slendervisions (slendervisions) wrote in reprisys, @ 2021-05-25 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | janie, trevor |
Sanity Levels
who: trevor, janie, and zip
where: out in the courtyard
Trevor sat on his bed, legs pulled up to his chest and looked warily at the room around him. This was not his cell. He could hear no yelling or the clanging sound of doors and bars being slid open. Just… general quiet. Birds? He was pretty certain there were birds he was hearing. Brushing the mass of dark curls from his face, he unfolded himself and went to the door.
His head was a little everywhere but as he took a deep breath and settled into things, he felt a bit more focused. Right. Program that he signed up for. Or something like that. He opened the door and poked his head out. It reminded him of a motel, but definitely nicer. There was a railing across from him and he could make out a courtyard.
Janie was sitting not far from where the pen landed, legs dangling down beneath the railing, arms hugged through the spires. She leaned back, eyeing the pen, then her eyes ticked up to the kid standing up the way. “I mean, as far as greetings have gone, I’ve had weirder, but whatevs. Hi, you look familiar.”
“I do?” He tilted his head, confused and reached up to brush his fingers through the tangled mop of black that kept falling into his eyes. “Um, Hi.” He waved at her from where he stood in the doorway, dark eyes darting around to see what else was around, but it seemed to be just the two of them. “I don’t know who you are. Sorry.”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was somehow familiar. Something itched at the back of her brain and she wracked it for the answer. “I’m Janie. And it’d be pretty weird if you did know who I was, so you don’t have to apologize. So, what you in for?”
“Hey, I’m Trevor.” He shifted within the doorway again and then hesitantly stepped forward, keeping distance between them as he took in everything. “Hi Janie. I’m here because…” Trevor trailed off, wondering how to even explain all of that. He hadn’t seen his pills, so he was feeling a little weird. “Someone got hurt bad. I told them it wasn’t my fault but here I am.” He sighed a bit. “We thought slenderman was gonna give us powers. At least, that's how I remember the conversation going. It’s been a lot since then.
She kept her eyes on him, patting the ground next to her. “C’mon, take a load off. I don’t bite.” She nodded as it clicked in her head, and she snapped her fingers and pointed at him. “You and your friend murdered your other friend,” she said. “Slenderman thing, I remember! All growed up, huh?” She paused, assessed him, watching him with piercing, curious eyes. But not frightened ones. “I followed your case in the news. Still think Slenderman’s real?” she asked curiously, though without judgment in her tone.
He flinched a bit more out of habit than anything else. He’d been beat up about the whole thing, being stupid or soft in the head. Other kids in lock up wanted to see if he really was so dangerous. “Yeah, that’s me” he said quietly and came to sit down with a bit of space between them and hung his legs over the edge. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye at her question, frowning. “What did you do?” He asked instead of answering her. She didn’t seem dangerous but then, he figured, neither did he.
From the second he woke up, Zip was on full alert. This program had sounded fishy right from the start and he'd signed up to investigate further. It screamed deep state, but his time in prison since the dam incident had been fully cut off from his information sources. He was in a room that was very unlike his cell. He got up and tried the door. Finding it unlocked was not the comfort it should've been.
There was a boy and a girl outside. Zip peered out through a crack in the door for a long few seconds, and then he slowly opened it the rest of the way, offering a small wave.
Trevor shifted, catching the sliding creak of the door and at the dark haired man peering back at them with a wave. He gave a small wave back. “Hi. You can come out if you want.”
Janie leaned farther back and wound up just lying down on her back, crossing her arms behind her head to pillow it. “We were just talking about not biting, so c’mon, let’s meet and greet an’ all that shit. I’m Janie, this is Trevor, and you are, good sir?” she asked, then paused and half sat up, propped on one elbow. “Hold up, do I know you?”
They didn't look like Deep State operatives, but you never knew. He still crept out slowly, his hands shoved into his pockets and bright blue eyes darting nervously between them. "Hi. Zip. That's what I go by, it's Zac but I like Zip. Or Zippy." He looked at the girl suspiciously. Janie, she said her name was. She sounded familiar. "Do you? Zac Prescott?" he shrugged, trying to think if he knew any Janie's.
Janie smirked. "We did an interview for my podcast, like two years ago? Somethin like that. My blog, youtube channel and podcast, 'the black hole of things you don't know'," she offered. She glanced to Trevor. "Zippy here is one of the best conspiracy theorists I ever ran across, so if you want to fall into a rabbit hole or twelve, he's your man." She looked back to Zippy. "Trevor is one of those Slenderman murder kids."
"Oh yeah," Zip smiled as he moved closer. She could be trusted; she'd helped him spread the truth, after all. "I've got rabbit holes," he agreed, brightly, moving to plop onto the ground beside them, stretching his legs out. "Really? I heard about that. It sounded to me like maybe you were under some MK Ultra mind control. Have you ever heard of the men in black? Not the movie, the real ones. They're humanoid, either biomechanical or alien, anyway, long story short, Slenderman myth probably activated your programming," was how he greeted Trevor.
The expression on Trevor’s face went from confusion, to surprise, to one of worry and fear. It was interesting that Janie and Zip knew one another, but as the guy talked, with eyes that seemed like they couldn’t get any biggers as he went on, Trevor felt worried. Extremely worried. “They said at my trial that I couldn’t be completely responsible for all my own actions but… no one said anything about mind control.” Sometimes he’d hear things, but everyone said those weren’t real, and when he was on his pills, it wasn’t something he worried about so much. But Zip sounded really convincing. Trevor pulled his gangly legs up to his chest like a kid at a campfire hearing ghost stories. “What’s MK Ultra? Like? Is that microchips in my brain? Can we check for a microchip in my brain?”
Janie laid back down, again following her head on her crossed arms. She shut her eyes and listened, the level of crazy ramping up in record time. "I mean, probably. But we're in a controlled facility run by hidden strangers, if we found one, they'd probably just put in a new one, but up your ass this time. Might as well leave it alone for now," she offered. "The short, short version of MK Ultra is the government experimented on a bunch of people without telling them about it. I hold them responsible for the Unabomber. But that's just the bare bones," she said, practically teeing up Zippy for a good long string of insanity.
Microchips? Zip laughed a little, shaking his head. "They don't need microchips anymore, that's what people don't understand. That's so old fashioned, that's analog. They're fully digitized now. MK Ultra was a cold war era mind control program that the CIA created to make the perfect soldiers, by fracturing the human mind and making sleeper agents. And they would do this by alternating amphetamines and barbiturates, LSD, mescaline, scopolamine, and by subjecting you to torture and experimentation. They made it so you wouldn't even remember it or know you were programmed until they activated you. The Unabomber was one of them, and Whitey Bulger, and Sirhan Sirhan who killed Robert F. Kennedy," he said all in one breath, shaking his head all the while. There was so much Trevor didn't know. "This whole country has sleeper agents all over just waiting to be woken up."
Horror crossed Trevor’s face and he held tightly onto his legs, trying to make himself smaller. “Is that the pills they give me?” He asked in a harsh whisper, eyes darting around. “I have a fractured mind. You mean that’s why I did what I did? ‘Cause I never wanted to do something like that but Mike said it was a good idea and-and… oh my god oh my god…”
So, it was fun to watch crazy fly, and she enjoyed Zip’s whole deal immensely, but she popped one eye open to level it on Trevor when she heard the distress there. Janie was a lot of things, and callous was something most people attributed to her, but that wasn’t actually the case. Not really. “Hey,” she said, reaching out to put her hand on his foot since it was in reach. “It’s not the pills they gave you. You need your meds, guy. You’re not a sleeper agent.” She shot Zippy a Look to help her steer this shit show back on the road. Not that he knew if he would recognize the issue here or help.
"Hey," Zip could tell he was distressed. And he couldn't blame the guy! This was a distressing thing, realizing everything that this world did to people. He was pretty distressed too, about a lot of things. "It's okay. It's like the Wizard of Oz, right? Seeing the man behind the curtain. Nobody wants you to pay attention to him but it could be way worse. They could've killed you for your adrenochrome or given you to the aliens to dissect or put into the hybrid program. And everybody thinks the grays are little and cute like ET, but that was just deep state propaganda that good old MJ 12 put together," he assured Trevor. And smiled over to Janie. Problem solved. There, he helped.
Trevor looked stricken between Janie and Zip, his eyes darting around them. “But I could be,” he told Janie, gesturing to Zip. “Mike was never like that, and then one day he said ‘we should kill Brendan and we can get powers and he made it sound so reasonable. And why would I want to kill my friend unless I was being controlled by--” He looked at Zip. “Grays? Aliens? Are aliens running these things? Can we do a test to see?”
She sighed quietly to herself and sat up. “But you could not be. And I think your buddy Mike was maybe just a straight psychopath? Or something, I don’t know. Either way, you two got real wrapped up in a delusion, and weirdly enough, that shit happens sometimes. And I’m pretty sure you’re schizophrenic. You’re prolly good.”
"Aliens are running all kinds of things and if it isn't the Grays then it's the Venusians or the Tall Whites or the Reptilians, but let me tell you, you don't want to get anywhere near the Reptilians. They make what the Grays do look like a picnic," he tried to give Trevor the most comforting smile he could. "But listen, it sounds like you're pretty in control now. Usually MK Ultra programming is one and done, they're not going to reactivate you while you're in jail. They got their use out of you so now you're in the driver's seat."
Trevor had tried to pretzel himself into a bowling ball of Trevor, eyes darting from beneath unruly, floppy brown curls between the pair of more adulty-looking adults. His eyes were like ping pong balls, his lips red from where he had begun nervously chewing them. On one hand, Janie sounded a lot like his old shrink that he’d liked. On the other hand, Zip was also making a lot of sense. “So… I beat their control,” he said to Zip, and then looked at Janie. “They just took advantage of my mental illness.” He paused for a long moment, and then finally nodded.
Janie paused, eyeing Trevor for a long moment. She’d been about to bust out her ace in the hole to try and mitigate the situation but he seemed to have landed on a delusion that was at least stabilizing. For now. “Sure,” she said with a nod. “And one and done, like he said,” she added, to re-confirm the idea that he didn’t have to keep worrying about this. Kid was delusional anyway, maybe his delusion would just be slightly different now, who knew. So long as he wasn’t freaking out and getting worse. “So you’re good now, okay? No real need to worry about all that other bullshit.”
Zip could've gone on, but sometimes people got overloaded with the truth. "Yeah, you're totally fine now. Just you." He smiled placidly, reaching to play with the grass with his fingers, raking his hand through it. "Janie, did you hear that they found a UAV base in the ocean?"
He started to relax more, doing the breathing techniques that helped, and Janie’s reassurance was comforting too. He would definitely go search his room for his meds later. Those would help too. Trevor slowly let go of his legs and let them relax and stretch out slowly. “What’s a UAV base?”
She exhaled as it seemed the crisis was averted. For now, anyway. She relaxed back again, lying back and shutting her eyes once more. "I did not hear that, please tell us all about it," she invited, figuring it would be a nice long haul into fairly harmless crazy. They could all be entertained, Zippy would be happy to have an audience, and hopefully Trevor wouldn't be triggered.
"Unmanned aerial vehicles, what you'd call a drone," Zip answered Trevor brightly. "There's over two million registered drones in US airspace at any given time and do you really think all of those are photographers and hobbyists? No, they're being used by a network of deep state and alien cabals to keep an eye on us."
Now, Trevor had been in lock up for a hot minute, with a hot minute being the past eight years. So he looked confused at the subject of drones. “Drones? Like things the air force use?” He was trying to remember the last time he’d heard or seen such a thing and remembered seeing some documentaries in a hazy memory of watching UFO documentaries on the history channel. “Wait, like anyone could have a flying robot?”
“Yeah, at this point they’re pretty cheap,” Janie said. “You can get them at Wal-mart. People use them to make youtube videos ‘n shit. And probably other weird crap because people are terrible creatures who tend to just fuck everything up the second they get the chance to.”
"Anyone. Everyone. And you know who uses them the most? The Grays," he answered that. "Down on the ocean floor. They have a portal down there," he informed Trevor casually. It was obvious. "From their reality to ours in a blink and without having to break atmo every single time."
“What’s their reality like? Do you think it’s better than this? I feel like anything would be better than this.” Trevor felt like Zip was trying to make these Grays sound bad, but he was wondering if that was just meant to be a scary story. “Maybe the Grays are just misunderstood.”
Just like Slenderman? Janie wondered to herself. It would stand to reason that considering Trevor’s motivation for murder, that he’d sympathise with the boogeymen from some other mythology. “Maybe they are,” she said to Trevor. Her eyes shifted to Zippy though. “Hey - why are you here, anyway? What did you do to land in prison?”
"I don't know what their reality is like but I'll tell you one thing: they aren't misunderstood. What's to misunderstand about making a deal with a shadow agency of the United States government to hunt and abduct us and use us for our genetic material in exchange for technology? People think we got to the moon with Nazi technology?! Nazis? Nazis didn't know anything about space travel, Paperclip was just a cover for what was really going on with the grays. You think we really developed nukes on our own? Truman made a deal with the Grays and they've been sweeping us up ever since," Zip said all in one breath. Then he looked at Janie, to answer her question, after catching his breath. "I held some people hostage at a dam because they had a child sex dungeon there. Adrenochrome farm. I didn't find it but I know it's there."
Trevor blinked as Zip’s voice progressively sped up with his explanation on the grays and then nazis and then nukes. Truman? Trevor was pretty sure that was a president but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure but he knew that he didn’t want to be abducted either. When he paused to catch his breath, it was startling quiet which Trevor found to be a little funny but what came after was not. “They arrested you for trying to save kids?” He looked between the two of them. “What’s Adrenochrome? And if kids are in trouble, then why aren’t they doing anything?”
Well, these two were a match made in an extra special part of hell. Discussions like these were usually reserved for people on a ton of shrooms. It was also clear that Trevor literally had no ability to doubt anything. He assumed everything was true. No moment to wonder how this dopey bitch was privy to all of this top secret information. How it was even kind of possible for Zip to know any of this shit let alone all of it. She also realized that it was going to be an impossible task to try and really damage control this. She wasn't about to follow Trevor around and try to keep the crazy in line. All it would take was a little sleepover with Zippy to ruin it all. And Zippy was eating this up like Agustus Fuckin Gloop. She sat up and stretched, getting herself to her feet. She brushed the seat of her skirt off. "So, I'm gonna just...be somewhere else. See you two later," she said with a wave, and she walked away, at her top out limit of crazy for the day, and it was still morning.
"Bye Janie," Zippy waved to her as she got up, scooting closer to Trevor so that he could lower his voice to talk to him. "Because they're in on it. All of them, deep state operatives or being paid off by them. Adrenochrome is a drug harvested from the adrenal gland. We all make it but it's stronger in children, and stronger if they're being hurt. Because the fear hormones made in the adrenal gland makes it stronger. It's used by politicians, actors, the rich and famous. It makes them young, beautiful, gives them feelings of euphoria and if they don't get it then they start to decline fast."
Trevor looked lost when Janie got up to leave. “Bye… I’ll see you later!” he called after her, because she was nice, and he liked her, and honestly, now that he was alone with Zip, who was getting closer to him, he was starting to feel a little nervous. But it was something like a car crash in the way Zip went on about all this. Trevor just couldn’t look away. He’d been around guys like that before, but Zip was just next level and it was a lot. “Isn’t that just what meth does?”
"Nothing like meth," Zip told him. "You don't have to torture kids for meth, but also… it's not the same. But they're harvesting it under that dam and I tried to tell everyone, but they lied. So here I am, and the deep state is getting away with what they're doing." He huffed.
He stared at the man, nodding slowly. “That’s… that’s a lot.” That was a lot. His head was a swirl of too many thoughts. This guy seemed to know so much, but he was pretty, well, scary. E was interested in what he was saying, but it was so much. “So… are your friends gonna get you out?”
Zip nodded knowingly. It was a lot. "Did you see the Matrix? Red pill or blue pill? Always take the red pill, my friend. You always want to wake up." He smiled brightly, looking down at the grass and smoothing his hand over it. Prickly. "I don't know, the cabal might be interfering with any attempts for them to help. As long as they're still fighting the deep state, that's probably where their energy is better spent. What about you, are you getting out?"
“Uh no. I mean, I know my parents and some nice people are trying but, well, I guess we’ll see.” He offered Zip a slight smile. “Well, I think I need to go find my meds now. Thanks for telling me about the, erm, truth of things.”