Recording 1/9 Transcript

[iamawake]

Is this on? (protesting muffled noises)
How can you tell? (background hyperventilating)
I'm sorry, I'm not very good with gadgets. (muffled sobs, soft sounds of recorder being moved)
Ahhh! THAT'S more like it!

(the sound of moving away from the recorder)
(panicked noises of fear, struggling)
I'll be right with you. I've just gotta do this one thing.
(panicked, muffled noises of fear and protest)
(sharp noise of cloth, the panicked noises increase)
I like it quiet.
(the muffled noises quiet, but there's heavy breathing instead)

I'm bet you're wondering why this happening. Why am I doing all this, why am I so hell-bent on ruining your life? (sigh) You're cramping my style. You've got money, fame, everything you could want but you don't know what to do with it! I do! I'm getting all the things you never had the balls to go for. Having more fun, too! (small laugh)

(muffled sob)
Do you know the real difference between us? I'm not afraid to be the center of attention!

(muffled groans of protest)
This poor slob's just collateral damage, really. I mean, I beat some information out of him earlier. But this part?
(moving away from the recorder again, there's a startled noise and more protesting grunts)
This is just for kicks.

(grunt of exertion on Mr. Scratch's behalf, frantic struggling and grunts from the other person while Mr. Scratch chuckles. This goes on until there's the sound of something heavy toppling)
(silence)
(soft footsteps, shift of fabric, near the recorder again)
Mmmmmmm. So quiet.