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| >"Every..."
>The song jumps and cuts, echoes and whirrs
>The singer melts under the crushing heat of the noise itself
>"..Breath.."
>The sound is nauseous, it feels unreal, or maybe too real
>The song screams, it begs to be left alone
>"I'... Be... W."
>The flood keeps rushing by as it plays, a torrent of fluid, swallowing whole the silence until only noise is left.
>"Ever... Move.."
>The singer sounds nothing like men do
>He is flooded now
>His heart is.
>"I'll be watching you"
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>The_first.wa5
>A sound of a phone ringing
>Somebody on the transmiting hand breathes loudly into the receiver, the sound of their voice alone proves their state
>There is fear within them, deeply seated within
>A man.
>The phone picks up on the other end and a voice is heard
>"This is the McMillian residence, who is talking?"
>A child's voice, that of a young boy, happy.
>The man takes a breath
>"Hey... Its me, I uh, is mommmy there"
>The man says
| >Silence for a moment
>"Daddy! Are you still at work? Mommy went out for an appointment"
>The boy sounds happy, and he talks rapidly
>The man's voice is shallow now
>"I'm.. yeah something like that"
>He says
>"Daddy, today you know at school? I got one of the higest grades in class for my singing! The teacher said I was really good"
>The child seems rather excited to be talking with his father
>"Right... That's good. Look, Jamie."
>The man's words are choked within his throat
| >"Are you... Not coming home tonight?"
>The child says, obviously dejected
>"... I'm sorry"
>Silence
>"It's alright! Daddy is out making money for us right? That's what Mommy says all the time!"
>The boy says, happily
>"...yeah"
>The man says, his breathing is shallow once more
>"Look, tell your mom I love her, and I love you too okay... I'll be home when I can... And tell her I'm sorry"
>He says
>"Mhm! Got it, see you tomorrow daddy! Good luck at work!"
>The call cuts
>Time's up
| >The man breathes deeply, and starts crying and sobbing.
>A gunshot echoes loudly through the receiver
>A mass falls onto the floor without ushering forth any sound but that of a wet slap.
>Footsteps come into the booth
>The sound of a knife on a Whetstone
>This person
>Just like the one on the floor
>He isnt breathing.
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>The_second.wa5
>The audio quality is low
>Ragged sounds of someone chewing, or attempting to chew through something
>Anger, muffled screams
>A clicking, metallic, ryhtmic, something pushing.
| >The sound of a magazine, slowly being loaded, one bullet at a time
>The screaming doesn't stop.
>Its loud
>Too loud
>His breath is haggard, noisy, troublesome.
>The pushing sound ends, replaced by a sliding noise, the magazine being loaded
>Cling
>The slide is racked back
>A chair is pushed onto the ground, wooden if the sound is anything to go by
>A voice
>"The first one took one, how many should you take"
>The voice is misshapened, quiet, inhuman, robotic.
>The screaming is loud
| >Its annoying even, too close to the microphone.
>The chewing gets stronger, and the chair underneath the person rattles loudly as they struggle
>Even their muscles can almost be heard
>Its loud.
>Too loud.
>A gunshot drowns out everything
>Its aftermath is quiet, but the breathing continues, the squirming slows.
>But it goes on still.
>Another shot rings out, louder this time.
>And then another.
>And then another.
>And then another.
>...
>Finally
>Some quiet.
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| >Lies.wa5
>The sound of a nron light, loudly proclaiming dominion over darkness.
>A man breathing, tapping onto a wooden desk
>Stress.
>"So, let me reiterate. You want us to keep a lookout for someone like that? Heck even saying that... Thing is someone is pushing it already."
>A gruff voice resounds.
>A sigh from farther away
>"Yes, indeed that is what I want."
>The voice of a lady, completely unnacentuated, her voice sounds natural to anyone listening.
>"Do you..."
>A pause
| >"Do you even understand the position you have here? You're a suspect all the same you know? Why should we have to listen to you?"
>The man says, the tapping is louder now
>"Because I know things, Officer Isoue"
>"Oh yeah? Like what? Do you know where and why little Derek Walker shot his brains out? Maybe you can tell me about the kids who stopped responding to anyone calling out for them!"
>The man slams the desk, his voice is raised drastically
>The woman chuckles
>"I do"
| >"The work with us here lady!"
>The man says, trying to keep his breathing in check
>"And that is what I am doing, working with you, didn't I tell you where to find the body? Didn't I tell you about the thing that survived the flood?"
>The woman says, one can almost hear the shrug
>"Yeah and that just makes you more suspicious you know? Especially since you absolutely refuse to talk to us about anything else than that.. person, what was theur name? Some kind of latin name."
| >"Inertia"
>"Right.. the magic force ghost that wants kids dead, look, lady... You may say that and yeah I did see the guy but if you ask me I doubt someone like that did anything."
>The man sighs loudly
>"He can barely walk for God's sake, even less swing a knife at a kid, hell I doubt he could shoot anyone"
>the woman chuckles once more
>"You're free to not believe me, your actions are yours alone after all"
>The man taps once more
| >"Right, right yeah... So then you don't care? You wont tell us anything more is that right?"
>"Not anything you care to hear apparently, Officer Isuoe"
>"..."
>The man stopa tapping and sighs
>"Then leave, the police isnt so free as to deal with some lady's delusion..."
>Someone is heard getting up
>"Right. Well I'll see you again in due time anyway... Pleaske keep in mind what I said hmm?"
>Footsteps, a door opens
>"Oh and one more thing."
>"*What*"
>"Say Hi to Reiko for me"
| >a pause
>"Who's that?"
>The man sounds uncertain
>"Ohoh, you'll see in due time, good bye Isuoe."
>The door closes
>The man leans back into his chair
>He sighs
>"Police recording, concerning the Derek Walker incident, observing suspect Hougetsu Shimamura, self proclaimed... "Demiurge"... By Okabe Isuoe, recorded in Burrow... 1984, end recording."
>Click
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>The_third.wa5
>The sound of wind
>Leaves rustling overhead
>Walking
>Drip
>Drip
>The sound of something dripping unto the floor.
>The walking stops
>A voice
>"Uh, yo man what are you doing here"
>Its hard to tell the kind of voice with all the wind
>"Woah dude your face? What happened to you man"
>The voice gets closer
>The dripping goes on
>The sound of a grin, a chuckle
>"Imma call the ambulance alright? Stay with me man"
>Concern
>Wasted
| >Walking once more
>The sound of something grinding against leather
>Cutting the air itself with a quick flick
>Footsteps, now running
>"Wh- what a- AGGHHH, JESUS FUCK CHRIST"
>Something hard piercing something soft
>Heavy breathing
>Struggle
>"GOD GET AWAY FROM ME, GOD PLEASE TAKE THA- OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK, I DONT WANNA DIE"
>Stabbing
>Again, and again
>The struggles loosens
>The heavy thud of someone falling unto the ground
>Silence
>Once more
>"And so the Third takes 20 stabs"
| >Laughter, silent, but ever so present
>The voice of something that never had anything to speak with in the first place.
>It breathes
>Yet it doesn't
>Its quiet
>All is well.
>The sound of something cutting through leather, through something wet.
>Hunger
>"Lets hope the Fourth one doesn't take less"
>A final message
>The click of a tape, just out of reach, deep within the dug out cavity
>Thank god its Quiet now
>I hate the squirming noise they make.
>All is well.
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| >Downtowntraffic.wa5
>The sound of cars
>Passing by
>Endlessly
>A song plays, too corrupted to be recognizable
>The sound of a car door opening
>Something sits down
>The sounds of the city
>The strangers living their lives
>The sound of the beating heart of Glitch City.
>Its loud.
| >Endless_nights.wa5
>A song played on a guitar
>Its rather pleasant
>A man sings along with the rythm
>Something about how long the night seems when alone.
>How the wind blows oh so strong on lonely nights
>About how much love means to those who live.
>It's soothing
>The song goes on and on, and images start to show upon the terminal screen
>An empty coffee shop
>In the dark
>A fire in the hearth
>Calm.
>A pair of eyes light up within the dark
>Purple haze.
>Hello there.
>-Click-
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>A flower for a loved one: Death.mpx
>A single form within a lonesome room, undecorated, and abandonned
>It simply sways and moves, unstoppable.
>It holds itself in a deep embrace.
>A song plays in the distance.
>An old song, nostalgia.
>The figure turns to face the camera, its features hidden by the low light.
>It approaches as blood drips down their face.
>It sings.
>But its voice is quiet, almost silent
>Its eyes are pink and filled with smoke.
| >It keeps going, slowly moving like a leaf in the breeze.
>It feels sad to watch
>The thing keeps singing
>"I sleep throughout endless nights,
>Waiting tight, for you to come on back..."
>It keeps going, its voice raspy and filled with grit.
>It sings for a few minutes and then the feed stops, replaced by an image.
>A building, at night, overshadowed by the moon.
>A single person in front of it
>Missing an arm.
>A message is enclosed.
>"Stop WATCHING"
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| >Electroheart.wa5
>The sound of a beating heart
>Silent to most
>But those who can hear it hear it loudly
>Along with the blood it pumps, the fluid of life
>Data, the whirring of machines
>A clicking noise follows
>And the beating stops
>Screaming, the blood pooling where it should not
>Dripping, like rain on the pavement
>The sound of flooding
>The sound of crushing
>The sound of those running to escape it
>Their footsteps still echoing after they were swallowed whole
>A song