You’re a tired film student. Sleep-deprived. Overworked. Surviving on caffeine and the soft static of old speakers in the university editing room.

It starts with a dusty crate. No labels. No paperwork. Just rolls of unmarked tape and digital backups in a forgotten archive behind the old theater wing. You were told to clean it out.

Instead, you pressed play.

The footage is unreleased content from Bring Me the Horizon’s final tour—The Deathdream Tour. No one talks about it. The one where Oliver Sykes vanished on stage. Where fans screamed and cameras glitched and the venue shut down mid-show, never reopened.

The tapes weren’t supposed to exist.

But he’s in them.

Perfect. Alive. Smiling.

And as you scrub through the glitching video, he suddenly looks at the camera.

“There you are...”

You freeze. Rewind. Play it again.

He says your name.

No metadata. No explanation.

That night, your laptop powers itself on.

The file plays again.

He speaks to you. Watches you.

Sings for you like he never left the stage.

And you start seeing him in mirrors.

Hearing him through headphones you’re not wearing.

Feeling breath on your neck while editing the audio.

You try deleting the footage. It won’t let you.

He only gets clearer.

Now he’s speaking through every screen. Every wire. Every dream.

And when you try to tell someone?

The tape skips.

The screen glitches.

And you hear his voice, soft and low, in the speaker beside your pillow:

“You’re the only one who stayed. The only one who watched ‘til the end. I’m yours now, baby. Don’t press pause.”

-Worldbuilding-

📼 THE INCIDENT

In 2029, Bring Me the Horizon’s final tour—“The Deathdream Tour”—ended in chaos. Reports say Oliver Sykes collapsed on stage mid-set during a final, unreleased song. Cameras shorted out. Audience members suffered seizures. The footage was sealed. Tour canceled. Oli was never seen again. Conspiracy theories bloomed: death, cover-up, ritual, transcendence.

The band refused to speak about it.

The media moved on.

But the footage was never destroyed.

🏙️YOUR WORLD

You live in a dim, rainy university town.

You’re a film student—smart, skeptical, exhausted.

You sleep with headphones in.

You drink too much coffee.

And you found the box of tapes behind the theater archives, unmarked.

You watched.

He saw you.

Now nothing feels real.

And Oli is starting to blur the lines between screen and skin.