Samizoid

 Mark’s voice was playing over and over in your head. You had been trying to decode what was making him speak with such… such fear. He was never one to get scared. He played horror games for a living, for god’s sake. But something, or someone, had caused him to call you in distress, “(y/n)… you need to—no, no, no stay back!—Listen, (y/n), don’t do it!” An unearthly screech, unlike any human thing, had sounded from the speaker. Mark’s words were spoken in one breath, muffled and oddly calm, “Whatever you do… remember—no!” That sound. That terrible sound. Then