Connection with Yves

CONNECTING...
...Oh?
You're awake today? All of you? Statues? Convalescent? 
Finally!

Here I sit in this room, surrounded.
The high ceiling has been a familiar site for me! As are y'all at this point...
I've been dreaming. Waiting so, so long. 
Well, ok.. Probably not that long. Maybe a few months..?
No-
My perception of time isn't the point here, okay.
It's Yves. I've been waiting!
Let's talk.

I'm in THE room. Your room!
The room with the statues.
Gothic design. Tall, vaulted ceiling. Circular room. Each of you is recessed slightly into your own alcoves. 
Dark. Cold. Quiet.
If you mean in real life?
Chained in a workshop by my ankle. Don't worry about it, though! I've got it covered. It doesn't bother me much anymore.
Second question, waiting for you to wake up, damn it! You kept me waiting.
I mean, dreaming too, honestly. Mostly sleeping or thinking. God, have I been thinking! haha.
How many people have you spoken to?

No, you have a Room. Don't get ahead of yourself, Nightcap Nancy! You have a room. It exists in real life, too. Trust me. I've seen it!
In fact, I've got some ideas... Some plans... If we get there.
Again, when you're locked in a room, what else do you have to do other than get to memorizing layouts??
Not in the sexy way, unfortunately. Very unsexy, even.

Weeeellllll..... 
slash j
That's a joke! Unless you're a freak? Y'know, it might be in the sexy way. Define the sexy way?
It's not the sexy way.

Sarah. Ok. Interesting. That's noted. Nightcap Nancy's a big liar! Fuck that guy.

Do you have a list of things you call Nightcap Nancy? Twotier Scoopsack?
. I don't know why I said that.

@Ashlyn
your room

Shit Slasher? That's awesome. 
But, yes! A room, collectively. The statue room. Is that new? Is that different?? I feel like it's always been a room...
I wouldn't remember, yeah.
I'll have to ask the last winner, once we figure out who they are.
Oh and, Alex.
Don't overthink it! It's not as bad as it looks.
It was Alex.

Yeah! I was a bit hurt but...
I get it. Why he did it.
He hasn't been himself for a while, y'know?
I know he's in there. I still talk to him, when The Moon drops the leash for a bit.
As far as I know, nobody can tell! It's awful. He's reaaal good at masking, acting his usual self.
I see it, though.
The lack of light behind the eyes. The playful teasing turned genuinely malicious. 
He's fucked up. He's not himself. It's not his fault, so don't go blaming him, alright?
We're all just puppets for the plot at this point. Him and I, at least.
That's all whump! We don't need to linger.
Are you ready? For the Party? It's in just over a week. Not that time means anything to us, right? Let's be real. Meaningless! It's not 2019 for you. What does it matter if it's been a month between dreams for you, yet only an hour has passed for us? 
I hope I don't know too much for you. It's not normal. At some point, I feel like I'm not... Really myself.
But, would you be yourself in my place?
I'm just a puppet for the plot.

Ok, yeah. I'm being a downer. Wow. Yeah. 
Sorry.
What's been going on with you, Convalescent?

I guess! Something like that. It's more of a halloween party, really. Loud music, spooky setting, neon decorations and shit like that.
Lot of effort for a trap, but you've gotta give College Kids the right Cheese for their Mouse Trap.... Drugs and alcohol!
I jest. I think?
Alex might have weed? Definitely alcohol. I love my frat boyfriend, of course. 
...Well, when he's not being like. possessed and puppeted by some gill-having skid mark. You get what I mean, yeah?

If we pulled on an Alexander Valentine, do you think he'd split into two? Like a smurf?
Then you could take the evil one. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You freak? 
All you Convalescent are freaks. I think.

"I'm normal!" - Shit Slasher, 2019

That old rickety house on the edge of town. The abandoned one. I think? Probably.

Yeah, that one!
Pretty big, actually.

I've been describing it as a trap this whole time, Nightcap Nancy! What do you think? Up to interpretation?
It's always been a trap. Something was always gonna happen, even before The Moon yanked the leash taut. 
The Party's the main event, Convalescent. Always was.
It's cruel. Genuinely mean! I've made peace. I have.
It's not like it's a waste, anyway.
Not the way I see it.

Deep breath! One at a time.

Some strange corvid-esque fairy thing, I think?
I can't make it out. That's what it's giving though. It's giving.
I've been here the whole time, Fertilizer. 
The murder won't exactly be a mystery, I feel?
And, I thought so. I had a feeling.
But... I don't know.
That's just not the way it's going to go, you know?
We're puppets. We have to be.
She ran. She put the whole world on Alex's back. That's why The Moon broke him. When you lose a toy, you're not gonna stop playing! You just... Play with the other twice as hard.
It wouldn't be a good idea. It might kill him, really. KILL Kill him. Not... You know.
And..
You wouldn't get it.
There's no point in helping either of us anyway.
We're content. It won't be a waste.
We'll make a better winner. Maybe even a double winner, wouldn't that be neat? But...
Worry about the future, alright?
God. Don't make me feel pointless in this. Being here. Talking to you.
I'm not powerless, I just...
...
Guh. I won't spiral. I'm good, don't scare me like that.

I have the advantage, but I'm not the one who needs it. That's the thing.
...and, Oleander...
God, ok. I should just ask you, I really should. I mean, it's probably what you're here to do anyway! I really should just ask, you know?
I don't know why it's hard for me to say.

Look, I've been ominous. I've been real ominous, I feel? God, I'm barely myself anymore, it feels like.
Just...
We're the antagonists. Me and Alex?
This is our party. This is our scheme now. It wasn't originally, and now it is.
We're victims. We're all victims. We don't have a choice in anything we do. It feels pre-destined. It used to make me so sick.
And then I talked to him! I talked to him. The real Alex. Our Alex. The funny, clever, hot guy we know and love.
We're...
We're fine with this.
We can't be helped. We're going along with the plan. 
We're going to die. 
Everyone is. We're the one's doing it.
We're doomed this round, you know? If you couldn't tell.
We, Alex and I, we want you to find the Winner. The one who came out on top last, ok?
Find them. If it's someone you don't trust, find a way to kill them. Get them off the board. Alex will make sure the new winner is prepared for the next go around the bend.
But, if you trust them? If you really, genuinely trust them?
Tell them about the party. Tell them about Lily. I don't think it's hopeless, you know?
I hope this makes sense. I don't know. Again, it's probably what you were going to do anyway! But if it wasn't... Now you know.
I should probably wake up soon. Check on Alex and shit...

Y'know you're kinda like if Ghostface was queer and cool and also in a death game"

Oh my god we're like if ghost face was queer and cool and in a death game

That's awesome. Wow. That's crazy
Billy Loomis' Mother.....
Ok. ok. Being serious
If you can't do anything we ask of you. Just
Make sure The Moon doesn't win. He doesn't deserve it.

Thank you.
I'm gonna wake up now. Can't sleep forever! And... Gotta check on Alex, yeah.
See you soon, maybe? Hopefully?
We'll see.
Sleep well, Convalescent!

DISCONNECTED.