My Name is Rylie

The room was covered in fairy lights, and all that can be clearly seen is a black velvet draped computer chair. A pillow is sat in it that looks like a black kitsune, it is wearing a collar that proudly states it’s name is Rory. The walls are draped in more and more fairy lights and various posters, all showcasing different stars and constellations. An alter of some kind is set off to the side, but the only thing visible on it are the lit candles, the flames are dancing as the person is walking too close to them.

The camera on the computer is having a hard time staying focused, hitting static and coming in and out every time the person comes near the desk it is sat on. The stomping someone from the other side of the camera, just off frame, is wearing all black and can hardly be seen in the fairy lit room. They have short hair, and a slim form. But nothing else can be determined. Not even the muffled conversation can be picked up, though the looks of the person show that the conversation is upsetting.

Within a moment, the person is slamming their hands onto the desk and eyeing the camera. Their eyes are a dark milky brown, swirled with green within one and blue within the other. Their hair falls over one of their eyes, but they are not bother to push it back. There are various pagan necklaces and charms gracing their neck and fingers. Their face is twisted into a state of panic and anxiety. Shivers wracking their body as they try to fight with the camera for a moment. Before groaning and giving up. They type something quick on the computer before looking back at the camera.

“My name is Rylie Flynn, if you are seeing this. Do Not Follow Me. I don’t know how to make that more clear to you. Declan won’t listen. He never does. So I hope this gets out to every single one of you. This is bigger, so much bigger, than either one of us ever thought. It isn’t just…” They reach up and run their hand through their hair. Frantic they look up at something as a door bangs. Panic comes over their face once more. Their breathing coming fast and hard.

“It isn’t just myths and legends. It’s real. All of it. It’s all real! We stepped in something and… it’s fighting back! Declan… stop him. All of you have to try to stop him.” Another bang is heard and Rylie grabs for something off camera, it’s a bag that’s looks about ready to explode with how full it is.

“Oh Rylie…” Another voice chimes off camera. It’s a sing-song voice that sounds almost musical. Rylie holds their breathe for a moment before looking back at the camera, completely serious.

“You are my only chance. Stop. Him.” With that Rylie grabs the computer and tosses it against the wall, the video going completely dead. They stand there for a second looking at the destruction before hefting the back up on their shoulder, turning and climbing out the nearby window and into the dark of the night.