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Re: HOUSE

[dontcallmedarling]

Color me unsurprised.

[The music is kiiiind of freaking him out a little bit - especially the change to the record player. He's going to reach out and maybe try and, touch it and see what the hell is wrong.]

Re: HOUSE

[rednecking]

[to Coyote] By choice. Almost makes someone feel bad for bein' a slacker.

[that's a flat out lie. Coming to check out the record player with Knight tho]

Re: HOUSE

[soulping]

[As Knight touches the record player, the music abruptly stops. It’s replaced with a familiar voice.]

Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me

[It doesn’t show signs of stopping unless interrupted.]

Re: HOUSE

[unlimitedcoffee]

[ And there that keeps a sobering feeling. ]

That's what we're here to do, Natalie.

[dontcallmedarling]

[SCREAMS INTERNALLY I WOULD LIKE TO GO BACK TO THE CREEPY MUSIC THANKS]

...Iii'm gonna search the desk instead, maybe find what we're looking for. We've gotta get on the right track here soon.

[HE IS BEEN THROUGH WAAAY TOO MANY HEARTS TO START OFF ON THIS LEVEL OF WIGGED OUT, THANKS, he addresses the record player directly.]

Hang in there.

[rednecking]

[meanwhile Tesla's just pissed by it. CAN THE RECORD PLAYER BE TURNED OFF IF SO HE'S GONNA TRY TO TURN IT OFF

PLS]

[soulping]

[The off button doesn't work. Is it even connected to any power source?]

[unlimitedcoffee]

[ Since that isn't working. ]

Hey, kiddo. We're going to help. So calm down and talk to us.

[dontcallmedarling]

...Yeah, try to soothe it, maybe that'll work? It's her, after all. Or... a part of her. We're here and we're here to help, alright?

[Translation: I DON'T KNOW HOW RECORD PLAYERS WORK, I am instead going to touch the desk and look through the doors to find something useful.]

[soulping]

[Inside the desk drawer are sheets of music. Touching them fills you with a real sense of calm, different from the artificial, forced kind of calm that permeated the rest of the room when you entered. When the loneliness and pain become too much to handle, this is what you can turn to. This is one of the things that makes you happiest.]

[rednecking]

[he'll leave the soothing to you two. He gives the record player a dirty look, before he peers underneath the desk to see if anything's there]

[soulping]

[There's a music box laying underneath the desk.]

[unlimitedcoffee]

[ Cooing at the record will surely help, right? But he will put his hand on it, not moving anything on it yet. He doesn't want to cut of her. ]

It doesn't hurt to give it a shot. Kiddo, can you hear us at all in there?

[soulping]

[No answer besides the repeating pleas for help.]

[dontcallmedarling]

Doesn't seem like cooing at it is doing anything.

[He's... gonna take the music sheets. These feel capital-I Important. Especially given all the musical hints their finding.]

...Seems like music's always been her way to keep herself stable. Found these in the desk.

[rednecking]

She's into music, yeah. Don't know what a good rock band is, but she's got alright taste otherwise.

[pulling out the music box and opening it]

[unlimitedcoffee]

[ Then he's going to reach to take the needle off of the record player, if it can't be turned off and all. ]

Maybe we should look for another record in here somewhere. Something more soothing.

[soulping]

[As soon as you do, it shoots off the player and careens towards the closet, shattering the record and sending the door slightly ajar.]

[dontcallmedarling]

[Well.

That's... not great.]

Jeez, what the hell was that?

[He's going to... move over and investigate the closet, now. Still holding the music sheets tightly.]

[rednecking]

What the hell.

[leaving the music box on the desk and following after]

[unlimitedcoffee]

[ Thank god that didn't murder me, but yeah, he's going to be checking the closet, too. ]

Not what I expected at all.

[soulping]

[You open the closet and the entire room changes. What was neat and orderly a moment ago now looks like a tornado has passed through. All the furniture is now in disarray, strewn all around. A layer of debris and filth is spread over the floor, and messages are scrawled angrily on the walls:

Why was I born?

Why didn’t they love me?

What did I do wrong?

If you look closely, you can see the writing instruments that were used to write the messages not far from where they’re written.

Additionally, you can now see a variety of objects in the closet. There’s a small model of a birthday cake, a doll, some strange kind of gun, a throw pillow that has the word “family" embroidered onto it, a small potion bottle, and… a razor?

You think you can glimpse something else at the back of the closet, but something tells you that these items are important. Perhaps you should look through them?]

[dontcallmedarling]

[He's clutching the music even tighter now.]

...What a miserable life she must have had...

[Let's go for the most obvious SAD THING, and see what the doll is about.]

[soulping]

[As you pick up the doll, you may notice that it’s face bears no recognizable features. The clothing it’s wearing, too, is completely blank without anything to distinguish it. You receive a memory that spans years.]

[soulping]

[The music box fills you with a feeling of loneliness and despair. You're never going to be enough. You're only a meager replacement for what people really desired of you.]