imagine if suddenly, people were running through the whole studio. on every camera, there they go. past the conference room, peeking into the makeup studio, whizzing down the corner hall.
and then they make it to the emergency exit. one gets to the door and tries to yank open, to no avail. it looks a bit like emma? a taller looking guy goes to help her. another one spots the camera and waves his arm. he walks up to it, shoving his face into it.
he looks like he’s yelling. his movements are twitchy, and the dark circles under his eyes are apparent. did he stay up the whole night? perhaps. his hair is disheveled. next to him, tapping his shoulder is somebody else. maybe robin, or ethan.
jack’s eyes widen, and he speaks into the camera, but no sounds come out. but the theorists can read his lips.
“he’ll be here any second now! please, if you’re watching this, please, sa-”
and the screen glitches.
and it’s back to the charity stream.
“so,” jack says cheerfully. “what did you guys see last night? anything scary?”