#original statement

[avatar-of-the-webgraph]

First Statement!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77625531/chapters/203336636#workskin

Statement of a trans person of unknown gender, regarding their body and it's changes

TW: Selfharm, Implied Suicide, Body Dysphoria

[arclightwrites]

Buried Avatar? In my fanfiction?

Its more likely than you think.

I wrote a new fanfiction, playing with themes of the lonely, the extinction, and most importantly to the many who have talked about dirt underrepresentation, the buried.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I do warn, there is some suicidal ideation/a descriptor of a failed attempt. It plays in the typical of the magnus archives but still.

[ozzyd27]

Dark Statement

*I always found The Dark most boring so this took a while, but in the end I created something I like. Beware though! This story is very dark near the end. There are descriptions of self harm and suicide. Don't read if you're not in the right head space!!!!*

The Ozzy Statements Episode 14: Torment In Darkness

Statement of a mysterious shadowed figure, regarding his tormented victims. Original statement given March 12th 2009. Recorded by Ozzy, The Archivist.

Statement begins.

This is what you must understand, Archivist: The Dark is inevitable. It is within the core of all primal fear. When does one feel most hunted? When does one feel most alone? When do you feel the prickle of a gaze on your neck? What do you think will be left after all is dead? Darkness. Black. Void.

Hidden in the deep, drowned recesses of our existence hides pools of total black so abyssal that they actively absorb light. They bend and blind, powerful and guttural. The gurgling, wretched, primordial darkness you would know had you never existed. Like a whirlpool they drag the curious in, but like a flame they flicker out as victims succumb. They hide nestled in the alleys, they lick the air from the gutters, they nest and breed within the caves, and eventually they slither upon mortals to feast on their hopes. Shadows pulse around these multitudinous oceans of ink, to slather humanity in utter unknown.

But now it is known.

Below, miles below, inside of the bowels of the earth is where I was born. I was birthed from a shifting pool of darkness, where hopes and reveries are foreign. Sentience created from nothing, cruelty begotten by apathy. For decades I learnt the nature of shadow, and the oppostion they hold to humanity.

Now I can feel the points of pure void all around us, forever just out of your sight, and I can control them. I can control all of the darkness in this world Archivist, and beyond! I shiver from the dying of a distant star which bathes the universe in void, I relish in the unknown chasms left undisturbed and corrupted with tendrils of slimy darkness upon distant planets. But right here, upon the earth is where it all feels the most pleasurable. And do you know where there is the least light on earth? Where the hidden pools of void most lurk?

Within the body, the organs, between tissue and bone, infecting the sinew and muscle. The body is the darkest place of all, and in one instant I can coax the darkness to cumulate around its hidden heart, and harden into an orb within the brain. Instant brain death, at my will, at my fingertips. Alas, there is no horror in that, nothing heavy in the pit of your stomach, no deep bubbling dread at something beyond your comprehending just out of sight.

So I lurk, I wait, I stalk. Last night I followed a woman home for over 2 hours, she was almost running near the end, poor thing. She knew I was coming closer as the shadows around smothered her, but every time she turned around there was nothing there. Until there was. Her fear was impeccable.

The reason I'm here, though, Archivist, is to document a very special man. He was wonderful to torment, and I wish only for him to be remembered as a perfect victim, the kind who avatars only ever dream of.

His name was Kevin, and around a week ago I found him curled in a ball in an alley, drowning in alcohol after a breakup. Malleable. Weak. Delicious. It turned out that he lived next to his ex, and so when he returned home, stumbling down the street, I bent the shadows inside her home. They slithered and hardened upon the couch to appear in the shape of another man. Quite benign, I will admit, but Kevin instantly collapsed into tears, believing she had already moved on from him. When he scrambled for the doorknob to his home and lurched inside I discovered that it was delicously miserable. Dim, flickering lights spluttered above piles of rubbish, pools of dirty clothes, stacks of mouldy plates near the sink. He kicked and tripped over sporadic cans and plastic bags littering the floors until he reached a murky, stained yellow bed. Clearly this man was in the abyssal clutches of desperate poverty and struggling through life, as letters were strewn about depicting urgent warnings, bail conditions, and many negative numbers. He ignored them all and crumpled on the bed.

I got a great idea from these letters, which surely incurred the wrath of the police on a regular basis. The shadows on the porch hardened into a massive black fist, and Kevin jumped in shock as 3 massive, rapturous knocks resounded throughout the house. Tears streamed down his face as he muttered “No, no not again please please!”, he went to investigate but found his doorway completely empty once opened. His relief was palpable, yet stunted by what seemed to be the silhouette of a police car down the road…

I did not let him sleep that night, even as he drifted upon the rotted wings of alcohol, slumber only a blink away. The piles of junk made wonderful canvases for horrors. The chair with coats and dirty jackets piled upon it was easy to manipulate to look like a horned demon. Through the open door the multitudinous detritus looked like an army, a gang of murderers lurking, waiting for him to shut his eyes. Beneath the flickering light they seemed to move and breathe, and grin. Any time he became complacent, I would brush past his neck, or make something fall in another room. His wide eyes of utter fear were beautiful, a masterpiece, when they laid upon my creations.

I expected him to go to work the next day, but he had no employment. I infer that he was getting money from his ex. At around 7 AM he fully gave up on sleeping, and went to his house phone - he didn't even have a mobile phone, how amazingly pathetic. The beep of inputted numbers was loud and piercing, and I was intrigued as to who he would call. It is important, you see, to know your victim's source of hope so that you can violently crush it. However, there was no need for these measures as the ringing phone went to voicemail. A weak, trembling voice drifted from Kevin “Hey d-dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… I know it's been hard for you since mum… I miss her so much, b-but I don't want to lose you too!” He paused, becoming distracted by a moving shadow in the corner. He shook his head and continued, tears lurking beneath his words “I just needed the money, dad. They… told me I definitely wouldn't get caught! They p-promised me! I would never have- It was so… embarassing… I regret it. But I, I need help now dad. I need you! Please just…” his voice became meek and quiet as he uttered the next words “...don't hate me”.

I could scarcely hide my excitement, this vessel of weakness and fear was beyond perfect. I took advantage, and cut the phone line with hardened shadow so Kevin would never know if his father forgave him. Still, he stayed inside his home. I think he had long since given up on trying to get a job, instead opting to read books inside. Unfortunately everywhere he went inside his home, the lighting was too dim to read properly. The deep shadows made him squint, and could only get through a couple of pages before he got a headache and gave up.

Again, the door was knocked 3 times, and again there was nothing.

Whenever he opened the curtains, they would be closed when he turned back.

Again the door was knocked 3 times, and again there was nothing.

The cool breeze turned icy around his ankles, he swore he could see black darkness gripping them tightly.

Again the door was knocked 3 times, but this time he didn't answer. It wasn't me, though, that time. It was his ex girlfriend, prepared to apologise, with the intent of getting back together. Away she walked solemnly, as Kevin was curled inside with his hands upon his ears, feeling that he was completely crazy. Shadows crawled on his shoulders but he didn't move, just cried.

A couple of hours later, a broken man stumbled into the bathroom, despair painted within his eyes. The shadows resting upon his brain stem whispered to me his intentions, and I smiled. His tired hands reached towards a small closet, and the shadows lifted from it, encouraging him forward. Within it was a blade. An old blade crusted with blood, not used in many years. Tears running down his face, Kevin slumped to the floor and stared at the blade in his hand. “Do it Kevin” the shadows behind his head whispered.

Thin slits at first, on his leg. A desire to feel something, anything, to know he wasn't crazy. Then they became longer, deeper, droplets of blood running like his tears, falling into the cracks of the tiles, fueled by self hatred and despair. “I deserve it” he mutters groggily. “You deserve it” I whisper assuredly.

His legs, and then arms and torso, became a battlefield of wounds, soon cutting deep to fascia, encouraged by the swarming embrace of darkness. Now its too late, he thinks, there's no going back now. Fear slices through his flesh. Fear for what would happen if he survived, the judgement and strife. Fear for the verdict of his father. Fear for his unknown, but surely horrible, future. Blood. Gore. Delicious hopelessness.

Slowly he bleeds out, a grimace upon his face, and torrents of blood drying on the tiles. Darkness envelopes him, and Kevin's weak, thin flame is no more.

I do wish I could have stayed with him for longer, he was by far my favourite, but I can never resist the fatal crescendo. It's all just so

Statement ends.

Delicious.

[americanoddysey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter update! here he comes! the Bastard

[instituteslosttapes]

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* bugs

* mention of abusive relationships

Statement of Alessio Giordano, regarding the death of their partner in the spring of 2001. Original statement given the 27th of October, 2001. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus institute London.

Statement begins

They’re my friends, you know. They’ve always been my friends. Whenever I’ve had a bad day, or even a good day, they’ve always been the ones I’ve talked to. They understand me better than anyone else. Better than therapists, my so-called friends, my family… even better than my partner David… but David could never understand me. He made it obvious he could never understand me, though I'm not sure how hard he tried. They understood me though, they didn’t even have to try. I talked to them about David a lot… They hated David. Who didn’t hate David though? He hurt me, they would never hurt me. They loved me.

Statement ends.

Upon investigation It appears as though Alessio Giordano did in fact have a partner named David, who disappeared in the spring of 2001, Alessio was questioned in his disappearance but was eventually released when the police officers working the case died…. Their bodies were found in the woods with their eyes and skin removed, supposedly eaten away by some sort of insect. We haven’t been able to contact or track down Alessio Giordano, and I’m not sure I want to…

Recording ends.

[leasagna-lea]

Statement of: anonymous

Regarding: man door hand hook car door

Original statement given: 06/19/12 (tue)

Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute London

Statement begins.....

Man & girl go out to drive under moonlight-

[pacificseaotter]

 [CLICK]

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Michael Jones, regarding an unusual trip on xyr friends’ boat, in the Puget Sound near Seattle. Original statement given November 4th, 2007. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)

I suppose I should start this off by saying I’ve never really believed in the supernatural. Never was one for ghost stories. I was quite the avid denier in fact. A man of science, I considered myself. I guess what I mean to say is, I wouldn’t have believed my own story if I hadn’t lived through it. But I know what happened, and I am completely certain it was real.

It all happened around Christmas, when I was visiting up north in Seattle for the holidays. The whole family was gathering at my grandparents’ house, and we were all planning to stay in the area for several days to celebrate. Now, I’m not sure how familiar you are with Seattle, given that you’re British, so let’s just say hotels in a populated city at Christmas time aren’t exactly cheap. So I phoned an old friend to see if I couldn’t crash at their place for a couple days. They, surprisingly, had no issue with it, and so the morning of Saturday the 22nd I was boarding a plane to Washington.

My friend was a fairly well-off individual, as one has to be to afford owning a home in a city like Seattle. I took a bus to clouds street and walked the last few blocks to their door. Luckily for me, the lights were on, illuminating a variety of pride flags and stickers taped to the windows, including a small braided bracelet made with purple, white, and green threads. I recognized it because I’d been the one to make it.

The door opened before very long at all, and I was greeted by a familiar face, dyed pink-purple-blue hair framing clouds face. “Mike!

“‘Allo, Karl!” I grinned. I would have waved, but I couldn’t exactly do that when I had a suitcase in one hand and my beanie clutched in the other. I don’t exactly know when I took it off, but that wasn’t supernatural, that was just my typical impulsivity.

Karl smiled back and stepped back to let me inside, the slight jingle of beaded bracelets audible. “Great to see you again, Mike!”

I expressed a similar sentiment, then quickly inquired about my sleeping arrangements. Karl led me into a rather nice room, furnished minimally with a single bed and desk- a nice bed and desk, mind you. The walls were an oddly mesmerizing sky-blue with hints of white, almost like clouds. I later found myself staring at them for hours, tracing their faint wisps with my eyes.

“Make yourself at home!” Karl told me welcomingly, before heading out to give me some space, which I appreciated. I’m a pretty outgoing guy, but it had been a long trip and I was tired. I proved this approximately five minutes later by falling asleep fully clothed atop the bed.

The next morning, I woke up to be informed of two things. First, Karl now had a girlfriend, Raven, who was incredibly nice and who I got on very well with. And secondly, the two of them wanted to know if I’d like to go out boating with them.

Since most of my family wasn’t due to arrive until Christmas Eve and would be staying for a bit after Christmas itself, I could easily spare the day to go out and see the city, or at least its waters. I told Karl and Raven as much, and the two were thrilled. Within the hour, I was fed a hearty breakfast of pancakes and herded into their blue Subaru, headed off to go boating.

I can’t say I’m entirely clear on where exactly we were, since I wasn’t really familiar with the area then, and I still am not now. But I do know that Karl and Raven seemed quite confident, and it couldn’t have been much past eleven o’clock when we motored out into the Puget Sound. The sky was bright and sunny, not a dissimilar color to the walls of the bedroom I’d stayed in.

It was altogether quite a good trip. Raven pointed out buildings on the Seattle skyline- did you know the Space Needle really isn’t that tall compared to Seattle’s skyscrapers? Karl smiled and assured me that they’d heard this fact a thousand times before, but didn’t complain as Raven told me all about the city. Karl’s expression as cloud looked at Raven was full of the fondness that one can’t help but smile at.

“Mike, you still like salmon?” Karl asked me once we could no longer see the city. We were still surrounded by forested shores.

“Yeah,” I nodded. I’d always enjoyed seafood, and the seafood here was pretty good, in my humble opinion. We ate a hearty lunch of fish sandwiches and Lay’s potato chips, which I quite enjoyed, and it was clear Raven and Karl did as well. I closed my eyes contentedly, feeling sunlight warm my body as I ate. The only things in the world that mattered at that moment were the gentle breeze, the bright sunlight, and the distant calls of seagulls. We were far enough from the city that I couldn’t hear many cars, so I didn’t think much of the relative silence.

I don’t know how long I sat there, savoring the good weather and relaxing sounds of the waves lapping against the side of the boat. Some time later, after what could have been anywhere from minutes to hours, I opened my eyes again to the sight of blue. Endless azure skies stretched above us and sapphire water surrounded our boat, which felt like a tiny speck in this great blue world. The only break in the various shades of blue were the white clouds high above.

“We should be getting back, I think,” Karl told me. They were right; I had planned to head to my parents’ house that night, and I didn’t want to worry my mother by being late.

“It’s so nice out here,” I remarked to Raven as we motored through the waves, the blue never fading or dimming. I thought we ought to have seen land coming into view by now; the Puget Sound is not excessively wide. “I know, it’s my favorite place to be,” ae smiled, staring mesmerized at the wake coming off the boat as it cut through the water like a knife through butter.

Karl tsked and frowned at the sky, seeming displeased with something. I stood and walked to the back of the small boat, where cloud was sitting in the driver’s seat. “Everything alright?” I inquired.

They shook their head and gave a small sigh of frustration. “There should be land here.” I looked up, not sure what I was expecting, and saw nothing but the same blue water and sky. “And my phone’s not getting any connection.” I glanced at my own phone and found that I also had absolutely no cell coverage.

“Huh, that’s odd,” I said, extremely intelligently.

“Yeah, I know,” Karl replied, biting their lip worriedly. “And we should have seen land by now.”

I simply nodded my agreement and stared out into the deep blue world surrounding us. The color no longer seemed bright and cheery to me, instead it was almost… ominous. Like the sky was going to open and swallow us whole. I don’t quite know where the thought came from, but it felt terrifyingly right. As we continued on through the blue, with no signs of land, I only grew more convinced of this.

I was not alone in feeling that the charming appearance of the sea and sky were hiding a dark, malicious secret behind them. Karl was glancing around and biting clouds lip with increasing frequency, expression not dissimilar to my own. Raven, however, was standing, leaning over the rail and staring into the water mesmerized. As I watched, ae slowly crept along the side of the boat and towards the bow.

I started making my way towards her, unable to shake the feeling that there was something wrong with her movements. Ae didn’t seem quite aerself, moving almost as if controlled by some unseeable force. As it turned out, it was a good thing I did so, since right as I reached her, Raven jumped, and gravity seemed to decide not to work, because she started to float up towards the sky. I grabbed aer arm and yanked aer back down to the deck of the boat. She fought me quite a bit, and it was a lucky thing that I like to wear thick sweaters, because I think that had I not been protected by the heavy wool, her long nails would have torn my skin open.

But I did manage to calm aer eventually, and ae took to simply lying dejectedly on the deck and staring up into the sky, eyes focused on something beyond my sight. Perhaps she was just staring at an interesting cloud, but I got the feeling it was nothing so innocent. Ae seemed… distant, disconnected, like ae barely registered that Karl and I were there.

Speaking of Karl, they continued to drive us through the blue. It felt like hours that we went on and on before suddenly the motor cut out and there was a deafening silence. I turned to see Karl slumped back into clouds seat, thankfully still conscious, but looking utterly defeated. “Are you alright?” I demanded, my own voice sounding utterly miniscule in the great blue world around us.

“I don’t know where we are!” Karl looked at me, face slack with terror. They stared at me horrified, although not at me. More at the situation we were in. “We should have hit land hours ago.”

I nodded sagely and walked over to cloud. “This can’t go on forever, can it?” I asked, trying to be reassuring. But from the look on Karl’s face, I’d only succeeded in making their fear worse.

“What if it does?” cloud asked, voice small and hopeless. I looked out at the waters surrounding us and bit my lip contemplatively. Could this go on forever? Admittedly, it was starting to eat away at me. But at the very least I seemed to be keeping my composure, which was more than could be said for Raven or Karl. I didn’t, and still don’t blame them for what happened, though. I know I’m a bit more relaxed than most, especially when it comes to stressful situations.

“We’ll make it back eventually,” I assured Karl. I didn’t really have any idea of how true this was, but I’m an optimist, and it wouldn’t do anyone any good to cause Karl to worry more than they already were. Karl closed clouds eyes and took a deep breath in, and stared out unhappily into the blue. “Let me drive a bit,” I offered. They nodded and slid out of the driver’s seat onto the floor.

I sat down in the seat and turned the ignition key, and a strange feeling came over me, like removing a weight I didn’t know was there. The crushing feeling of nothingness that had been slowly creeping over me lightened, and I felt drastically more cheery. That’s not to say the heavy feeling was gone entirely, but it was considerably less, which was a relief.

I slowly moved the boat forward again, acutely aware of the gaping blue sky above me. It was bright and sunny, but had a darkness to it, like it was going to open up and swallow us in its lengths. But there didn’t seem to be anything I could do- it certainly didn’t seem like a better idea to jump into the water, although I did consider it. So I kept pushing on, driving the boat for what I assume to be several hours, although I have never really had a good sense of time.

I can’t tell you how long it had been when I saw the beginning of something begin to take shape on the horizon. I admit, I was a bit worried some massive wave was coming for us, or a giant, sentient raincloud. The idea seems silly now, but I was in the middle of some great magic thing, of that I have no doubt. There’s no other explanation for it; there are no stretches of water near Seattle that are this large, and the Pacific Ocean is only accessible through canals which are never wide enough that you can’t see the shore.

The thing that I was beginning to see was thankfully, land. I am not ashamed to admit I let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized what it was. Real, normal land, covered in pine trees and the signs of human life: roads and houses dotting the shoreline and telephone poles poking up above it all. It wasn’t Seattle, but at least it wasn’t endless water.

It was then that Karl stood and came over to me, looking incredibly relieved. “I have service again!” cloud told me giddily. I pulled out my own phone, having not even thought to check it, and sure enough, I had cell. Also, about a million unread messages, which I had no doubt would be a massive headache for me later, when I had the time to check them. That time was, however, decidedly not right then.

And then I noticed the time.

According to my phone, it was nearly 4pm on December 24th. We had left on the 23rd, and even disregarding the fact that there was no way we’d spent that long on the water, there hadn’t been a night. It had been bright and sunny the whole time- but come to think of it, the sun hadn’t moved like it should’ve. None of the encounter before this had really shaken me, but this? It was definite proof that something supernatural had happened to us, and I wasn’t sure I liked that very much.

We did eventually find our way back to Seattle, discovering in the process that our trip had taken us across the Sound to the city of Bremerton. I am not familiar with the geography around Washington, but from what Karl and Raven told me, there was no way it could have taken us this long to get here. This was proven when we made it back in under an hour.

The next few days are a blur in my mind. We went back to Karl and Raven’s house, and none of us had the energy to cook dinner, so we just ordered takeout. I went back into the guest bedroom to check on my things, forgetting momentarily about the blue, cloud-covered walls. I know I froze in the doorway when I saw them, and Karl would later tell me they found me collapsed on the ground, mumbling something about ‘the vast.’ All I remember is a sensation of falling, farther than I should have been able to, and then nothing.

I did end up going to my family’s Christmas party, although I felt distant and I think they must have assumed I was drunk, since they didn’t make too much of an effort to disturb me from my thoughts. Afterwards, my parents gave me a lecture on how I ‘wasn’t the child they remembered’ and how they ‘knew I could do better.’ It didn’t really bother me, since the alternative was telling them what happened and probably making them think I was crazy

I went home that weekend and assured my coworkers that my trip had gone well, despite how it had definitely not. I would later hear that Karl and Raven moved away from Seattle, to the middle of Illinois, I think it was. I could see their reasoning; landlocked, with enough trees to block out the sky. California suits me just fine, but I admit I’ve considered moving out near them. Maybe I will, if the proximity to the coast ever gets too much.

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends. There were not many official records to check that could prove the validity of Mx. Jones’s statement. However, I have had Sasha attempt to contact Karl and Raven Smith, and she has been successful. They confirmed that the encounter Mx. Jones declined to make a statement, and did not seem interested in assisting us with follow-up. Given that there were multiple witnesses, I suppose this cannot be dismissed as a hallucination or a dream. Additionally, the descriptions of falling, mentions of ‘the vast,’ and the sky seeming to swallow people whole do seem eerily similar to several prior statements. However, given the fact that it is impossible to prove that this encounter ever occurred, I am inclined to disbelieve it. End recording. [CLICK]

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[gingerbreadpopsolo]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: OFC/OMC (Toxic Relationship), OFC & OFC Characters: Original Statement Giver(s) (The Magnus Archives), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Fear Entity Avatars (The Magnus Archives), Original Corruption Avatar Additional Tags: Statement Fic (The Magnus Archives), Original Statement (The Magnus Archives), Spheksophobia, or better known as, Wasps, Body Horror, Toxic Relationship, Flowers where there shouldn't be flowers, Mention of gaslighting, Gaslighting, Graphic Description of Corpses, Minor Character Death, Character Death, this is magnus archives of course theres death, Canon-Typical The Corruption Content (The Magnus Archives), Written for a Discord Competition, No seriously this statement is not for faint of heart, The Dove is not Dead but Critically Injured, Not Britpicked, I did my best Summary:

Statement of Harper Beckett regarding her former relationship with her ex-boyfriend, Jasper Rhodes. Original Statement Given on April 21st, 2007. Audio Recording by [REDACTED].

Statement Begins.

I made a statement :D