+click+ Statement of C.C (Cherry) Dearest, regarding Josh- no, "Jennie" Stoke's disappearance... Original Statement given December 12th 2023. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStatement begins.... ㅤㅤ----------------------------------------------------------------- [cough] I should have gotten to writing this sooner, before all that happened.. Jennie was a close friend of mine, she was the nicest person I knew aside from Boyd.. I don't know where she went or where she ended up... [Another cough, this one is slightly louder] Though, all this talk about spectral attachment has got me thinking, could she have just left everyone and possibly turned into a ghost..? [Yet again, another cough] [One can hear someone else coughing too, though it's faintly distorted...] No, that's too absurd... right? That couldn't have happened.. Even with what Dad's done, it can't be possib- [One last cough before a strong gust is heard, the sound of something falling and hitting the floor is heard right after.] [The sounds of people talking can faintly be picked up, it sounded like they were underwater...] `... ....... I don't thi.... ... ....... ... nt know..` [The response cannot be heard...] [An, *ahem*... certain swear word was picked up by the tape.] `[bleep].... .. ng idi... .... .. i tell... ..?` [Still silence... or at least until the door opens] M: "Not again, Jon.." `...?` M: "Garce, what happened?" `...` [Martin stumbled back, he sounded shocked] M: "Woah! Okay, that's... not good!" `H-he.... ...ghing, and...` M: "He.. coughed out his soul, didn't he..?" [Silence.... take that as a yes, then.] M: "...He's had more near death experiences than a normal person should have in a lifetime... guess it just... came with the job.." [The sound of a body being put leaning against a bookcase was picked up] [The door opens again, and someone runs in, coughing a few times.] A- "Wh-what happened- ugh!" [More coughing can be heard from this person, soon identified as Annie, from Statement #58699734.] M: "Jon coughed his soul out, sorry about all the smog though.." A- "...! wh-?" [The sound of footsteps can be heard as she takes a few steps towards Jon's body.] M: "What are you going to do for the smog problem..?" [Annie mutters something inaudible to the recorder.] M: "Hm? I don't think that...liquid will help?" A- "Might as well try, though.." [The tape catches the sound of the bottlecap falling to the ground.] M: "I just hope it does.." [Martin mutters something along the lines of 'I can't lose him again..'] [There's a few seconds of pure silence...] [...Then sputtering from the Archivist's no longer 'dead' body] "...Did you make me drink Windex?" A- "It's not Windex!!" [She sounds a bit annoyed, then apparently goes to hug the Archivist..] [The tape can hear him struggle a bit] "It tasted like it though.." [The struggle stops when Martin joins in the hug] [A barely-audible crack can be heard, and Annie backs away.] "..Martin, I think you cracked my ribs again.." [The Archivist chuckles a bit, as the hug gets a bit tighter] [Annie screws the cap back onto the bottle. She laughs a bit as well.] [Another barely-audible crack picked up again] A- "..." [And another, this one was a bit louder.] "If you hug me any tighter, I think I won't have any ribs left.." [Martin stopped his hug] [Annie sighs, sounding a bit... sad?] "..What's wrong, Annie?" A- "Nothing... it's just... .... personal events that I don't like to talk about. Knowing him, though..." "Knowing me or... Garce?" [Silence... it sounds like she's crying..] [The tape starts getting distorted...] [One can barely hear that voice again, due to the distortion..] `Don't do it..` [The tape gets so distorted that the question cannot be heard through all the static.] [Static... the tape can barely catch her response.] A- "C̸̫̓͊ṳ̸̥̄̍r̸̻̊s̸͓̳̀̑e̴̜̼͌.̷̩͓̓͌.̷̯͗.̵͍̲̈́̈́ ̴̰̀̓ḑ̷͘ỉ̴͚̭͊e̵̯͍͐̒ḓ̷͂̈́.̵̭̍͘" "Ī̵̹s̸͙̀ ̶̪͒t̸̪̀h̶̗͐ḛ̷̍r̴̺͐ę̴̍ ̵̙͋a̵̡͋n̵͙̈y̴̖̑w̴̩̃a̷͚̓ỹ̴̼ ̷̹̆t̸͔͝ó̵̲ ̷̺̔b̸̨̓r̸̫̍e̷̗͝ă̶͉k̶̪̑ ̴͙̃t̴̰́ȟ̶͓è̷̢ ̷̟͒c̵̘͆ũ̸̪r̵̭̀s̷̞̓e̴̠̕?̷̲̏" [The Archivist's response is cold and.... monster-like..] (cont)
(cont) A- "ĩ̷̳ ̶̻̇͂t̴̢̼͝͝ṟ̷̏͊i̸̢̠̔̿e̶͕̎̈́d̸͔̂͘.̷͕̈́͜.̵̗̚.̶̠́ ̶̞̋t̸̥̄̓ó̸̳o̷̩̒̎ ̷͇̯͒l̷̫̕a̶̛̮̍ţ̵́͂e̴͙̋͒.̷̡͙͌̀ ̵̘̌͑H̶͓̙̓e̷͚͋̽.̸̘̬̈̈.̸̳̪͋.̷͙̳͑.̵̖͂d̷͚̙̆̾.̵͇̃" "S̸͚̈́o̷̠͝,̷͕̠͆ ̸̧̙̀̀t̸̟̃͑h̸͖͔͋e̷̩̱̐͗ ̸̙͝c̶͉̲̀̏u̵̖͑ŕ̶̯̲͘s̷̘̈́͘ë̸̗̫́̍ ̶͇̒c̴̘̉͝ā̵ͅn̴̺̩͋̒'̵̝̲̒͝t̶͙̍̒ ̷̛͖̈ḅ̴̺͝e̵̖̭͒ ̴̟̥͛b̷̩̀r̶̬̙͑͝ö̶̭́͝ķ̸̳̓è̴̝͕n̸̪̿͛ͅ.̷̨͉̊.̷̨̀̏.̸͔̊͑ ̶͖̤̏̉a̴̛͔̚n̴̹͉͆̈́o̵̞͐̅t̸̠̘̆̃h̸̨͙̃̐ę̷͍͐ŕ̶̹͇ ̶̗͋̓č̴̰u̷̡͋̇r̶̠̘̈́̑š̵̡̾e̷̝̋̚ ̶͇̱͂ơ̴̩n̷̬̊ ̸̣̾m̴̬̳̄y̷͈̚ ̵̛̞l̸̻̀̒i̷̮͒f̷͓̉è̸̡̬̚.̵̨̈.̷̼̀.̴̺͈͛̓" [Another cold response...] [Silence, only broken by the static..] [Another fit of coughing, these weren't as bad as the previous ones..] A- "̸̞͕̉̅.̵̣̙͛.̸̠͆.̷͖̊̇ ̵͉͆ͅ.̴̺̾͋.̶̪͝.̷̥̊ ̵̦̜̎í̶̼ ̴̻̽c̴̢̦͝o̷̳͗̄u̷̻͐͊l̸̝̥͗̚d̸͎͑n̶̻̦̋ẗ̴̖́ ̸̪͓͊͝s̵̡̜̔ḁ̸̓v̴̳̖̄e̸̼͗ ̶̖̿̓y̴̛̜ọ̶̤̈́u̴̬͇̓̃.̵̖̈́.̴̙͇̅͝.̴̧͂̐.̸̘̋ ̸̪̰͊̒į̷̑m̸̳̂ ̸̣́s̵̜͊͌ó̷͚͋r̸̦̂͝ȓ̴̼y̴̠̑.̸̖̘̕.̸̙͂͊"̵̲͎͠ [The tape stops getting distorted as the Archivist goes back to coughing.] "{bleep}, why do things like these always happen to me..?" [One can hear that voice again, but it seems like Annie can't..] `Annie... its okay.. I'm right here...` [The Archivist stops coughing and glances over at her necklace.] "...What's in there?" [Silence...] [A bunch of fast whispering can be heard, the smog now has purple embers... and the eye marks are all on her...] "...What. Is. In. There?" [The information is being pulled out of her by force from the eyes... It's ashes, that much is true.. she's fighting it back the best she can, though. The eyes win eventually... The ashes are a combined mixture, a cigarette and... Garce.] "...You...cremated him..." [The eyes stare, like a disappointed parent, but Annie collapses, unconscious.] [The Archivist's breathing sounds heavy, like he went up a bunch of stairs] "...Ow..." `...?` "...Chest just hurts.." [Silence for a few more seconds, then the voice echoes back to the recorder.] `..... tape?!` "Oh sh-" * c l i c k * ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Spooooky violin sounds* The Magnus Archives is a podcast originally made by Rusty Quill, and licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-commercial Sharealike 4.0 International License. This is non Canon to the real podcast, this is just a fan creation but if you do want us to try to record a real audio version of this statement.... Eh... uhm.. How much you willin' ta bet either of us will actually do it? - S N' L (Ps- I'd do it for a mc chicken or something else. :) - S) (P-PS - idk what i'd do it for - L)
