Scotty Jr. (sinnersson) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2019-02-04 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 016, scotty, tobias |
Who: Scotty & Tobias
When: During and after this
Where: All over, ending at Tobias's room
Scotty wasn't really sure what to do with himself anymore. There was only so much running at barriers he was able to take, and when everyone said that there wasn't a weak point, and that wasn't the way out, he had finally started to believe thim. That meant his days were filled with mostly working out and goofing off, or trying to think up other places they might need to look for a way out. Scotty wasn't much of an ideas guy, though, and so each day he would go to the gym and try to think of what might be a good plan for the day while he worked out whatever he was working out that day. Or, when he had less to do, whatever he was working out that hour. That was what was on his mind when he was in the gym. Just where to search for a way out, or something. He wasn't thinking about what crap TPTB could throw at him, because up to this point, he hadn't been impressed. The only real serious thing that They had done to him was continue to keep him trapped here.
When he failed to come up with any real plan for his day, his new plan was to focus on the present and get to a shower. He was sweaty, and could afford the time it would take to shower, or take a bath, or whatever.
He imagined that he had subconsciously been trained to look for that blinking light on the computer that indicated that there was a message, like everyone else in the house, every time he woke up or entered the room. Even though he had no plans of hopping on the network as he walked by the desk to get to the bathroom, he still looked. The only reason Scotty stopped was because there was something blocking his view of that little light. Something was on his desk, and he sure as shit hadn't put it there. So he stopped. Whatever this stupid thing was, or whatever They wanted to do, it'd probably be smart to make sure that it could wait a few minutes, or else he'd get that "punishment" he kept hearing about. He didn't want to admit that having something to do might actually be fun as he picked up the pictures.
Instantly he knew that this wasn't fun. Scotty brought the photo up to his face to make sure that he wasn't looking at someone else, but no. There was Dad. It wasn't something that he would frame, and looked more like surveillance footage, like something that might have come from the camera on his own ceiling. He had no idea if someone could fake how right it looked, because it had to be, right? But he didn't really want it to be, did he? This was the first new photo he'd seen of his father since before he disappeared.
"Holy shit," he hissed, then grabbed for the second one. That one was more surprising. He recognized that girl. She had been here. He'd never really spoken to her, but they had crossed paths in the gym, before she disappeared. He flipped the pages over, looking for more information, and felt dumb for not having done so sooner. It was written there, clear as day, "YOUR DAD LIVED HERE ONCE, TOO!" And then the other note, offering him more information if he went to the place in the photo. "I have to go find this rando tree? Uuughhhh," he whined, but was already grabbing for his jacket, because of course he was going to go.
Thankfully the tree wasn't too hard to find, considering how many friggin' trees there were around them. Not too far from the house, right off the main path. The tree was even labeled with a "Hi!" Scotty tore that off, disappointed that the greeting was all that it provided, but was glad that doing a lap around the tree provided more pictures. One of which...
"Nah, fuck that noise," Scotty muttered to no one, not really wanting to believe what he was looking at. His dad had the girl pinned up against a tree. This tree. He glanced around like his dad might still be hanging out here, even though it was clearly a completely different season in the photo. He looked back at the photo, frowning. He had no idea what was happening in this scene, and what led to it. Maybe she had done something, and deserved to be restrained. Maybe this was her kink. He didn't know. Chicks were weird, and he wasn't prepared to trust the words on the back of the photo.
He did want to know how his dad ended up hurt in the second photo, though, and so he shoved the photos in his pocket and headed back towards his room.
The next photo wasn't as easy to dismiss. Again, he recognized the other person in the photo. He'd met Lennon at the small meeting that they'd had a week or so ago. He seemed fine. And here his dad was, beating the shit out of him. Scotty recognized that heavy duty flashlight, not just from there being one on the desk in front of him, but from seeing it on his dad's belt, so many times. And here he was, beating the shit out of someone. Maybe for a reason? Maybe for a better reason than the one provided? Being the biggest and baddest wasn't a terrible strategy, but he wasn't sure why that would make him beat up Lennon. It made him uncomfortable. It made him uncomfortable to see him with everyone in the next photo. He had so many questions...
So he moved on to the next location. This time with Owen. This time being punched, while his hands were behind his back. Scotty didn't know what the last two photos were really about, and he was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, so seeing a punch thrown at him still made him see red. He grit his teeth and punched the table, and considered abandoning this whole thing to go find Owen and sock him in the face for having touched his father. No matter what he was looking at in these other photos, it was still his dad, who was missing, and hadn't been seen in months, and he was here getting punched in the face while he couldn't fight back.
Owen didn't answer his door when Scotty pounded on it, though, so he headed up to the next location. His room. Again. He wondered if he just had stayed there, if he would have seen the people in charge of this shit show.
Then there was a photo of flooding, and a note saying what disregard his dad had for everyone and everything, and after the last photo, Scotty couldn't be bothered to care about this one. He'd been bounced back and forth, shown that his dad was here, but was only presented with things that made him ask more questions. He wanted answers. Just because the photos had captions didn't mean he was getting a real story, even though, yeah, he was for sure beating up Lennon in that one, and he couldn't figure out why he would be flooding a bathroom. It didn't seem like something his dad would do. Scotty knew his dad.
Didn't he?
He felt like he was vibrating with anger when he made it down to the next clue. This one stopped him, because while he'd already seen a photo of his dad supposedly beating up Lennon, this one was of Tobias, and Tobias... he had said his name in the secrets room, hadn't he? Scotty had passed it off as having misheard him, but now, here he was in a photo with his dad. And he knew his name.
It felt like such bullshit for the scavenger hunt to stop there. All they had to do was leave the stack of photos on his desk and say "Talk to Tobias," but instead he'd run back and forth, hoping to learn something. Instead all he'd learned was that his dad had been there, and had been in several fights. And now it apparently had to do with Drano.
Back upstairs he went, with a pocket full of photos and a bottle of Drano with a note taped to it, and his jaw clenched so tight he could hear the scrape of tooth against tooth. He had wanted answers before, but now, he needed so many more. Why were they showing this to him? His dad wasn't even here anymore. So why bother?
Unless, of course, he was. They'd found Tobias in a jail. Scotty hadn't explored every nook and cranny of this town. Was his dad here?
He meant to knock lightly on Tobias's door, but he didn't. He pounded, and when the door opened, he shoved the photo of Tobias and his dad at the other guy, then raised the bottle of Drano. "What the fuck am I looking at here?" he demanded, again more forcefully than he had intended.