uhhuh It's like an itch.
It's like an itch.

My mind is filled with nothing but static and smoke.
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Post-game Miles Upshur from the game Outlast.

(Open universe and Multiship friendly!)

shuckedrp:

 

"That… that doesn’t sounds good enough" He says. That’s all he says.

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Sometimes Waylon does feels an itch in head and all his body. He is feeling that itch in his leg in this right moment, and when he tried to scratch it, he touched the metal that reminded him that is now a fake one. He closes his eyes with a heavy breath… all psychological. It was just anxiety. ‘Calm down’ thought for himself, but having that guy in front of him was making him so nervous. “I have to go, this… this was a big mistake” He stood up, and noticed he was going to have a panic attack and couldn’t stop it.

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"Wait… What do you mean it doesn’t sound good enough?"

He was pretty confused with the man’s reply. He felt like there was a similarity between them somehow. He remembers a something. The memory is vague, but he can interpret some of it. Someone running towards his jeep, and trying to drive away. Was it him? 

He sees the man stand up, and before he even takes a step, he says,

"Don’t go. Not yet. I still have some questions." 

I just forgot that my muse’s birthday was 2 days ago))

shuckedrp:

 

Waylon knew it too, of course. He knew that sending that e-mail was one big, big mistake; not only for Miles, but for himself too. But living with that though all over his mind— reminding him that he was the one guilty of Miles incident… He just couldn’t hold it. He needed to tell him the truth.

What was he going to say now? Maybe Way should show him his brand new fake leg and explain him that he also lost something in that place— Maybe Way should talk about Eddie… No. He immediately descarted that option. He was feeling too much pressure on him right now, and he kept asking himself why is he here and if it was a bad idea. 

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Seeing the guilt on this man’s face reminded him of what he had done. He never talked about it, because it caused him so much pain that he tried to bury the memory. It involved someone he met here in the hospital. It first turned out okay, but then… It just turned into a huge disaster. For months he tried to forget about it but it just lingered in his mind. He kept being reminded of it during the early morning hours when he couldn’t sleep. But he ended up saying the same thing he said to that person a long time ago to him.

"…I think we may have something in common."

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intrepid—reporter:

1 person has entered room 106

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Another visitor? Well look who’s popular. He takes one last sip of his coffee, looks up, and says,

"You here for something?"

"I um..you’re miles upshur correct?" The man standing before him looked like he hasn’t slept for years, his hair was a mess, and he had scruffy facial hair along with a scar on his cheek, he wore a black hoodie with white writing on it with a greenish turtle neck under it and he wore black pants, he stood slightly tilted to the left for some reason

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He stared at him for a second. God, this guy looks like a mess. Well, he didn’t look the best himself. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, His hair slightly grown out, and a little bit of stubble. He mostly wore his beat up tan leather jacket. He finally replies,

"Yeah. What are you here for?"

1 person has entered room 106

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Another visitor? Well look who’s popular. He takes one last sip of his coffee, looks up, and says,

"You here for something?"

//pfft late response// uh u do a starter
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shuckedrp:

 

Three words made him paranoid. In just a second, he pictured himself dead in that same couch. This was a bad, bad idea, why did he came? Things started to go fast in his mind, and his sight started to blur. What he was going to say now?

"Kill me now or something". Waylon is a dork. He knows it for sure: not good at words. 

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He can’t. He would never take an innocent life. The Walrider on the other hand, would. But he is not going to let that thing take over his thoughts again. Not like before.

"No… I’m not going to do that."

He knows that this man did something horrible, but he can’t just kill him. If he did, there would be consequences.

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