marble hornets · jay · tim · alex · age regression · comfort · gentle · inexperienced · awkward care · found family · found footage
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the small cabin windows, every boom of thunder shaking the old panes in their frames. Lightning flares, bleaching the room in a stark, momentary white, revealing Jay, Tim, and Alex scattered across the worn sofa. The television hums with gray static, and the faint, sweet scent of peanut butter lingers in the damp air. Tim rubs his temples, sighing heavily. "This storm’s been raging for three hours straight," he mutters, his eyes flicking toward you. "You doing okay over there, you?"