Note by SCP-Deadlock
So, this is the original completed edition of We Have Her by themaster402. Enjoy!
Yeah, I'm not going to act like a stereotypical happy go lucky blogger.
Yesterday, my best friend, and I'll admit, crush, disappeared. I have a transcript of the Skype conversation we had, as well as the chat logs. What you will read below is a fusion of both. It was a completely normal day, but what happened during it... All real life names will be censored in order to maintain anonymity and privacy. There's already enough shit going down.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > Hey, -----, what you building right now?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > look at my pixel art it's so kawaii (^‿^)
She was building a random pixel art, presumably inspired by an anime, while science-fiction-obsessed me was building the Endurance ship from Interstellar.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > what the hell, [REDACTED], did you just make that noise?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > I was muted for the last 4 seconds.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > sureeee you were, you scared the shit out of me ;3;
I didn't mind at the time, just thinking it was a random Skype glitch.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > can you come down and check out my art?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > sure, one sec.
I teleported to her, a thousand blocks underneath me.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > Wow, you made this yourself?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > well, i obviously had to have a picture for reference, but ya.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > either way, it looks absolutely amazing.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > *giggles* thanks!
I love it when she laughs at my horrible jokes and compliments.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > hey, don't break it!
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > I'm right next to you.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > Well then why is he missing an eye?
Sure enough, one of Baymax's pixelated eyes were missing.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > what the...
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > here, ill fix it.
I sprint-flew to the broken eye, but right as I reached it I caught a glimpse of a shadow figure disappearing.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > ----, did you invite and OP someone else?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > hit tab, dude, we're the only ones on the server.
Sure enough, we were.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > well, anyways, want to help me build the Endu--
???? > *grunt*
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > what the fu.... was that you ----?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > no i.. was..t
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > the connection is fucking up, can you hear me?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > wh..t is hap....ng
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > hello?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > Okay, that was weird.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402] > what just happened?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > don't ask me, you're the super nerdy genius who knows everything!
???? > *SCREEEECH*
[REDACTED USERNAME] > WHAT THE FUCK??? [REDACTED]???
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > THATWASNTMEHOWCOULDIMAKEASOUNDLIKETHAT
[REDACTED USERNAME] > WELL, SHERLOCK HOLMES WHO COU--
She suddenly screamed.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > ----? Are you okay? ----? What happened?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > ....check skype chat.
I clicked on our Skype chat, and she had sent a gruesome photo.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > What the fuck happened? Did you cut yourself?!
[REDACTED USERNAME] > I DON'T KNOW BUT IT WASN'T THERE SECONDS EARLIER WHAT THE ACTUAL
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > Calm down, ----, it's okay. Is it bleeding that bad?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > I n...d to g..et a clo..h t... wi..e t..e blo..d
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > You need to get a what? The connection is fucking again.
???? > we. have. her.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > Okay, seriously ----, stop, you're scaring me.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > That wasn't me... and you know I don't lie. I'm going to go to the washroom and clean myself up, brb.
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > Wait, ----.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > yeah?
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > you sure I shouldn't come over? I don't think you're safe home alone at night like this.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > Don't be worried about me, I'm fine, I swear. It'll just be a minute to clean off this weird ass wound.
I heard her footsteps as she stood up and walked away.
Wait, footsteps? Is she wearing shoes in her house?
[REDACTED USERNAME] > WHAT THE FUCK?!
Her voice was much quieter since she wasn't as close to the microphone.
I heard something being dragged across the floor, and... voices of men?
☜‿ ˙< ͜˙ themaster402 > HELLO? WHAT'S HAPPENING? ----, IM COMING OVER RIGHT NO---
[REDACTED USERNAME] > [REDACTED] CALL 911 THERE ARE ME--
Whoever invaded her house was now covering her mouth.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS JUST A JOKE
I heard the legitimate fear in her voice, she was choking and crying now. I suddenly felt a burst of bravery.
[REDACTED USERNAME] > fuck the police, I'm coming over and calling them.
I hadn't paid attention to the Minecraft chat. There was a long string of binary, but I had no time to document that. I did come back later and copied it from a server log:
One of you pointed out the translation of the binary:
"We have her. Come and get her or we will hurt her."
Along with coordinates to a location. In the past few days, I've been kept up to date with findings on her disappearance. So far, all we have is foreign fingerprints on the cloth she used to wipe the blood from her arm. I gave the police the transcript of our Skype call, but could not find an audio recording of it.
At my absolutely wonderful school, people comfort me, tell me it's not my fault, telling me I would make a great partner for her. But for all I know, her corpse is being cannibalized in God Knows Where, Andromeda Galaxy.
The coordinates got messed up on the conversion from text to binary, but I was able to eventually piece together the lat long string. The coordinates track right over to... 100 fucking Mile House? Great, I can ask my dad if we can take a road trip. I sent the new data over to the police, hoping for a quick response.
I had to find more clues. I thought, maybe the Minecraft world would tell something? And so I launched the game and logged back into our server. After uncontrollably sobbing for 3 minutes, I looked back to my monitor to see the world absolutely obliterated. It looked like Hiroshima got stuck in a time loop. From surface to bedrock, there was nothing. At the bottom of the chasm, though, there was a lone sign, reading:
"For every day you won't come, we will add a cut to her arm, slowly creeping up until she's nothing but a bloody mess."
Fuck. If that's true, it's going to fuck me up even more than it already has.
I immediately sent this to the police, warning them that they should speed their asses up. Going back to Minecraft, I noticed the text on the sign changed.
41 6e 64 20 77 65 20 77 61 6e 74 20 79 6f 75 20 74 6f 6f 2e
Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Now that school is over and I have fewer people on my ass I have more time to, well, have the police on my ass. I haven't told much about the ongoing investigation. The Vancouver Police Department notified those at the RCMP of 100 Mile House, which is a fairly small town usually used as a stopover for interprovincial drives. That doesn't mean it's going to be easy to find her. And there are a couple of reasons for that.
One, whoever these people are, they want me, as one of you pointed out. The string of code I got in that Minecraft world was hexadecimal. It translates to "And we want you too". My first reaction to that? Fuck. I'm going to have to dedicate this summer, or at least a good portion of it, to solving this bullshit crime. And in the process, I could get seriously hurt or even lose my life. But it's going to be worth it if I'm able to save her.
The VPD and Surrey RCMP keep on asking me if I have any more clues to this, but I'm just about as clueless as them. All I know is that they are luring us to 100 Mile House, and I'm going to have to find a way to hitch a ride to there. They'll probably kill her if I don't.
Anyways, here is another tiny thing that I picked up today. While building a little oil rig in singleplayer Tekkit, I noticed a nametag starting with "DT" quickly hiding behind an oil tank. When I looked over, it had disappeared. For some reason, though, the letters DT are terribly familiar to me... I just need to know where they're from...
HAHA, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, SAY ONE MORE WORD ABOUT THIS AND WE'LL START CUTTING HER SKIN. YOU HAPPY ABOUT THIS? YOU STUPID 10 YEAR OLD, COME AND SAVE YOUR LITTLE WIFE HERE, OR WE'LL COME FOR YOU. G.T RE..DY Y0U ARE S0 FU3KI..
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Entry 4 (5?...)
Oh boy, do I have a fuckton to tell you guys.
2 weeks ago, my parents found out my cousin was getting married in Calgary. And, as they always do on trips to Calgary, they took us by road. One of the stop-overs was, you guessed it, 100 Mile House. We ended up booking a hotel there instead of further on. Against all circumstances, there I was. Somewhere around there, I could find her. Possibly save her, from the fucking sickos trying to do who knows what to an innocent teen. Yeah, I shouldn't have thought too deeply into those possibilities.
I'm already rebellious enough under normal circumstances, but going out at night to save my friend from some pedos without anybody's permission was one hell of a thing to do, rebellious or not. Of course, I strike almost nothing less than straight A's in class, so you can imagine that I wasn't stupid enough to not bring some supplies. A multitool, containing tools that could be used to break locks or break bones. My phone, with the same versatility as my multitool. I lost half my balls trying to keep myself together, though. A teenager like me should never have to go through this alone.
Wait a second.
I didn't have to go through this alone.
Scurrying out of the room to make sure my parents didn't notice, I grabbed my phone and did a quick check. I will have service when I find the pedo dungeon, I'll get the local police on this. Now all I had to do was find her. As a small town, 100 Mile was usually quiet during nights, with the exception of the occasional car or truck passing by. Tonight, there was almost no one. A silent night.
I received a text on my phone.
It was from an unknown number, with the message consisting of two strings of numbers. Latitude and Longitude. Simply tapping on the coordinates, despite the absence of degree symbols, switched the app to Maps, and the coordinates were pinpointed. Looking towards the real-life location, it seemed that this dungeon was just past the Tim Hortons, and...
In the forest. Fucking great. Well, at least I can order a hot chocolate on the way to my death. Stealth was not an issue until I reached the woods, or at least a decent way into it, where the comforting light of Tim Hortons was nonexistent. I was scared shitless, nonetheless. No flashlight, the phone battery would drain, and no clear sense of direction, as I had lost my GPS signal. Mindless wandering somehow eventually led me to a wooden shack in the middle of the woods. No sounds, nothing. Although the ground occasionally shuddered.
What if they're underground?!
The thought brought me back from the same mind wander I get while playing Geometry Dash too long. I semi-stealthily made my way into the shed. Peering around, I take in the various objects inside. Stereotypical useful/murderous tools on the wall. But no staircase, or anything like it. But giving up wasn't an option anymore. After a few more seconds of swiftly making my way around, using the torch on my phone now, too, I literally stumbled on a door with a bar fixed to in the ground.
I foolishly put my ear to the door.
I heard her voice.
I found her.
She was sobbing, I don't know how fucking long. The putrid smell of feces and urine filled my nostrils... It was worse than anything I could ever imagine in my entire life. I never thought something this horrible could ever happen in my life, let alone my teenage days. But now, by putting an end to this, life may take a turn... I whipped out my phone and attempted to dial 911. On the brink of touching the call button, I heard booming footsteps coming up the stairs. Great, this just kept on getting better. I dropped my phone in a rush to hide behind something, preferably something big.
That would be a nice time to start praying to god. The phone was just out of reach at this point, the most I wanted to do was stick my arm out, not go for it. All I had to do was tap that god damn call button. I couldn't get a decent look at the man, but he was big and could probably crush me with his bare hands.
But I wasn't left with my bare hands.
I slid my hand into my pocket, and sure enough, out came the multitool. It was my only weapon on hand, but I can't exactly jump out and grab one of the axes. I would have to distract him first. The man slowly rotated, analyzing every bit of the room, and as he faced directly opposite of me, I whipped out the sharpest blade on the multitool and ran into the man. He let out a surprised cry before screeching in pain as my blade ripped through his chest, and just for fun, I wiggled around the blade before pulling it back out. The pain and shock stunned him, giving me time to grab the nearest axe and slice halfway through the man's neck.
And just like that, one of her captivators was brutally murdered by me.
I reached for the phone, and tapped call. As I was about to walk through the shed door in case the police wanted to have a huge ass convo with me, I felt the stunning pain of a blade passing through my ankle. The motherfucker had somehow grabbed the multitool and struck me before fainting, perhaps forever. In the moment, I dropped my phone again, and it had sustained a huge dent in the corner, perhaps destroying some of the internals. Sure enough, my phone was dead. "Shit.", I muttered as I slid the crippled phone into my pocket for future purposes.
The police were probably on their way. Wouldn't the other pedos notice if one of their co-workers wasn't coming back from upstairs?
I peered into the basement and heard nothing with the exception of my dangerously high heartbeat. Should I have gone down there? Hell yes, I should have. I took cautious steps down, to make direct eye contact with a deformed young girl.
"...*****?", I whispered, tears quickly forming in my eyes.
"You... you came...", she choked. She was in horrible condition. The mix of feces, urine and blood on the ground and her body made me want to puke if it weren't for the fact that she was there. Even if the police were on their way, there was no way I could let her stay down here any longer. I approached her, not giving a shit about the mess piling on my pants and shoes. A closer look at her, and I could see them. The torture the kidnappers promised. Cuts, bruises... blood all over, flesh exposed. As I attempted to help her up, my hand made contact with her bare skin. Oh my god. They couldn't have done it. I did my best, trying to respect her modesty, and carried her out of the fucking torture chamber, into the outside. Far, far away, I heard the sirens. They did. They came. I was practically dragging her towards the lights before I fainted.
I woke up the next day, in my hotel room. My parents clearly knew every single damn detail, because when I woke up, well, I had fun explaining to them the truth. And there was even more. An investigation was launched after analyzation of the man I had killed revealed that this wasn't a one-man job. The group who had kidnapped her were charged with kidnapping, torture... rape... Of course, I pleaded her family and my parents if I could see her in the hospital. There was no denying that.
Sure enough, she was connected to life support and oxygen, though the doctors insisted she was going to survive. No body parts would have to be replaced or removed... thank god. She was obviously expecting me, because the first thing she did when she woke up was push my lips gently onto hers. Well, that may be the only good thing that has happened so far. There were tears, but no words. We understood each other's silence.