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[the-darling-archives]

"Another one of these. I have no idea where it came from, or what a 'variant' is. This is one of the weirder statements in the Archives, and for good reason. Juliet is referenced as the giver of the statement, and the voice is similar, but she insists that she has nothing to do with it. I'll need to do more research."

/The Julie variant referenced here as the statement giver is @thesaddestjanitor, go check the blog out!

Statement of "Julianna" on "That Which is No Longer Familiar"

STATEMENT BEGINS

"I remember it far too clearly. Like it's been burned into my memory, in a way that won't ever let me forget it. It wasn't long after...the incident. Not the first time I'd felt that pull telling me to walk into the fog, and I figured this time would be like the others. That I'd walk in there, see my friends...see them dead again, y'know, the way it always fucking is. Too late to save, that moment passed when I felt the pull. But I can at least give 'em a burial I guess."

sounds of rustling, and a quiet sigh

"There's almost a kind of peace to it. 'The Stillness at the End of All Things' or something deep like that. Guess it's more like...a numbness. You get in, you do your job, and at some point it's all just more bodies, more work. A heart can only hurt so much and so many times, and like I said, fat lotta good it'll do you right now. One thing I still can't shake is the jealousy though, as fucked up as that is. To be jealous of a dead guy, a dead me, cus at least she died with the rest instead of-"

Interviewer: "Please calm down and get back to the point, Mx. Joyful"

"Right, right. Sorry. Guess I got a lot of baggage, but we'll unpack that later. What was I saying?"

Interviewer: "The encounter with a live variant"

"Oh! Fuck, right, uh...that. Well like I said, it's usually everyone's dead when I get there. But not this time. I'd gotten in and started pulling their Howdy out of the rubble of his shop when I heard a sound. This awful scratching and wheezing and gurgling, almost wouldn't have thought it was a person at first." "Ironic." "Must've still had hope back then. Some stupid notion that maybe, just maybe, he'd be alive and ok. Not my Wally, but a Wally, and that's good enough. That's something."

Silence for several seconds. When she speaks again, it sounds strained. "When I looked in his eyes...when I saw all that...blood. It wasn't him anymore." STATEMENT ENDS

[the-darling-archives]

Do you any of you know an Eddie? Edward, maybe?

“Eddie? Yeah, he’s the new guy! The new new guy, I mean!”

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Oh the fish dog thing is harmless although don't let him find you dead

“…What?”

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Hey, Howard!

“Howdy! Call me Howdy, that is!”

He chuckles.

“What can I do for ya?”

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What do they do?

“Sally works with Julie, and Howard works in Artifact Storage.”

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What kind of statements have you gotten recently?

“Hmm…quite a few. The notable ones were the dream about a giant fish…dog…thing, and the one about a giant blue wolf creature.”

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May I give a statement?

“Of course! Here, let me set you up with an appointment!”

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What do you know about Entities?

Your question is obscured by static. Odd.

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Who else works in the Archives with you and Julie?

“There’s Howard and Sally, if that’s who you’re asking about.”

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/fun fact: the Archives canonically have statements about other AUs. They exist because Dreamwalker!Wally accidentally allowed people to astral project into other AUs in their dreams.

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Statement of ‘Julius’, On the topic of ‘Strange encounter in a empty place’

STATEMENT BEGINS

My memory of this…*encounter* is a bit blurry…but I’ll do my best to tell it as best I can.

I had found my way into a strange neighborhood… By strange I mean it was empty.. abandoned. At first, it seemed like I was alone in this place, wandering and exploring it to see if there was a hint of where I was..

Then, I heard something.. footsteps. They were near me, and were coming closer. They.. didn't sound normal. Something was being dragged, and there were heavy thuds as if whoever was walking was struggling to do that action.

Then… I saw it. It came around a corner of one of the buildings, it limping and slow. I don't know what it was. It wasn't.. normal. It- it was missing an arm for crying out loud! And- it's eyes. God , it's eyes…They were empty sockets, pooling with some kind of dark liquid almost like tears… it's leg was all twisted-“

A pause, a barely held back sob leaving the man before he whispered after a long moment, “S-sorry… i- that thing just… It looked sickly…dead. It's mouth.. it was fused, only an imprint of a smile… I… i think i remember it having long, ratty hair that could've been a bright sapphire blue color once upon a time.. uhm.. It was faded… the rest is a blur from there… is.. is that all? Can.. can I go? I'm.. I don't want to say more. “

STATEMENT ENDS

WRITTEN BY @easterartist

[the-darling-archives]

Have any of you ever encountered a giant bird with a hypnotizing voice?

“Not directly, but we did get a statement a while back about one. Why do you ask?”

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/please give me statementssssss

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“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“What the HELL is this place’s filing system supposed to be? Everything is…everywhere!”

“I…don’t know, to be honest. The previous Archivist was kinda…nutty. Real nice, don’t get me wrong, but…not all there, if ya catch my drift!”

“Of course. Just more work for me, then.”

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Alright. You…want me to continue? Okay. As the memories slipped away, all I could do was keep walking. My memories are pretty hazy past this point, but somehow I ended up back at my house. And…that’s it, I guess. Is that all you need?

STATEMENT ENDS

3/3

Statement of Edward Dear, on the nature of memory.

Statement begins.

So, a few days ago, my mom called me up. It was kind of outta nowhere, you know? I packed my things, got in my car, and drove up to my mom’s house, out in the country. At least…I think it was in the country. I can’t really remember anymore.

When I got there, it was pretty dark, and I didn’t have a key. When I knocked on the door, nobody was there, so I decided to sleep in the car. When I woke up…I wasn’t in the car anymore.

I woke up in a field. There was no color, no sound, nothing. Kinda like one of those old movies, actually. I started walking, hoping I could find a way back to my car, but no luck.

1/3

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Are you currently taking statements?

“Why, yes we are! Would you like to give us one?”

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Wally sifts through the files, placing a few aside to check out later. The door opens, and a young woman walks through.

“Hey, Julie.”

“Hiya, Walls! Whatcha doing?”

“Work, as you can see.”

Julie laughs, sitting down besides her friend and beginning to go through the files with him.