Previously on the Fat Archives. I'm angry Hastings, and I'm afraid she still
has not called. It appears that she hasn't gone too far from the city.
She's only a couple hours away in Wisconsin. I am currently tracing the
GPS on her smartphone. How am I connected to her? She thinks you're
an anomaly, like me, a monster. You're not a monster, and
he's not an anomaly. I am pretty confident that you're her first harbinger.
This is why I'm telling you that we must eliminate them. We can vet
Marcus first, but we need to be prepared for the fact that he is
likely another anomaly. Emily will not be okay with us murdering Marcus. And
who are Hastings in September? They're my friends, No, Emily, they're
not. They are the real monsters. TCO Cleaning Supplies. How may I
direct your call? This is contractor Hart with an update in the current product.
Please proceed with your update. Hastings in September are still active and will
attempt to disrupt the duel. I need to resolve the issue with them before
proceeding, so, as I said, we cannot delay much longer. We
must go get Emily back one way or another. Contractor Hart Please do not
contact the main office or initiate a TCO cleaning supplies facility tour until negotiations are
complete. Well Hastings in September looks site tonight at the end of the Root
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season. Thank you for listening. M h M. Chapter eight The Chronicler
observationcy from these fed Archives. It is hypothesized that an anomaly cannot gain direct
control of their power. These fed drains life from creatures, foliage, and
people around them. Because of this lack of control, every anomaly is to
be treated and observed as a weapon of mass destruction. As a reminder,
anomalies are not chroniclers, and thus they do have the ability to lie.
Emily looked around the room absorbing every detail. The wood paneling on the walls
of the small cabin reminded her of a cheap motel. The counterfeit nature of
the room did little to quell the building anxiety in Emily's chest. There were
cheap stock photos of deer and lakes hung on the walls. A tube TV
with its power cable draped over its face, rested on the table. Besides
the table, the only other piece of furniture in the room was the sofa
that she sat on with Marcus. Marcus was a criminal. He was a
bank robber that had just escaped police custody after a fuel truck ran into the
police station and caused a horrific explosion. Even with this in mind, Emily
felt an incredible amount of sympathy for the guy. Marcus was definitely younger than
Emily, and already his brother had died. He was a wanted fugitive,
and at this moment he was kidnapped with almost no clue as to what was
going on. At least Emily knew enough to be both afraid and furious.
Instead of just afraid, Emily pulled the throat blanket off the back of the
sofa and draped it over her lap. She thought about sniffing the blanket before
laying it across her legs, but decided that she was cold and wanted the
blanket in any case, so it was best to remain ignorant of any foul
odors it might have. The cabin really was an unwelcoming place. Harp,
the woman that had, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped Emily and Marcus,
had mentioned that this cabin was owned by her company, a group called
the Contra. At this moment, Harp was outside speaking on the phone with
said company. That was probably best. Emily had just about all she could
take with Harp and her cryptic bullshit. Hey do you trust her? What
her? Harp? Do you trust her? Oh? No, Marcus,
I do not. Yeah, I don't either. You're the one that dragged
me into her car. I don't know why I did that. It just
seemed like that was the only option at the moment. I'm sorry if I
put us in more danger. It's okay. I think I understand why you
did it. So you really weren't at the bank, No, I wasn't.
All of this is so weird, to say the least. It's been
like this for the last couple of days, and to be quite honest,
I'm exhausted. Do you think Harp can help us? I don't know.
I don't know if anyone can help us. Well, what do we do?
I don't know. I am open to suggestions, though. Should we
try to? You know, escape? We could? But where do we
go after we escape? We could go anywhere. You're a wanted criminal.
I don't think we could go anywhere well, right, But I mean,
there has to be a place that's safer than this one. I don't know.
It seems like she wants us for something. I don't trust her,
but I'm not certain that we're unsafe. I haven't felt safe since I walked
into that bank. I think we should wait it out and see what Harp
knows. She seems to have some information. Do you really believe all that
stuff she told us? Yeah? I think I do. It lines up
with what September and Hastings have told me. Some of it seems make believe,
but I'm starting to think she's right about some pieces. Do you think
her secret group or whatever they are, do you think they really want to
help you? That's the part I'm having a hard time believing. If they
really wanted to help people like me, why did they have to treat it
like a secret society, And why didn't she just approach me with this information?
Yeah? I was thinking, if they really do help other people like
you, why didn't one of the other anomaly people that they've helped come with
her? There are too many things that don't make sense. It's like we're
missing some key points of information. So do you have a plan? I
don't understand how you're so calm right now. Not a real plan. I'm
gonna keep trying to get information out of her and hopefully just stall until my
friends get here. Your friends are coming Hastings in September. Yeah, I'm
pretty sure they are. At least they know about HARP, and I think
they'll come. I hope they'll come. Hey, Emily, Yes, you
keep saying that you're a monster. Why because I just never mind. I'm
going to rest my eyes for a minute. My head is killing me and
I'm exhausted. Will you wake me up if anyone else around here tries to
kill me? Please? You're kidding, right, You're going to sleep,
Marcus. With the last few days I've had, I could probably sleep through
anything. Hastings enjoyed driving. There was something calming about the glide of an
all wheel drive sports utility vehicle cruising down the interstate at sixty five miles per
hour. Was it the best vehicle option for the environment. Were there faster
and cooler looking vehicles that could be driven, Sure, but no vehicle would
be as satisfying to him as the quiet, smooth ride of an suv.
As a chronicler, Hastings could remember every time a human would complain about their
vehicle. It was too expensive, they hated the color, they had to
get an oil change again, and didn't have time. All these complaints were
tiresome. For the better part of his life, his main mode of transportation
was a horse, and while many people thoroughly enjoyed riding horses, when that
is the only option you have for hundreds of years, the experience of driving
an suv was to be appreciated. Hastings considered how September felt about the experience.
September was a guide, so he frequently would be the lead when they
traveled by a horse. Now there was a GPS module installed in the dashboard.
September was a master of tracking in the wilderness, any terrain. Really,
he was an absolute us in a forest. Now they had a digital
map with a big blue dot that marked the location of Emily's mobile device and
beautifully paved roads to take them there. Hastings reflected on all the little tasks
that September used to do in their earlier travels. He would hunt fish and
gather their meals for them. He always could identify which taverns or inns to
visit and which to avoid. He could determine if other travelers would be hostile
or hospitable. Now the guide simply stared out the window, observing the nearly
full moon. You know the moon won't be completely full for two more days.
That's nice. If you are feeling completely useless, I could assigned you
some task while we drive. What what does that have to do with the
moon? Nothing? Okay? What makes you think I'm feeling useless? Well,
you are not doing any thing useful. That would be my first indicator,
Hastings. Is there something specific you would like me to be doing me?
No, I don't need anything. Okay. Then you seem contemplated for
maybe flustered. Yeah, I am. Would you like to talk through it?
I'm having a hard time mapping out a way to salvage the situation.
Anything I think my work could easily be disrupted by is FIT. I need
something more solid. Is Fit is chaos. Even if you had a great
plan for us, is Fit's chances of dismantling it are really high. I
think we should approach this as a rescue mission. When we arrive. I
think we should try to speak with Harp. Maybe we can come to an
understanding. That is unlikely. The more likely situation is that this is a
trap and Harp is going to us. I'm tired, Hastings. I need
this to work with Emily. I don't think that I can keep doing this.
I don't want to get killed September. I like living. I'm not
saying I want to get killed. I'm simply saying that I don't want to
kill them. I would rather risk working with two of them than killing them.
I see. I assume you have already calculated the risk. You have
done that for me more times than I can count. We both know the
risks. Yes, I suppose that is true, Hastings. What does your
gut tell you, not just your head, but your actual instincts? Okay,
September, let's do it your way. Let's rescue Emily and Marcus.
Emily Swanson looked out onto a snowy landscape. Somehow she knew that the entire
countryside was reported to be frozen without warning or explanation. The outside landscape looked
so beautiful in an eerie, lonely way. When had it snowed? At
that moment, she realized she was dreaming again, back in Chicago. Wait,
no, I'm in Wisconsin. She was in Wisconsin now with Marcus and
Harp. Back in Wisconsin, it was still summer and the day was warm.
This was definitely a dream. She was getting better at managing her thoughts
while in this dream state, but her body still could not be controlled.
Maybe that would always be the case. Her dream host body turned away from
the window with a small pang of regret at the loss of the beautiful view.
Her host began walking down the sconsolate corridor. Emily realized that she carried
a bold stew on a small platter. This stew was meant for the Lord
of the keep. Someone moved alongside her as she made her way to the
lord's bedchamber. Although she could only hear her own footsteps echo in the corridor.
She knew Marcus was with her. When Marcus spoke, the voice resonated
only in Emily's head. She had determined that the two were linked psychically.
Where are we? We're in a dream. From the looks at this place
where in maybe Europe, possibly a couple hundred years ago. Is this place
real? It looks like a castle. I think they are memories or visions
of some sort. I haven't quite figured that out yet. This isn't the
first time this has happened to you, No, it is the first time
someone else has been here. Though. How are you here? I don't
know. I don't feel like i'm here though. Actually I feel like I'm
really high, but everything is still clear. It doesn't make sense. Can
you control your body? Yeah, of course, can't you. No,
not at all, Emily. Who are those two women at the end of
the hall. They're the last of the servants staff. It's a mother daughter
duo that had nowhere else to go, so they stayed here to help me
with the household. How do you know that? I don't know. Sometimes
I just get these memories while I'm drifting through a dream like this, it's
hard to explain and impossible to control. WHOA did you just see that?
I can't see anything. I can't even turn my head when I'm in a
host body like this. What did you see? No? I just I
just walked through an end table like I'm a ghost. I couldn't feel anything.
You can see things that I can't. That's strange, Okay, So
what other things do you know about this place? This keep is in the
countryside, I'm not certain where. The lord of this keep was of low
rank in court, but was rich enough to employ a decently sized staff.
Many of the staff left for home once the weather turned. Some of the
staff have died from hunger or the cold. I am not impacted by the
cold or the sickness in this house. I don't know. Why are you
an anomaly here? I don't know anything else. There are only four servants
left, the mother and daughter that we just passed, or two of them.
The head of the house, which manages the property, is still here,
and I am still here. I wasn't always delivering food to the lord.
I helped train the horses. I think that's all I know. So
far. Where are we going? We are taking this stew to the Lord's
bedchamber. We're almost there, Emily. There is someone else in the room
with the Lord. This man, he's the head of the house, the
other person I told you about. Now there's something strange about him. What
he knew, knew what he knew everything. He knew the freeze would come,
he knew that all of those people would die, he knew everything would
happen. Here is the stew, Sir, thank you. I will feed
him. Will you please help him like you did before. I think he
loves the master of this house. He's caring for him. Look how he's
spoon feeding the Lord. Marcus. Can you see these blue lines this time?
Yes? Yes, I do. What is that? These are the
blue lines that I keep seeing when people die around me? Is the Lord
going to die? I don't know. The lines are different this time.
How so they're going from my chest and into the Lord. Every other time
they've come from the other person and gone into my chest, then the blue
drops from my chest to the ground where it seeps into the earth. This
time is different. It feels like there's a reservoir of blue in my stomach.
I can feel it trickling out of me. Emily, look at the
lord. I think you're healing him. He is visibly getting better. Oh
my god, I think you're right. I know I am, how so,
because the head of the house knows you're healing him, and I think
I'm connected to him. That is enough. You look fatigued. I will
care for him from here on. Thank you. How are you connected to
him? What does that even mean? I think he's a harbinger. I
think I'm a harbinger. Emily and Marcus wake at the same moment. With
her mind still hazy from sleep and her vision slowly coming into focus, Emily's
gaze shifted from Marcus to the window where she heard the noise. Harp knelt
with one knee on a small stool and the other bent with her foot on
the floor for support. She had a tripod set up next to the window,
and her arms were wrapped around a large, high tech rifle. Emily
didn't know much about weapons, but she wagered that this particular model was military
grade. She unknowingly was correct in this assessment. Headlights from an automobile shined
through the cabin window. The noise that woke her and Marcus must have been
the vehicle's door shutting. Whoever was outside, they were not attempting to be
sneaky. A more intense panic began to set in for Emily. She was
right, This Harp person was very dangerous and she had a sniper rifle.
Was she the sniper from the cafe? Was she the person that set all
of these events in motion by killing that man? Why hadn't Emily put this
together before? And who was outside? What's going on? Harp? Emily?
Are you in there? Emily Swanson is voiced by Tisha Zang. Marcus
Baker is voiced by Nico Rodriguez. Hastings is voiced by Adam Culbertson September is
voiced by Richard Collins, Head of the House and Chronicler. Rules read by
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