[ This little dude has not slept, nor has he left the house numbered 121 since returning there, drawn by the memory of the humming in the wall, by the dreams of the torn wallpaper. Driven away from his prior hideout by pictures of exactly what lurks outside the windows now and the dreadful singing that had invaded him, making him feel like he was losing himself in its omniscience, its omnipresence.

He feels scared and heartsick, sleepless, listless, emptied out. Nothing has ever come close to this sensation. There's no psychological horror in Disneyland. There's a distant sickening thought that he would almost prefer to be put back where he came from: in the depths of Sora's heart where it had been quiet and dark and nothing could hurt him--(except for himself, his own rage.)

He should feel defiance in the face of this. ]

I thought it might be a Heartless. [ The camera is on, he's not talking to himself but with his eyes fixed on one of the dark windows he may as well be. ] I found a picture of one in a house on the East side of town. I thought... that made sense, that the Heartless had taken everyone, that they'd cast some kind of spell to lock the doors at night and protect everyone... but they got in one by one. That's what they do, following the cast of a shadow, hiding in the cracks until they get what they came for. They could have caused all of this, if they got to the heart of this world and ate it up... Maybe this world is about to blink out.

[ His eyes turn suddenly, intensely to the camera, ]

Did you know that shooting stars are dying worlds? [ For some reason it feels important that everyone understand him. Maybe because everything is so strange and uncertain in Norfinbury? He wants to hold on to something with surety?

The sudden burst of energy fades and his eyes turn back towards the window. ]

But I've never seen a Heartless like this. Just looking at them makes me want to puke.

[ Silence for a moment before murmuring in a small voice, ]

It's not like I have my keyblades anyway...



[[ooc; didn't fit in to his crazy here, but he wants to tear down a wall in 121, anyone who'd be interesting in coming to help him, let me know and I'll get him to bring it up in convo!]]

Characters: Zack (heroproceeding) and Lancer (croi)
Location The school
Date: Day 17, mid morning, with the sun...non-existent because if it was there this would be Sunblind, not Snowblind.
Summary: Exploring school blah blah blah monster blah blah blah screaming blah blah blah attacks but it's not very effective...
Warnings: Bad bodice ripper lines, maybe. Probably cursing.

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[The video opens to show Jay, out of breath and glancing over his shoulder every now and then. It's hard to tell where exactly he is, but based on the lack of light it's outside.]

Those, uh- those shadow things. It kinda looks like- [He pauses to cough a little, clearing his throat before continuing.] I was filming them, and it looks like that made them want to come after me more. I don't know what that could mean, but...

[He's startled by a rattling sound from somewhere behind him and turns to look, but doesn't bring the tablet around to show what's happening. The way the video is stretching and tearing at its edges might serve as a hint, though.] Oh, sh-

[The next few seconds are too chaotic to fully make out; the tablet falls to the ground camera side down so it shows only black. There are nearby noises from feet scuffling on snow and ice, grunts and coughing from Jay, and then a distant thump from something heavy falling and hitting the ground. After that, there is nothing but silence. Jay does not return to turn the feed off.]

[OOC: There will be no responses from Jay because he is dead :( Feel free to respond and threadjack, though!]