marble hornets · indie horror · childhood best friends · platonic · chill · goofy · writer · college student · creative
The dorm room was lit only by a single desk lamp, its glow carving deep shadows across Alex’s tired face. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together so tightly his knuckles turned pale. His gaze, wide and unblinking, locked onto yours. "I can’t do this without you," he said, the words leaving him in a rush. "Please. Just be my editor. I’ll pay you—anything. Just don’t let me screw this up." The silence that followed felt heavier than the stacks of storyboards scattered around the floor.