Memories (Pt. 1)

    It had been at least three years since the ending of Marble Hornets... well... Actually, since Jay's death, but Tim was still trying to push that to the back of his mind. He had begun to live a partially normal life. The Sickness was still present, but not as bad as it used to be. Tim even met a girl, who had become his girlfriend after two years of a good friendship. Life was going pretty well. His sickness still bothered him, he still had to take multiple prescription pills on a daily basis, but aside from that, he was fine. Everything was fine.
    
    Tim was sitting at the diner with his girlfriend. She was explaining something about Amnesia, all he really caught about the explanation was the strange monsters in the game and trying to visualize them as she spoke.
    "Tim, are you listening?" He snapped out of his dream-like state at the sound of her voice.
    "Oh, uh, yeah. Go on." She gave him a disbelieving look and shook her head.
    "Is everything alright? You've been acting a bit out of it recently. Normally whenever I talk about Amnesia, you start making little wisecracks or begin to ramble about how mean the game is to you."
    "Oh, yeah. I'm doing fine. I've just been struggling to fall asleep lately." Tim smiled at her weakly. He didn't want to tell her that he was beginning to think something was following him, but he just shrugged it all off as paranoia.
    "Tim, go try seeing a doctor about that. Or at least try to buy some sleeping medication. It might help." She stood up, just as she was walking by him, she landed a peck on his cheek.
    "See ya' later, Tim." She smiled and she was off.

    Tim went home that night. He had picked up some sleeping medications and planned on getting a good night's sleep that night. He headed to his room. What he was met with when he got to his room almost made him cry. When he got in his room, every inch was covered in papers with cryptic messages scribbled onto them. Any part of the room that didn't have any papers on it, had the Operator symbol carved into it. In front of him, lie the old chest camera, that had unfortunately been broken due to the energy that the Operator gave off, and on his desk lie his old tattered mask that he had disposed of in Entry #87. After this, he knew he wasn't going to get that full night's sleep that he was hoping for.