*click*

"No... nonononono, Praxus no...

I... he... I killed Praxus. He consumed him. But t-through m-me...

It hurts... it hurts, but... it doesn't.

I still feel the cold. It's still there, it randomly creeps up my arm every now and then. But that's nothing - it hurts, but it's just a cold, tingly feeling that I really don't like.

It's the emotion that I despise.

I know exactly what's happening, and that's probably why I haven't been driven to insanity yet. His emotions are weaved randomly into mine, I feel everything he feels now. It's... awful. It's torture, it's pain, it's...

Exhilarating.

No. No, don't fall in, Addie, it's not real, it's not you...

*clears throat*

And... these pens... I found them in my pocket. I... I recognize them, but I don't. I think... they're creator pens? Five- no, six- of them. I... don't know who they belong to, but...

How did I get them? How did... he get them?

He must've s-stolen them somehow... which means some people might be... trapped...

Or even...

Nonono, I refuse to believe it. No one's dead, no one's dead, everyone's totally fine, yeah.

Totally fine.

*there is a long silence before suddenly she gasps, a clatter heard as the recorder drops. Her voice is farther away now, but still audible*

No, no please, STOP IT, GET THE [censored] OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU YZAR- Y-YOU- YOU-"

*she cries out distantly, and a thud is heard. Her panicked hyperventilation quickly, however, turns to giddy laughter, that same familiar, masculine tone backing her own voice.*

"Ahaha... You need to let me out more often, Addie, let me talk to those friends of yours!"

"[censored] you."

"Language, Addie, we have an audience.

*there is a sound as the tape recorder is picked up.*

Helloooo people of the world. Seems you've found my little message. I have something for all of you to know:

Addie is no more.

I'll allow her to speak. I'll allow her some control. But she cannot defeat me. Me! Her own creation! Because she doesn't have the guts to dispose of me. She is soft, just like all of you. And as we all know...

Only the strong prevail.

All this is? Simple natural selection. Predator and prey, if you will.

A relationship in which we are the predators.

Who is we, you may ask?

You may know them.

But they won't be your friends for long.

*he laughs maniacally as the tape crashes, a smash heard then suddenly covered by static.*

*the tape made a sputtering click before falling silent*