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The Transmitter ([personal profile] transmittable) wrote in [community profile] trustfelled 2017-06-18 04:01 pm (UTC)

INCENTIVE.

[ After last week's little fiasco, there's probably an air of tension before noon today; one murder encouraged the Transmitter (or, perhaps the Risen) to raise the stakes, and another one...

Well, that uncomfortable anticipation proves true when the PA system turns on just after noon. Like last Tuesday, the voice you know as the Transmitter's echoes and distorts, full of grim excitement. ]


'morning, folks! Meet in the media room in ten minutes. We have something you'll really- really want to see.

...And don't even think of skipping out. Unless you want an ear-splitting alarm blasted through the rest of the facility.


[ ...The Risen are back, so it seems. Head to the media room, and immediately you'll find a few interesting things there. First of all, there are envelops with each of your names on them, sitting in plain in front of the monitors nearest to the door.

The lights (and monitors) are on and nobody's home, but at least there's no annoying beeping noise. After a few moments, something else starts up, partly through the PA system and partly from the monitors? It's an energetic song, grainy as if it's playing through an old radio. The screen remains covered in static, and after a few seconds, the Risen start singing along. As they do, the audio itself distorts along with them. ]


You're keepin', too many secrets from me... But, baby, now I'm wise to you! Oh, secrets. We all keep them. Us, you, your friends - there is absolutely no exception. Right?

[ The lights...grow incredibly bright. Blindingly bright. The sound of static grows, along with...breathing...? It's impossible to keep your eyes open and see anything, but it sounds like something's...around you, behind you, everywhere. A whisper, in sing-song: ]

But we know them~

[ For a moment, you might think the overhead lights have shattered. Why wouldn't you, because that's the terrifying sound that comes next, and the lights in the facility are suddenly off. However, it seems to have just been on the monitors, because now, on each screen there's a fancy broken vase, laying on a carpeted floor.

Shadows move about, and it's clear people are rushing in and out from footsteps, but the focus remains solely on that broken vase. The top of the video's torn, and every few seconds it crackles and skips, the song skipping too, just background noise now to a child crying, wailing something about not telling. ]


We were so impressed with last week. All the frightened faces and lovely temptation? Mmm, delicious! Now, there's no reason not to keep that excitement building and building and building, like a...rising wave.

[ The voice distorts, and the video blinks. There's a scream, and the carpet is soaked with blood. The vase is nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with...bones. The song is different now, but it's incredibly distorted. ]

If you have something horrible you don't want others to know, this presentation is for you. Guys and dolls, if no one kills by the end of the week... No, by Friday. That's been such a lovely day so far, after all! Anyway, if no one does? Those sweet, sweet private matters you keep so locked in your hearts will be revealed, far and wide!

[ A crackle and the lights are off. The song's speeding up more and more, to an unnatural extreme. ]

But you may ask us, why, who am I to care if these people know? None - well, none for most of you - really matter to me! Oh, dears, that's what we anticipated. Everyone here will know...

...and everyone back in your homes will too.


[ There's a sound of children cheering, that starts and stops as if someone's rapidly pausing and unpausing it, and with it the video flickers and shakes until it's back to static. The voice is low and dangerous. ]

Rule Seven. Follow it, Patients...or your hearts'll be laid bare to everyone.

Have a good week!


[ And this little show is finished. The flickering lights return, the monitors shut off, and...the Transmitter's coughing, voice slipping in and out of that extreme distortion.

The PA system shuts off. You're on your own again. ]

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