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[maskintape]

It's Tim. I guess I'm busy, so... Leave a message.

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[maskintape]

what in GODDAMN HELL is your damage
yes I can read it
did I say something wrong
do you prefer tom? tommy? idk man work with me here
you know
it'd be funny if it weren't so sad tbh
you act like you know your shit and that brian's ~true calling~ is finding the ark
the answers
you pretend you understand
I've got news for you sherlock, you don't
but It understands YOU
It Sees you
It Knows you
It is Always Watching and when it whispers to me about these things do you know what it does
it *laughs.* like it genuinely thinks you're the funniest shit
looking for the truth about the beginning while denying the end even as it was happening right in your face
like
come on
lmao

[ Tim, of course, types nothing while this is spewed across Beckett's screen. He's too busy trying to keephis own hands from shaking, popping a pill and dry-swallowing it at he fights against a bout of distressed coughing. When he finally manages to form the rest of his response, none of it comes through. ]

don't you DARE say I don't give a damn
he sneaks around, he steals from me, he got jay killed
he wants me replaced with that masked FREAK
just like he hopped on in to fill the brain mulch left behind by the first friend I ever had
the first person to EVER GIVE A *FUCK*
and I still just want him to be safe and happy
fuck you and fuck him for thinking otherwise
say what you want I'm not leaving jay to deal w/this on his own
fuck
you

[bookofnope]

It's not possible. It can't be. Brian, Tim, even Jay, they'd all told him about the thing that haunts them, but it wasn't this. Beckett struggles to think, but it's like wading through ice water, a sensation he's intimately familiar with now. Is Tim really saying all these things, does he really know them, or is this just in his head somehow - just the logical next step of descent into madness?]

What did it tell you? What do you know about what I was searching for? How is it that

if brian knows why didnt he tell me?

[Even he can see the logic breaking down, but there's no logic here, anyway. It all may as well be meaningless. Everything else had been.

He can't type properly. He has to stop, put his head in his hands, remember that he needs to breathe these days.]

Some friend he's turning out to be. We'll have to have a little talk if I find him alive - I do so hope he has enough nerve endings left for me to make the most of. I'll be sure to give him your regards before I get down to business. You know, make sure he knows about how you got him in trouble with something beyond both your power and then failed to save him. Again.