The Magnus Archives - MAG 79 - Hide and Seek

Episode Date: August 23, 2017

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This is the first radio ad you can smell. The new Cinnabon Pull-Apart, only at Wendy's. It's ooey, gooey, and just five bucks for the small coffee all day long. Taxes extra at participating Wendy's until May 5th. Terms and conditions apply. Rusty Quill Presents The Magnus Archives Episode 79 Hide and Seek The End Streets by Martin K. Blackwood

The streets are hard in London Paved in old secrets The hot smell after the rains The threads of people walking Living Loving You're sure about this? He did tell us to go home

Yeah, and then he said Sorry for everything Something's up You don't think he's going to you know... I don't know, but he's going to do something and it's going to be bad. And I don't mean like sneaking a cigarette bad. Like properly

bad. So we need to help him? We need to stop him. And we needed my tape recorder because... Because something tells me we're going to need evidence by the end of today. I don't want to wind up in court without something to back me up. Court? Yeah. Tribunal if we're lucky. Inquest if we're not.

You did use a new tape, didn't you? Yeah, I took one off the pile. Was it blank or... Tim? It was blank. He's never going to speak to us again. Don't get my hopes up. John? And he's gone. I thought so. You don't think he's going to-

I don't know, Martin. I think he's going fully off the deep end is what I think. If he hasn't already- Look, I know you don't like him- God, that did you? But I'm not going to help you get him fired. Martin! What do you think is happening here? I don't like him. You got that, did you? But I'm not going to help you get him fired. Martin! What do you think is happening here? This isn't office politics. It's not like he's had one too many at the Christmas party and started ranting about the Greeks. Whatever

is happening here, it's literally supernatural. Really? Isn't that a little you know? No, it isn't a little you know. There is something in this place and it's messing up our heads. It watches us all the time. It stops me quitting. I'm pretty sure it would stop Elias firing John, even if he decided to actually try running this place for once. You sure you don't just want to stay?

I'm sure. But, like, deep down... No. Oh. So you really think the Institute is, what, haunted? I used to, but now I think it's worse. Worse how? What the hell was that?

No! What the hell was that? It kind of looked... Oh, don't say it. It did though, didn't it? No, that wasn't Sasha. What the hell was that? It kind of looked... Don't say it. It did though, didn't it? No, that wasn't Sasha. No, no, it wasn't. You don't think...

He told her to go home, like us. Yeah. And she did. Yeah. It went into the tunnels. No. No. No. Not happening.

We can't just leave him. Yeah, we can. I'm going. Martin. I'm not coming down there with you. Fine. Fine. Fine. Damn.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! I took Michael's door. It was that old face. The thing that was pretending to be Sasha. It opened into the tunnels. The tunnels. Not exactly the escape I was hoping for. I'm hardly surprised. Must be its idea of a joke.

Still it is. It is a head start, I suppose. I have no idea where in the tunnels I am. Or how far down. At least it didn't leave me trapped in some corridor hell maze. A different corridor hell maze, at least. So I suppose I just... I just wait for now. I don't think it's going to just give up.

And I can't risk attracting its attention. It might already be down here with me. Just stay quiet. Stay hidden. God, I'm an idiot. Smash the table, kill the monster. Stupid. Lazy, sloppy, a sanction, of course. The table was binding it. The table is webs and spiders. Spiders are something else. They don't help each other.

They oppose. They weaken. It was causing a web. And I... All the pieces were there. And I just... I couldn't see it. I don't know how much tape I have left.

I'm going to stop recording to conserve it if... Oh, Christ. What now? We need to hurry. I thought I heard something up ahead. I didn't hear anything. Why, do you think it was the Sasha thing? Will you shut up about that? It wasn't anything like her. No, I know, but I mean, like, if you really stretched her out...

We're never going to find him down here. So go get some help. Elias is probably still in his office. I thought you said he was a waste of a suit. Yeah, well he's better than nothing. If you want to go, I understand. I'm not just going to leave you down here. You're all about quitting.

Oh for god's sake, this isn't about you. It never is. Alright fine, fine. What do you want? What's your light at the end of these spooky damn tunnels? And don't say everyone happy forever because that's not happening. Well, I don't know. I don't know! I want to find out what's going on. I want to save John. I want everyone to be fine and you know what? If we were all happy that wouldn't actually be the end of the world. Fine. No! No, it's not fine!

You've been going on and on and on about how alone you feel, because John's not taking your feelings into account. He's having his breakdown, but you're just doing the same thing! We've all been going through this, Tim, but you're the only one who's been running away. Okay, okay. Look, let's keep going. There's nobody here. Yes, there is. Stay back.

No. Who are you? I'm Michael. Did the Archivist not tell you about me? No. Good. Surprises are better. What are you doing down here? Probably watching the Archivist die. Maybe not.

Either way, it's amusing. I think it's called a sport. What? I think I might also kill you. It would be easier than killing the archivist. None of you are protected down here. No, no, now hang on. You are going to try and help him. And I want to see what happens without you there.

Martin? No, no, okay? Because there's two of us and there's one of you, okay? He's not killing anyone. Martin, look at his hands. Go. Where the hell are we? I have no idea where I am. There were stairs.

I kept going lower. No arrows pointing down. They There were stairs. I kept going lower. No arrows pointing down, though, which is good. I don't know. I found a weapon of sorts. I don't know if it'll help. I mean, it's not going to help. I can't fight it with a pipe. I'm just carrying it.

But it does make me feel a bit better, so... So that's something. I keep thinking I might have gone away, but I think it can sense me. At least a bit. I can hide for now, I think, but I don't know for how long. I can't kill it.

I heard the tape. It erased Sasha just like that. Deleted her from the world. I just hope this tape works the same. That my voice remains intact. Even if I'm gone. Even if it wears a face that people think is mine. Pulls me apart.

Becomes me. Listen, it's not me. Whoever hears this, it is not me. I don't even remember what she looks like. Even now that I know. Now that I've seen it twisted. I still don't remember her. The only face I can picture is... John. John.

Come out, come out, wherever you are. It's okay, John. It's Sasha. Reliable old Sasha. Nothing to be afraid of. You seem stressed, John. You've been under a lot of pressure. You should talk about it. Have a real good chat. You like talking, don't you, John? I'm going to wear you, John. I'm going to wear everything you are. And you never existed.

No one will ever know. And it will hurt. Oh yes, it will hurt. It hurts, Sasha. Shut up! Emma! Emma! Where the hell are we?

I don't know. I thought the door led further down. I don't think we're under the Institute anymore. What was that thing? I'm trying not to think about it. It makes my head feel weird. Well? Which way do you think? Right. Let's go right. Fine.

I don't think this thing's working properly. It keeps making this weird noise. I'm glad we got a chance to run, John. It makes it so much more satisfying. Do you have any idea how long I watched you, you and your little acolytes? I hated it. Let me tell you a story. You like stories. We can even call it a statement if you want. Once upon a time there was a monster, but no one realized. Sometimes someone did, and then they were scared, so that wasn't good. But one day a nasty man came along, a nasty man who tricked the monster and wrapped it all in webs and tied it to a table.

So the monster got its friends to carry the table all around, and it still got to take faces and scare people. Then one day, it was sent to the house of its enemy, which had the biggest eyes you ever did see. The monster was sent there to steal all its secrets, but it was sad because it couldn't scare anyone anymore. Then finally, after what seemed like forever a stupid, arrogant little man cut the webs and set the monster free. Free to kill and scare whoever it wanted. So thank you. I did leave you what clues I could, but I never ten-poked you would actually release me. I must confess, though, I almost enjoyed watching you scurry around, desperately missing the point. At least I knew what I was looking for.

You really aren't even a shadow of your predecessor. You're nothing. Even I would make a better archivist than you. Maybe I will. You'll miss the unknowing, of course, but you won't understand it anyway. I'm sorry, Mom. Tim, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, God. I'm so sorry. I wonder, if I'm well, will I really become the Alchemist?

Will I be the eye of its pupil? Probably not. But it's just for you, I think. Yes, I think that would be best. Please forgive me, if you're still alive. If you hear this, get a spy away from the man. Please, it's a joke. No, no, please, shut up. I'm alive. If you hear this, get us far away from the madness that is around you.

No. Please. Please. Help! Help! What? Mr. Sims. Yes?

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