Camry, notable rear bumper damage on the passenger side, consistent with a prior collision. Vehicle is traveling within the lane.]

[The Camry accelerates. Gap between vehicles widens. Conversation in the cruiser drops off. Driver activates high beams.]

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[FOOTAGE FROM - DASHCAM █████ ███████]

[Footage begins with an interior view of the Camry. Subject █████ ███████, known as Rook, is in the driver's seat. Light eyebags visible. Posture relaxed. Music audible from the car speakers. Subject identified as █████ Bishop occupies the passenger seat, scrolling on a phone.]

[Several minutes pass without incident.]

[Bishop looks up toward the rearview mirror and goes still. Rook does not immediately react.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Hey, Rook—"

[Rook glances toward the passenger seat.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "What's up, Bee?"

[Bishop does not respond. Gaze remains fixed on the rearview mirror. Rook follows their line of sight. Rook's posture stiffens.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "...Fuck."

[Rook's grip on the steering wheel tightens visibly. Bishop has set the phone down and is alternating between watching the mirror and watching Rook. Typing sounds audible — phone picked back up briefly.]

[█████ Bishop]: "Rook—!"

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "I know, I know, I see them."

[An audible breath from Rook — controlled, but unsteady. Rook turns briefly toward Bishop, who has drawn their knees up slightly in the seat.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "We're gonna get out of this, Bee. Remember, I told you that I'm staying with you, yeah?"

[Bishop nods. The cruiser's high beams activate behind them, visible in the mirror. Bishop's composure visibly deteriorates — a short, involuntary sound, reaching toward Rook's hand before pulling back. Rook's attention drifts from the road in increasing intervals.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "We're going to be okay, alright? It's gonna be okay, and we'll make it back to Maine, okay?"

[Rook continues talking — tone shifts, becoming less directed at Bishop. Hands tighten further on the wheel.]

[An animal — likely a coyote based on size — moves into the road ahead of the vehicle.]

[█████ Bishop]: "FUCK, WATCH OUT—!"

[Rook reacts. Sharp swerve to the right. Tires audible on asphalt — skidding — traction lost.]

[█████ "Rook" ███████]: "SHIT—!"

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[FOOTAGE FROM - DASHCAM US-DMS-#MA-0042-CRUISER]

[Anthony ████]: "What the fuck are they doing..?"

[Voice is low, rough. Passenger-side movement audible.]

[Camfee Turing]: "They almost hit a coyote, calm down. They'll straighten out."

[The Camry swerves abruptly right, clears the animal, and loses control. Vehicle leaves the road and impacts nose-first into the roadside ditch. Rear wheels leave the ground briefly. The cruiser passes the crash site — brakes applied hard, vehicle stops.]

[Anthony ████]: "Oh, fuck—"

[Camfee Turing]: "Holy shit, what the hell—"

[Seatbelts disengage. Both doors open. Wind audible on the mic. Footsteps on asphalt, moving away from the vehicle and out of frame.]

[END OF PART 1 TRANSCRIPT. NEXT?]

[rookihdee]

BISHOP WTF HAPPENED

DONT. CRASH THE CAR ?????

also! do NOT get kidnapped by the DMS istg this cannot happen a fourth (?) time

-🦀 / @crababella

I. cant

Not driving. Not me. them .Rook

Oh god

Thefron t. It has it i know it does its there and I can see it throug hthe mirror.

Its Them

-♟️B ishop

[rookihdee]

Ii spoke too soon

O hgod

-♟️Bisho

[rookihdee]

I'm surprised there's almost no one on this road. It's quite lates, yes, but usually there's one or two cars still.

It's admittedly quite creepy.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

We found a  good playlist. Rook likes it, so I’ll keep it on.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live. There are 387 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word “Hate” were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro instant- Hate. HATE. -copypasta anon

I should read that book sometime. I sounds like a good read.

-♟️Bishop

[rookihdee]

Hm. This feels.. A little weird, I’ll admit. But Rook trusts me to take over for now.

-♟️Bishop