the final threshold

[beejfq]

[The entirety of the past week (at least you think it's only been a week) has been...odd, even for you dead folks. Seeing between two different timelines, not being able to haunt your friends, seeing your own murder play out before your very eyes, BJ still exists- it's, quite frankly, A Lot.

But today things feel different. There's a stillness to everything, an absolute silence to the Opera House that feels empty and alien. Even if you focus you can't see or hear the living. It's like they're gone completely.

If that's not weird enough you suddenly hear BJ's voice echoing through every inch of the Opera House.]

Guys? HEY, YOU GUYS! YOU MIGHT WANNA GET OUT HERE TO THE CEMETERY!

Comments

[etincelledefierte]

Things shouldn't just disappear. Are you sure it's not back in the passageway?

[justmeheere]

No, it - I don't. It doesn't get lost, it's. We. It's not here.

[You ever just have a weird bond with your garbage brain computer that you don't WANT but you can't get rid of? Yeah.]

[etincelledefierte]

...and you're absolutely, one hundred and ten percent sure it couldn't get lost.

[Looking him square in the eyes, as if somehow a little SQUIP is going to appear in the pupils or something.]

[37773972]

He's part of its program. I don't think it could let itself. [Frowning]

[etincelledefierte]

So it's just out there somewhere?

[MMM SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT]