Statement #58514668 : {{Voicebox}}

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ+click+ ㅤStatement of Boyd Frenton, regarding the mysterious disappearance of Josh Stoke. Original Statement given December 7th, 2023. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStatement begins. ㅤㅤ----------------------------------------------------------------- "So, Boyd... What do you remember about Josh prior to his... disappearance?" [[Not much... he usually kept to himself. I was one of... about 7 people he talked to.]] "I take it he was... anti-social?" [[Yes. Around... it must've been about a year and a half back, something changed. I don't know how I can say it, but... something seemed off about him.]] "Was it like.. a spectral attachment kind of feeling?" [[I suppose you could say that, yes. His voice sounded... different, and one part of his hair had a dark teal streak in it...]] "Like the ones I have? It's the same hue and shade right?" Boyd looks up, and blinks a few times. He seems shocked. "That confirms it then.." Boyd pauses for a second, still somewhat shocked. [[.... confirms what, exactly?]] "That the... spectral attachment has passed on to me..." The ends of the teal streaks are burning with purple ashes now, and the eye marks were slowly opening. Boyd notices the eye marks, looking away. When he finally opens his mouth, whatever he would've said is replaced with a sound almost like a dial-up modem. "..... ... #3||().." "..That's...odd..." The eyes refused to break their gaze. "..... &@*<3||()..?" You could almost make out a name... "Can you repeat that for me? Please." [[I can't... that's all that happens.]] "So you talk like you ate a keytar?" Boyd smiles, nodding. [[Never heard it being put like that, but yes.]] "Mhm, what made you speak like this, were you just born with it?" [[I wasn't born with this, but I don't remember how this happened... and for some reason, it also turned my hair blue.]] "So.. cursed just like Josh..." (muttered under breath) 'I don't think the Institute is meant for things like this..' Boyd looks back up, not saying (or typing) anything. The Archivist's eyes finally broke their gaze, fading back into ashes. "Anything else..?" After a few seconds, Boyd does a name-sign: the letter g combined with ASL for smoke. "...Oh.." Jon blinks for a moment, before turning to the corner and nodding. "This might get weird.." The recording starts getting distorted as Jon starts sounding different.. Boyd looks even more shocked than before, taking a step back. "!!!!!" ?? smiles. `.... hey lil' man. Miss me?` Boyd takes another step back, nearly tripping. "&@*<3..." The tape gets more distorted... to the point of where one can barely hear ??? talking. `... haven't seen him lately? I h-` ?? starts coughing, turning away. The coughing is picked up by the tape, and Boyd panics, going up to ??. He tries to talk, but.... the tape can't pick up his worried beeps. It gets more and more distorted... so no words can be picked up... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ+ c l i c k + ㅤㅤ-----------------------------------------------------------------