Anna is Calling...

Logs and recordings related to the Shot in the Dark canon. Masterlist of original story here: https://beesartandstuffs.tumblr.com/post/170809412853/who-killed-markiplier-shot-in-the-dark-masterlist | Carrd:  https://emmibeestuff.carrd.co/

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And thus marks the end of the Shot in the Dark Halloween Special.... with the beginning of something new.

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WARNING. THIS AUDIO IS CREEPY. THERE ARE NO JUMPSCARES, BUT THERE ARE GLITCHES AND DISTORTIONS. 

Audio transcription under the cut.

[Female robot voice saying “You have one unheard message. First unheard me-”

The audio glitches out, then falls into a deep, groaning static.

A distorted ringing fades in, along with static. Anna’s voice comes through, but it sounds far away and echoey. She sounds lifeless.

“Koda... I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I’m so sorry. Goodbye.”

There’s brief static, and then a dial tone.

Anna abruptly starts speaking again, and the sound is clear and she sounds cheerful, as if nothing happened. 

“Hey Dakota! I’ll be coming home soon. I really didn’t find anything in the house, but I’d like some help moving out again. We can make a party of it! Oh, and make sure you bring Liam too. I think he’d love this place. See you soon! I love you!”

After Anna is done, a deep, slowed robot voice says “Message deleted.”]

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This isn’t how it was meant to go.

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Liam’s Log: October 30th

He found my journals. 

I was stupid and left my door open and he found them. He recognized my handwriting.

Cognitive recalibration paired with a basic short-term amnesiac. He's on the couch. My door is closed and my journals are put away. When he wakes up, I'll feed him the story and he'll buy it. It'll be fine.

It's routine. It's normal, I've done this before.

Why are my hands shaking so bad?

I have to sacrifice something for it to work. I have to tell him something, something about me.

I usually tell him something harmless. My favorite color, the name of my first pet.

It's been too long. We know each other too well. Nothing left is harmless.

Hurry up, Anna.

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[Female robot voice saying: “You have one unheard message. First unheard message.”

Then, a medium-range female voice with a slight southern accent.

“Hey… you're… probably not even there, I… sometimes I wonder if you've ever even existed. I know that's stupid, but… what I wouldn't give to hear your voice again. I can't find your photo in my wallet… I think I lost it. I can barely remember what you look like. That's bad, isn't it…?… I just want to sleep…  Emma talks to me sometimes… She says… if I just let her in, I can sleep… but I can't figure out where she is.  Sometimes, I think she's in the parlor… sometimes she's in the upstairs bedroom. She's so nice… I wish I could find her. 

I miss you. I don't remember your name but… I think I miss you a lot.

Tell Liam I said hi.”

Female robot voice saying “End of message. To delete this message, press seven.”

A beep happens, and the audio ends.]

Voice once again provided by the beautiful @jojored22!!

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Audio transcription under the cut.

[Female robot voice saying: “You have one unheard message. First unheard message.”

Then, a medium-range female voice with a slight southern accent.

“Dakota, are you even getting these? ...I don't know why I even bother calling. The wifi stopped working at the cafe and the staff refuses to let me try to fix it, despite the fact that they have no idea what they're doing.

I’m starting to sleepwalk again, too. I set up in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and Sunday I woke up in the parlor. Can you believe? I haven’t done that since I was a kid… Doesn’t help that I don’t sleep much anyway. It’s...it gets creepy here, at night, Koda. It didn’t really bother me at first but something here seems….weird. Noises and… shadows.

I don’t know. It’s probably nothing.

…..I keep getting headaches, too. The aspirin stopped working… I stopped even trying.”

A door slams in the background and Anna gasps.

“I— I gotta go. Talk to you later.”

Female robot voice saying “End of message. To delete this message, press seven.”

A beep happens, and the audio ends.]

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Liam’s Log: October 17th

Anna's stopped contacting us.

I'm trying to tell Dakota that there's nothing to worry about, and just to wait a bit, that she'll get in contact with us soon. But he keeps calling and texting and messaging, almost obsessively.

In any other circumstance, I'd probably tease and/or berate him about it. Overprotective much? Stop being a clingy boyfriend. Give her space. This is what she wanted.

But I don't. He's worried, and for good reason.

This isn't like her.

No matter how independent she wants to be, Anna would never intentionally make us worried sick about her.

I remember one time she was out at a friend's house for a party, and stayed too late and had to stay over. She called us twice: once to let us know where she was, and once to say goodnight.

And again, when she was planning to go to some work formal, but couldn't because she was sick, she texted Dakota to let him know, even though he wasn't even going. She just wanted him to know what was going on.

We've never asked her to do this. Dakota has always respected and encouraged her autonomy, and he may check up on her, but he never demands that she check in. If they're busy, they could go a day or so without even texting, and then pick right back up when they're free again.

But two weeks and nothing?

I tell him that she's fine, that her wi-fi is bad, that her cell service is bad, that she's safe and she has people around her who can help her if she's in trouble.

I'm lying through my teeth and we both know it. Dakota hasn't challenged me yet, but he wants to, I can tell.

To make matters worse, he's starting to get suspicious.

This isn't the first time it's happened. Most of the time I'm able to play it off. Nerves, lack of sleep, not eating well. I can give a million excuses for my behavior.

But there comes a point when he stops buying it.

It's happened faster than normal this time— although these are slightly unique circumstances. It's easy enough to deal with him reading my journals or finding my "collection". Short-term memory wipe, blame a fall, a concussion, and low iron. Make dinner and coddle him a bit, and I'm back to my normal eccentric self and he's back to rolling his eyes.

But gradual suspicion is different. You can't fix that with a short-term memory wipe, because it just comes back. It's like a weed— it won't die until you pull it up by its roots, and I'm not willing to do that…yet.

It's not fair to him, or Anna, for me to leave again.

But if things go south before I find what I'm looking for, I may have to.

Here's hoping I'm not forced to resort to that.

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[Female robot voice saying: “You have one unheard message. First unheard message.”

Then, a medium-range female voice with a slight southern accent.

“Hey Dakota, it's ya boi! ...Anna… I can't believe we got cut off again. I swear, I've gotta get a phone guy up here or something… I've been trying to get help with like, wifi and stuff, but the locals here are so superstitious nobody will come! It's ridiculous… I still have to go to that little coffee shop to get any work done. Kara is super accommodating though, so she's giving me articles that don't need a lot of research or anything to write, so I can write them almost entirely without internet. She's even letting me write about the manor! Oh, speaking of, Liam needs to send me what he's been finding about Emma. Seriously, it's important. I think I'm really onto something here.…...(Frustrated sigh) This headache just won’t quit. I’m gonna take an aspirin and go to bed or something. G’night, Dakota. Love you.”

Female robot voice saying “End of message. To delete, press seven.”

A beep happens, and the audio ends.]

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Liam’s Log: October 8th

It's been almost a week since we've gotten a call from Anna.

Dakota's frustrated, but not that worried— Evidently the cell service is atrocious over at the manor, and they're still able to communicate over wifi when Anna makes it to a coffee shop.

She’s doing fine apparently— working hard on cleaning the house and exploring the land. So far she's discovered a miniature golf course, a life-sized outdoor chess set, and a swimming pool. She described the parlor in great detail, mentioning a huge fireplace and white-cloth-covered couches. Although she did find some scattered poker chips and a few playing cards… guess the former residents liked to party.

She still can't Facetime. The wifi's too bad, she says, not to mention the lack of privacy. The locals are nosy and don't trust her.

Everytime I ask her about that she brushes it off. They'll warm to her, she insists. Superstition isn't as powerful as people think it is. They'll start to like her soon.

I don't have the heart to tell her how wrong she is.

I've been keeping busy as well, when Dakota and I aren't huddled around his laptop.

In my research, what I've discovered is that Emma Bailey— Anna's great-aunt— died in or near Markiplier Manor, and her body was never found. Having died along with her was the actor Markiplier, a woman named Celine (believed to be the sister to the mayor), Markiplier's brother Col. William T. Barnum, and the mayor himself: Damien Crowe— although there are enough resulting reported sightings of him that he became somewhat of an urban legend. Two men, the butler and the chef, are believed to have escaped.

All of this according to reports, of course. Gossip articles, newspapers.

Propaganda and lies. As usual.

I know the truth, but only part of the truth— which would bring me back to square one if it weren't for one variable.

Anna.

Precious, curious, determined Anna.

I may have the resources but she has the intuition. I know she'll find something. She has to.

I'm starting to run out of time.

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Audio transcription under the cut.

[Female robot voice saying: “You have one unheard message. First unheard message.”

Then, a medium-range female voice with a slight southern accent.

“Hey Dakota, it’s Anna. Sorry about our call getting cut off tonight! Service out here is soo spotty. But I was just telling you this house is soooo big! It took me forever just to find all the rooms… It’s kinda gross… but nothing that a little elbow grease won’t fix. I’m starting on that tomorrow…

I spent all yesterday exploring the grounds. There’s an old shack way out back, but it’s empty. I think maybe the gardener lived out there once? The papers say this house is from the 40s, but I think it’s older than that.

I can’t wait to see what I find when I start cleaning. What secrets does this place hold??

…Well, I guess I’ll go now. I’m sorry about the service, babe. I’ll try to call from a gas station or something.

Talk to you tomorrow, I hope. Love you. Bye.”

Female robot voice saying “End of message. To delete, press seven.”

A beep happens, and the audio ends.]

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Liam’s Log: October 1st

Anna left today. Dakota fussed as usual, and Anna laughed it off as usual. We helped carry her bags to the car— he tried again to convince her to let him go with her, but it was already decided. He has an internship and a demanding job. And they didn't say so, but I know Anna wants him to be around for my sake. Make sure I'm eating and showering and breathing. They try to sneak around with it but I know what they're up to. It's always been that way and I stopped complaining a long time ago.

They made a show of kissing in front of me, just to gross me out. I teased right back and mimed snapping a photograph, which I guess they thought was funny. Dak said something like "Every night like we agreed?" and Anna smiled her big cute smile and said "As often as we can."

I hate when she smiles like that. It's too cute and too genuine. We're both wrapped around her little finger and that gets her into trouble far too often. I start slacking, and I can't afford to slack. Especially not now.

After that Dakota fussed some more about night safety and road safety and stranger danger. Anna patted his face reassuringly, smiling that smile again, and managed to convince him that she would be perfectly fine and would follow all of his advice and everything would be okay.

Miraculously, he was placated, and they kissed again, for real this time.

Eventually Anna pulled away from Dakota and held her arms out to me. I hugged her, maybe a bit too hard. It's not like I'm never gonna see her again— we all always find each other eventually.

So why was I hugging her so tightly?

She laughed at me, of course— scolded me gently. "You'll come and visit," she said. Of course, obviously. We'd visit her.

We'll visit her.

Dakota stood standing there for a while, watching her drive away. I didn't— I got in Dakota's Prius as soon as Anna stopped waving behind her.

I had the aux cord plugged into my phone and Hamilton was playing by the time he got in the driver's side. He shot me a look and I shrugged. "It's what Anna would want."

I could tell he wanted to argue, but he stopped. "Yeah."

He's been quiet ever since we got home. I'm trying not to bother him, but that also comes with not being able to comfort him.

Oh, well. That stopped being worthwhile a long time ago. He'll get over it. Probably as soon as she calls him for their nightly chat.

I'll yell something super inappropriate when that happens— that always makes Anna laugh and Dakota roll his eyes. Or glare at me. Either reaction is satisfactory.

I'm doubling my efforts on finding out more about Emma. There are too many coincidences for them to be just… coincidences.

There's something else. Something more. This time… this time seems different.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up. But that's hard when hope is all you have left.

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