#chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

Joel? Can we... Can I talk with you?

nnot right now cchloe

#asks #chloetheeditor

[chloetheeditor]

we have to cancel chloetheeditor now they like in n out this is sooo sad

!! That's not problematic it's a restaurant!! I can't make food EVERY NIGHT!!

#Chloe answers #anonymous

[joelhersheysofficial]

Okay, okay, do we have everything? The cupcakes, my bag, the card... I-I think we're good. Okay, c'mon, Jo.

yeah :) lets go

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heyyyy debbie

my names not debbie .

good to see you too debbie

#asks #chloetheeditor #mom answers

[joelhersheysofficial]

[One unread message from "cult buddy"]

"Joel?"

[Marked as unread]

shit shit fuck shit

#asks #chloetheeditor #uh oh

[joelhersheysofficial]

[Chloe says she's on their way, but it's been much too long—hasn't it?]

[Stumbling out of Mark's car (previously Joel's, even previously-er Mark's again), they hit the soft soil of the woods with a dull thud. Nothing like this in California, that's for sure.]

[They grab her bag of supplies, various things unneeded of listing if you knew Mark at all, before slamming the car door shut and locking it.]

[And with that, she's into the woods that may never let them see the light of day again.]

[Joel, meanwhile, is busy running for her damn life. They can only see the thing in scattered glances, which he's positive are just hallucinations, yet she knows it's there. Chasing her. Stalking her. And it won't let up until he's tired, when it will be all too easy to take the kill....]

[He barrels and tumbles through the dead branches and shrubbery of the forest as mud squishes beneath her feet. The slop makes it so much harder to run, making her exert so much more effort than if the ground was solid.]

[But he knows that if she stops, she's dead meat.]

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

...I'm proud of you, Joel. Are you okay?

nnot really

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

Joel... C'mon, wake up. We're bringing your mom breakfast today, remember?

mmh

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

Hey, Joel, not to interrupt, but—I finished folding my laundry, should I fold yours, too?

oh uh . no i can fold my own laundry lol .

.. theres smt i wanna ask you about though

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

...Hey, Joel, can you let me in?

!! course chlo. here the horrors down in the basement w his horror sister so youre fine

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

Hey, Joel, what are we doing today? Am I editing the footage you have?

oh well you see. i have been putting off doing the footage because im lazy as fuck. but do you know what i do have

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

[The small hotelroom door creaks open as the once-again tall, human-passing Chloe walks through, a couple takeout boxes of food in their hands. They blow hair from their eyes as she shuts the door with her leg.]

[With a tired smile, they make her way over to Joel, laying in bed, and set a box of food down on the comforter.]

"Dinner."

[Joel's more than happy to see both Chloe and the food. He's starving. Sure, all he's been eating the past two days is cheap take out, but it's a hell of a lot better than being back in Mandela, and it was certainly better than being hungry.]

"Hell yeah, what's on the menu tonight?"

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

[Wooden stairs of the old house's deck creak with the weight of two alternates—one visibly human, the other... less so. Tentacles, stripped sharp black and white, spilled from their open-backed top, sticky arms crossed over her chest. They almost looked embarrassed—big, sad eyes refusing to look anywhere in front of them, and, instead, just to the sides or ground.]

[A soft, scared knock comes to Mark's back door, and Chloe almost stepped behind the man who had become family to them, if not for her adamance about facing this head-on. She needed to be brave...]

[Joel was ecstatic about the long–awaited return of his friend— or perhaps manic? It was hard to tell. He paced in little circles, whispering frantic gibberish to himself, hardly understanding what he himself was even saying. There simply weren't words to describe his emotions upon hearing the knock.]

[He was up at the top of the stairs when he heard it, and in his haste to make his way to the bottom, he tripped over his own two feet and was sent tumbling halfway down the rickety wooden steps. His chin bumped an edge, tearing a gash on it that immediately started to spill blood, but Joel was far too excited to care. Hell, he was too excited to even feel the pain. How could he not be? He admits, as he gathers himself and gets back up on his feet, he had doubts that Chloe was even going to return— he was still paranoid that they were an alternate, how silly is that? But now, opening the door with a click, he was positive that—]

[...Oh. Oh no.]

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

C'mon, Joel- Come on, get up. Get up, we need to clean all this...

brain inside out

#asks #chloetheeditor #self harm cw

[joelhersheysofficial]

[Chloe approaches the sofa where her brother lay, enveloped in his grief. She wears the same beaten up college hoodie, and in one hand she holds a small bottle of liquor. In their other hand, they hold a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.]

[She nudges Joel's legs aside and sits with him, uncapping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table before Joel. Following that, they light a cigarette and hold it out to their brother.]

[No words are exchanged.]

[He's not in any rush to accept it. He doesn't even pick up his head at all, he just waves his hand around before it meets Chloe's slimy one. Pulling the cig from her grasp and puffing it, he's immediately sent into a coughing fit, having inhaled too much smoke at once.]

[Following that, he makes the executive decision to sit up. It's hard, really hard, to put energy into it. It's hard to put energy into anything. He tries to shift his gaze to Chloe, hoping it'll make him feel better knowing his friend is by his side. Instead, he's overwhelmed by nausea from the peaks of void showing through Chloe's skin. He misses when his brain was able to hide those peaks from him. But now, he can never unsee them.]

[His eyes are wide open.]

#asks #chloetheeditor

[joelhersheysofficial]

Hey, Joel, I'm headed home. Is there anything decent to eat around here? It's all just fast food.

literally no clue. most ive been eating is fast food and marks cooking

#asks #chloetheeditor #hes... actually gotten better at it suprisingly

[joelhersheysofficial]

Hey, Joel? Do you... maybe wanna go out tonight? And get a drink? (As friends)

!!!! !! ! !!!

uuh m . ssure .. i guess

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