Catalog Entry #4771 Audio Recording

Transcription of file 4nt1.aud October 22, 2016. 6:42pm. Location undisclosed.

[Start recording]

State your name for the record, please.

Helena [Name withheld for privacy]. I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?

No, no, Helena. Can I call you Helena?

Sure, I guess.

We've heard that you're quite the expert on certain recent...developments, in the online community.

What do you mean?

Could you tell us what you know about Sean Mcloughlin?

[Pause] What does he have to do with anything?

Helena, we're trying to help. Please, we need you to tell us what you know.

[Another pause] I...don't think you can help.

What do you mean?

I mean...I think he's too far gone.

Can you explain?

[Long pause] I've started calling them Hyde Glitches.

Hyde Glitches? As in, Jekyll and Hyde?

Yes, exactly. Some call them monsters. Some call them demons. Some simply call them the...darker...parts of us. All of them are right to some degree. These things...they're somewhere in between. Near as I can figure, they're a type of thought form, something created from the minds of people, brought into real life by enough concentration from enough people for a long time. These specific thought forms, they come into being through the internet. Youtube, primarily.

And how does that happen?

Fandoms. They...they grow around these people, thousands or...or millions of people, who're watching, focusing, thinking about this one...focal point.

Does the entity just...come into being? Naturally?

Well, no. Not usually. I think it starts when someone...some mad bastard has the brilliant idea to write up something...dark, about these creators. A fanfiction. They write them a dark side, a hidden psychopath. And then for some sick reason, people latch onto these dark sides. They name them. They draw them. And the longer this idea is around, the stronger the creature gets, until...until they take control. [Pause] I think that's what he's doing now.

And what's his name? This..."thought form" version of Mr. Mcloughlin?

He's got a couple of them...but...the most popular...

Yes?

They...call him Anti.

"Anti"? As in, opposite?

Yes. [Nervous laugh] I never said it was terribly creative. It's short for Antisepticeye. A play on the channel name.

Alright. So..."Anti". This creature has control of Mr. Mcloughlin? Is there any way to destroy it?

[Pause] You believe me.

Yes.

Why?

Helena, it's my job to believe in...unusual things.

[Pause] Yes. There might be a way.

How?

Well...Sean's got to do it. He's got to fight him off. That's why I call it a Hyde Glitch. They're dark sides, so the only way to defeat it is for the light side to win.

Do you think that Sean is strong enough to do that?

I think...he has to try. I hope to god he is.

Why is that?

Because no one else has a chance at stopping him, once he's free.

[Pause] Thank you for your time, Helena.

[End recording]

Who Killed Markiplier?

Alright so I’ve watched the video like five times now, and slowed it down to pick things apart. Here’s what I’ve been able to piece together so far.

First, let’s talk characters: (I’ll probably do some more in-depth posts about a couple of them later)

-The Colonel is the first person we meet, and it is our first meeting with him outside the front door, as he introduces himself to us. We learn from the Mayor that he doesn’t like Mark, but was apparently friends with him, and the Mayor as well, some time ago, but was possibly forgotten and abandoned by Mark when he got famous (as hinted at in his rant/theory). He’s an eccentric, but generally good man (according to the Mayor).

-The Butler is cordial and professional when we first meet him, and every time we see him except for in the wine cellar, when he falls apart because of the mess, and I assume primarily because of the stress of Mark’s death. He claims to know everything about the manor and about the other guests, but nothing about the murder itself.

-The Mayor, whose real name is apparently Damian, according to the Colonel, is an old friend of ours from University, and trusts us immensely, having appointed us to our new job as District Attorney. He’s also an old friend of Mark’s, having known him “since childhood”, and an old friend of the Colonel. He apparently knows the backstory between the Colonel and Mark, but doesn’t want to talk immediately. It seems as if his reaction to Mark’s death, one of shock, is the most natural.

-The Detective, whose name might have been mentioned by Mark in the security footage but I didn’t catch it, has had many partners before, but all have died tragically. He’s terrible at his job, trusting a butler’s opinion on a body, doing...things...to said body, and immediately hiring us on as his partner, with no prior training. But he was also apparently hired by Mark before the poker party to do a background check on the Chef and the Butler, whom he said were clean. It’s worth noting that while we see him talking to the Mayor in the first two minutes of the video, we’re not introduced to him until the murder is discovered.

-The Chef is an aggressive man, who threatens to kill us a couple of times, and who apparently runs a security system with his “little buddy”. It seems to me that he’s the easy, throw-away suspect because he’s so obviously aggressive in the first place. It is also interesting to me that he seems just as freaked out by the Detective’s multiple partner deaths as we are.

-Then there’s us, the new District Attorney, old friends with Mark and the Mayor, but we’ve never met the Colonel, which might mean we’re slightly out of touch with Mark. We’re also apparently very good at poker, and were wild in our Uni days.

And now, the victim: Markiplier, who’s risen to fame and fortune, and who believes that “Life is for the living,” so lives a lavish, carefree lifestyle in his enormous manor. We know that all of the guests are close, trusted friends of Mark’s, but that he’s had a rocky relationship with the Colonel, and that he doesn’t fully trust the Chef or the Butler.

Next, let’s talk about some moments that’re worth checking out in more detail:

-The montage of the night. Now looking at it slowed down, I’ve pieced together some of the events of the night. We started off playing a few rounds, drinking socially. As it got later, however, everyone (except the Butler and the Chef) gets very drunk, and the Butler even ends up joining in the games. We get drunker and drunker, as the Chef gets more annoyed with everyone’s outrageousness, from the Mayor doing a keg stand to the Colonel fighting with the Detective, to lots and lots of beer pong. The Butler refuses to drink from the Colonel’s flask, and as we all get more drunk, we get more aggressive and ridiculous, flipping off the Butler, the Colonel plays with a loaded gun (possibly playing Russian Roulette), and we end up fighting with, and losing to, the Detective. We’re found on the floor by the Mayor, and pass out in bed at 1:30am, when the murder is occuring. Some of my key questions about these events: Why were we fighting with the Detective? Why was the Colonel playing Russian Roulette?

-The argument between the Mayor and  the Colonel. The Mayor accuses the Colonel of not feeling anything about Mark’s death, and says that Mark “reached out” to him, to which the Colonel replies that just because he’s not “weeping like a child” doesn’t mean he’s not feeling anything. After this, the Mayor storms past us, out of the room. I’ve covered pretty much everything we learn from this in the characters section of this post, but basically, we learn that the Colonel and Mark were friends who fell out because of Mark’s fame, but the Mayor acted as a bridge between the two.

-The security footage shows us a conversation between the Detective and Mark, in which Mark asks about a background check on the Butler and Chef, and the Detective says that the Chef is clear, but says something I couldn’t quite understand about the Butler (UPDATE: Apparently it was "Butler is an asshole, but also clear" , thank you @sassy-in-glasses). What we learn from this is that first, Mark and the Detective were good friends, second, Mark hired him to check out those two, if not the entire party, and third that Mark didn’t trust his employees, for some reason, or at least had reservations about them.

Now, let’s talk about the crime scene, sans body. The caution tape on one side is broken, apparently from the inside (I think), and a cone is knocked over. So either someone wasn’t careful hauling the body out...or the body walked out.

Finally, let’s talk briefly about the Jims. Their video is a bit silly, but does give us some pretty clean shots of the poker table and the crime scene again. Reporter Jim touches nearly everything, which isn’t helpful at all, but most interestingly, when they’re running away, he falls over, and we get a...*ahem* close shot of him as Camera Jim says his name and panics, and the video glitches out and stops. Is Reporter Jim dead? And why the glitching? Clearly, something bigger is going on here.

So as of yet, I don’t know who did it. But I’m excited to see what’s next. What do you guys think is happening? Did I miss anything? What should I look into in more detail? And most importantly...

WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER?!

Leather.

Pairing: 9/Rose, 10/Rose

Rating: G

He found it while cleaning up. Just busying himself while Rose was asleep, really, tidying the wardrobe room. Which of course the TARDIS hated, he was taking things out of the nice order she'd put them in, but he loved it! He'd forget how much brilliant stuff was in there if he never cleaned up. So this was something he did while Rose was out for hours and hours.

And he'd find things like his jacket.

His leather jacket.

Oh, the memories he had of this thing. He held it up to his nose and smiled as the strangely still familiar scent hit him. Old leather, his old cologne, bananas...

This was the jacket he'd worn coming out of the War. If he tried hard enough, he was sure he'd find bloodstains on it. He wasn't going to try. This was the jacket he'd grieved in, he'd roamed in, homeless, for years and years. This was the jacket that said, "Keep away!" if the rough accent and tough, if daft, old face didn't scare you off first.

This was the jacket he'd met Rose in. This was the jacket she'd clung to and hugged tight and slapped when he was being stupid. This was the jacket she'd given a new meaning to, the old traveler's jacket instead of the warding he'd worn. This was the jacket that'd kept her warm on several occasions, that'd been used as a seat for picnics on bright hillsides all over the universe, that'd been their umbrella in blue rain and a shield from the wind and shimmering sand of some planet he'd long forgotten the name of.

This was the jacket that still felt like the Vortex, just a little bit, and still smelled a little bit like smoke, and Hypervodka, and Slitheen slime, and the perfume in Satellite Five's game rooms.

This jacket didn't fit him now. And he didn't mean physically, though of course it didn't fit him physically either. But it did fit someone.

He wandered up to Rose's door, and held up a hand to knock, still looking at the jacket. Deciding against it, he simply folded it and set it outside, then reached into his pocket, drew out a notepad and a pen, and scribbled something before ripping it off and setting it in the pocket. He put away the notepad, straightened his jacket and tie, and meandered off down the hall, whistling an old song he'd danced to once.

Rose found the jacket a few hours later, and read, through slightly teary eyes,

For those planets with a North. Let's see them all.

-Big Nose's Daft New Face

i like the idea that he got it done while he was very drunk and has no idea what it is

Does. Does Yancy have the flowchart of the Heist tattooed on his arm

Yes he does 😂 I noticed that immediately and I think it’s so cool 😂 idk why they’d do that for tho

A Letter to the Doctor

Pairing: Tentoo/Rose, Ten/Rose mentions

Rating: PG for very very mild angst

Dear Doctor,

That sounds so weird. I'm very used to hearing other people call you that, of course I am. People yell it at you, threaten you with it, insult you with it, thank you with it, laugh it out admiringly. It's just weird to say it myself.Well, this whole idea is weird, isn't it? Writing to you, I mean. I don't even really know that you're going to read this, just have the assurance of a madman and the tiniest little tear in the universe, like a crack in a wall, only big enough to send a small signal through. But we had to try, didn't we?I'm the one writing the letter because Dad thinks it would be pointless for him to do it, and Mum...well...let me explain.

They were stuck on Earth for five years, while the TARDIS was growing. It was helped along by everything Torchwood had. Dad won't even tell me what all was used. Even then, five years was impossibly fast. But it was enough time to get things started.Mum had trouble, at first, of course. For a long time, she says, she was so uncomfortable with it, with him. But he won her over. Little ways. He never acted very different, Mum says, a little moodier, a little darker, but all the same mannerisms, the same clothes (well, excepting of course the odd lazy day in jeans or sweats and a galaxy tshirt he appparently found and loved), the same smile. But he did do something a lot different.

He took her on dates. Very reserved things, picnics, beach walks, fancy dinners. Sometimes they just stayed in. Dad would play Mum music on the piano and the guitar, and sing with it, pretty Gallifreyan songs from his childhood, his favorites. He'd tell her stories he'd apparently planned to tell her before...you know. They'd talk all about where they'd go when the TARDIS was up and ready. And finally Mum just...accepted it. I think that's my favorite story.

So Dad tells it (and I do love when he does, what a storyteller my old dad is), he was meddling with some little bit of the TARDIS (which mysteriously has a broken chamelion circuit. Can you guess what the old girl looks like?) when she walked in and just hugged him from behind. And he just looked around and raised his eyebrows at her, all confused, and she asked "Can we go back to New Earth? The last time was a bit iffy, but..." And he knew, right then, that she was seeing him again. Really seeing just him and not that body he was in.

He did take her to New Earth, by the way. He proposed to her on the applegrass covered ridge, d'you remember that place?The ring's beautiful, a little blue band with a perfect (alright, almost) white diamond on top, cut over a nova pattern made of real stardust. Dad went all out on it, made it himself with help from our old girl. Mum still shows it to me everytime she tells the story.

The wedding was in a little church in London. There were some human things, Mum walked down the aisle and had the white dress and all, but the main part was a Time Lord ceremony. And only Gran, Gramps, and Tony were invited. That one's my second favorite story. They let me go watch it last month, from behind a door. Don't worry, no one saw me, no paradoxes. I cried.

I was born a year after they got the TARDIS working, as we were landing on Earth. Mum and Dad still call me Earth Girl all the time. That was eighteen years ago. I've grown up in the TARDIS, traveling, exploring. They took me to Barcelona for my last birthday, the planet not the city. And yes, we do keep track of birthdays, albeit a bit oddly. Mum's got the details, I just play along.I love every minute of this. I've even managed to keep in touch with a couple of kids on Earth, Rory, Amy, and Clara. Dad loves them, loves showing off around them. So do I, but don't tell him I said that. They've come with us once or twice. He keeps us away from too many life-or-death problems. Well, he tries...I asked Mum whether she had anything to say to you. She smiled and said she had one thing to say.

She's having a fantastic life with you, here.

Dad says that by the time you get this, you'll probably have regenerated once or twice. Are you ginger this time?

It's weird though, again, isn't it? I hope you still like how you look, and how you act, and that you still remember Mum and Dad. I hope you haven't worried too much about them, or missed her too badly. Who knows, maybe you'll see us at some point. It'd be fun to see how Dad reacts to what would have been future him.I guess the point I was trying to make was that we're happy here, all three of us (soon to be four!), and we hope that wherever you are, whatever's happened since, that you're still running. Because I think that if the Doctor ever stopped running, the stars would go out because they missed him so much. Keep going, Doctor. Have a fantastic life, for us.

All our love,

Donna Jackie (That's me, hello!)

Rose Tyler

The Doctor

PS: I have attempted to attach a picture of us on New Earth last week. I hope you like it, especially Dad's beard stubble and my hair. Blue tips on blonde, good, yeah? I'm thinking of going ginger next.

Did I just get the perfect ending on the WAIA first try? Yes, yes I did.

Did I also go back and get literally every ending? Yes, yes I did.

FUCK, Mark, why are you so good at tearing my heart out?!

Halos and Hellspawn

Pairing: Cas/Reader

Rating: PG

Fighting demons was hard enough. Fighting this one? You weren't sure if you could.

He relaxed against the chair, hands cuffed behind his back. His blue eyes, those familiar, normally beautiful blue eyes, were full of amusement to see the pain in yours. The trench coat was resting across the back of a chair just outside of the devil's trap. He looked wrong, almost naked without it.

Of course, he looked wrong anyway. This wasn't Castiel.

He'd done it to save you. The demon was aiming for you, and Cas caught the smoke, meaning to smite it. But he was too weak, with his fading grace, and so instead just redirected it. And now...

"So, doll-face," the demon sighed in mock boredom, "how long before you realize there's nothing you can do to get me out of here?" He tapped Cas's foot and put a smirking smile on his face again. You didn't reply. "Oh, don't give me that," he mock pouted, "not the silent treatment. You might as well get to like me, because I'm not going anywhere."

"You are."

"She speaks!" He feigned surprise, then laughed, and it cut you to the core that it sounded like Cas laughing at you. "Oh, darling," he said, drawing out the word, "I'm not."

There was a ringing silence as you reached out and slapped him, hard, across the face. The look of hurt looked so much like Cas that it had you frozen. Then...

"(Y/N)..."

Your heart nearly stopped. "Cas?"

He nodded, struggling. "I don't have long...but...it's me..."

You smiled disbelievingly, suddenly dropping to your knees beside him and cupping his face. "Cas...you can fight him, you can do this-"

"No. I can't, I'm not..." he paused, fighting. "I don't have long. Please...closer..."

You leaned in, desperate for him to stay, tears in your eyes. "Please Cas, please..." He smiled weakly. His eyes flicked to your lips. "Before...I'm gone...please..."

Tears streaming down your face, you leaned in, eyes fluttering closed and a slight sob escaping. You could feel his breath on your lips...

You stumbled as the chair was kicked back and Cas grunted, "NO!"

The demon had shock written on its face. Slowly, you stood. "You tricked me."

The demon smiled again, but something was off. "Of course I did. But you wouldn't kiss me if I was me, now would you?" You frowned, studying the demon. Was it...nervous? And why was it shocked?

But why would it push you away?

You smiled slightly as it dawned on you. "But Cas did fight back."

"You're crazy," it scoffed. You laughed, and it scowled. "Stop. It wasn't him, I was messing with you. It was me. He can't fight me. He can't!"

"He can't?" you said, throwing its mockery back at it, "or you didn't think he would?" You laughed again as the demon roared angrily, then you knelt again, leaning close. "Cas, I know you can hear me," you muttered, "fight him, c'mon, come back to me. Kick him out."

The demon jerked suddenly, then growled again. You put your hand over his and it tried to throw you off, but you just caught his hand. "Cas, come back. Fight. It's all on you, I know you can do it." It spit in your face, and you blinked and wiped it off just as it jerked violently again, and yelled in pain. You put a hand on his sweating face as it glared at you. But there was a spark in his eyes. "Castiel, you're an angel. You're stronger than this and you know it.

I believe in you."

"He's a selfish bastard!" the demon screamed furiously, jerking so violently that you had to back up a pace, "he's doing this to show who's stronger! To punish me! He doesn't care about you! He's fighting because you disgust him so much he'd never touch you!"

"I'm sorry, Cas," you said evenly before slapping the demon again. It yelled out, and just at the end of the scream you thought you heard him say, "More!"

"You say something?"

"No!" it cried desperately. You grinned in triumph. "Sorry, Cas, I'm really sorry." You slapped him again. It hissed and spit. You hit. It hissed. You hit. It hissed.

This wasn't enough. You frowned, then steeled yourself and grabbed the demon's face as it yelled defiantly. You looked into it's eyes, into Cas's eyes and spoke to Cas. "You fight this off. Come back to me, Wings."

Then you kissed him.

The demon bit your lip and fought to pull back, but you didn't let him go. Suddenly a hand was on your cheek and Cas was speaking against your lips. "Move. Get back." You flung yourself back and watched as Cas started to glow bright blue. It became blindingly bright and you covered your eyes. There was a piercing scream.

Then the light was gone, and Cas thudded back against the chair, eyes closed, still.

"Cas?" You uncovered your eyes. "Castiel!" You pulled yourself up next to him and ran your thumb across his cheek. "Cas? Cas, please, come on, wake up!"

His eyes fluttered open again. He coughed, then grunted, "Thank you."

You hugged him tightly, half sobbing, half laughing. And surprisingly, he hugged you back.

Even more surprisingly, he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard.

I’m actively shocked that I don’t have a bingo.

How many full rows do you have?

Anti is a Tulpa: An Infodump.

“A tulpa is an entity created in the mind, acting independently of, and parallel to your own consciousness...a tulpa is like a sentient person living in your head, separate from you.”

“Note that the form doesn’t have to just be a visual image; the word is often used as umbrella term for a tulpa’s looks, voice, their smell, the feeling of their skin—everything that you can sense of their imaginary form.“

“A clearer way of sensing your tulpa before you can communicate with them directly is through emotional responses, which can be described as feeling emotions that aren’t your own.”

Brought to you by: https://www.tulpa.info/what-is-a-tulpa/

A Tack-On To My Last Theory.

What if we’re getting a glimpse at the proper creation/manifestation of Anti? Like, if Anti really is a tulpa, a parallel personality of Jack’s, then what if the coma is him trying to permanently gain a physical form so he can kill and replace Jack once and for all?

What if Chase and Schneep are tulpas as well, and they’ll die if Jack dies, so they’re trying to stop him for their sake as well as for Jack’s. Tulpas can be companions too, they’re not all evil.