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:

 

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?"

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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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something for my RP blog.

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shuckedrp:

 

He looked around the room, nervous. “I think you know what i meant” He said quietly, but he was sure Miles heard it. He sat down on a couch on the right side of the room and, without looking him directly, he made it clear: “I was at Mount Massive. I worked there. And I sent the e-mail.” 

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He looked at him in shock. Did he just hear what he just said?

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"You did….What?"

All along, the man behind it all was right in front of him.

Then, he heard it. The static. It was quiet at first, but then it started to increase in volume. The man who caused you to go through hell is right there. It would…It would be so easy to kill this man. Right here, right now.

No, no, no. He shouldn’t do that. But what should he do? Just let this guy go and live on with his life without punishment? 

He just has to think for a while. 

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