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ghflskhu_ph ([personal profile] ghflskhu_ph) wrote in [community profile] entranceway2016-06-07 10:01 pm

▲ 1st Cipher ▲

[The screen boots up, blipping out of focus ever so slightly, as the happy titles for a DRAWING TUTORIAL make their way onto, and occasionally fizzle off, the display. Distantly, this 'tune' can be heard in the background, distorting the music with its impossible, never heightening decibels.]

HOW tO dRaw A T̶̴͝R̶̕͞I̷͜͞͠A̛҉̀Ņ͘͢͞͡G̨Ļ͢͝E̢͜

1.) Put THREE DOTS on YOUR PAPER or whatever object YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DEFACE!

B.) DRAW A LINE CONNECTING THE VERTICES!

3.) LAMENT your COMPLETE INABILITY to draw a SINGLE STRAIGHT LINE (Hey! No cheating, I SEE that STRAIGHT EDGE, BUB!)

4.) ADD A DOT AT THE MIDPOINT of the RIGHT and LEFT LINES!

5.) QUESTION WHAT TRULY IS RIGHT AND LEFT when perspective and YOUR LIFE are both ABSOLUTELY MEANINGLESS!

VI.) Use the midpoint to draw an oval YOU CREEPS!

7.) ADD a dot within the oval at wherever you'd like to SUBJECT YOUR JUDGEMENTAL stare first. GO ON, YOU'VE EARNED IT!!

.) Fail to realize you just STARTED FOLLOWING THESE INSTRUCTIONS without thought like THE SHEEPLE you are!

--.)
-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘-͞-̵̷́͏-̴͜͟͡-҉͡-̸̢͘

[All at once, the screen flashes with an obscenely bright light, aiming to seer the videos completed after image into the watchers retinas. After all, it's much easier for Bill to enter the minds of people, when they already have his image imprinted somewhere in their brains! The static emits one more alarmingly loud hiss before the picture dissipates entirely.]

E͠M̸͟͝K̡ ̵̢͝ ̧Y̶̡̧K͞ ̴̴ ̵̧̢ ̷̕Z͘͠MY͢͡͡Q̡
rosswood: (it's so david lynchian)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[What



the hell.

It can't be here. It can't be here. Alex's breath tightens in his chest, tighter and tighter, and he can't breathe. His fingers fist into the sheets of paper scattered over his desk, wadding them into crumpled balls.

This isn't real. This isn't real. It's not real it's not real it's not real. Keep saying it in his head. Maybe it'll come true. Maybe.

It's static, glaring into his brain. It's blank faces and arms that reach on forever and the bark flaking from trees and he can't breathe and this is too familiar. The varying pitch, the sputtering imagery.

He can't muster the musculodexterity to text. He switches on audio instead, the feed fitzing with static. He's shaking. Fuck, he's shaking.]


This isn't funny.
rosswood: (poor brian)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-08 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Stop it. Stop it!

[It's easy to read the terror in his voice, the racing thud of his heart. Might be easier still to hear the swelling, creaking, splintering horrors carving through his head. He stares at that great yellow globe of an eye, hating it. Hating himself for hating it. It's not the faceless thing in his dreams. He should just turn it all off, back away. It's not what he thought it was. It can't be, because that thing doesn't have eyes.

But it's still there. Staring at him. Watching him. Shredding his mind with its static. Attacking his sense of reality, already frayed to the bone.

He wants to rip, tear, burn the thing until there's nothing left.]


You're not real!

[Deluding himself again.

What a tired coping mechanism.]
rosswood: (YOUTUBE IS NOT A JOB)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-08 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Shut UP!

[Ha-ha, wow, he's...he's trembling like a leaf. Like a leaf on a tall, skeleton tree. A not-tree.

This is all wrong. He's sifting through his brain, like River could. This is bad, shit shit shit shit -

Wait a second, hang on. He's...

Things with one eye?]


Oh god - Dipper said - are you the thing with one eye?

[He rasps the word out, barely coherent, too stricken and startled and struggling to make some sense of what's happening.

Doesn't even occur to him what he's saying.]
rosswood: (there's razors in your apple)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-08 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pine tree. Well, it's fairly obvious who he's talking about, and ahhh shit. Look, he's not fond of Dipper by any stretch of the imagination, but he's not about to inflict the kid's unearthly terror on him. He sets his teeth on a painful edge, glaring at the eye with every ounce of condensed defiance he can muster.

It is, admittedly, not a whole lot.]


How 'bout that's none of your goddamn beeswax.
rosswood: (YOUTUBE IS NOT A JOB)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-10 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[Christ he's still shaking. This thing can clearly dredge up all the worst parts of himself that he keeps shoved into the posterior. How does he not give him fuel for the fire?

How does he keep this thing out, more importantly?]


Tell you what. How 'bout you take all your freaky psychic shit and cryptic code talk and ram it up your triangular anal sphincter, okay?
rosswood: (poor brian)

voice

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-06-13 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
In your dreams, asshole!

[For the moment oblivious to the horrible irony of his words, Alex cuts the feed and then spends the next twenty minutes trying not to have a panic attack and failing.]