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  • Top of the Morning to ya Laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye.

  • and welcome back to Detention

  • So we ended up outside this time. Well I don't know if we are actually outside,

  • it kinda looks like we're outside

  • The last thing we did, I kinda went back into a flashback

  • with my parents fighting and all this kind of stuff.

  • So I don't know whats going on. Hello dudes!

  • I can't fucking do anything with these guys.

  • Two figures are carved on the door.

  • These are supposed to be guardians, but they look more like the HeiBai Wuchang.

  • ... Their hands look like they should be holding something, what could they be missing?

  • okay, so I need some sort of spears or something. Yah these guys, the HeiBai Wuchang

  • Their black and white permanence.

  • Okay so let's, okay that doesn't tell me anything,let's mosey

  • its been a while since I recorded it, sorry,

  • Like Resident Evil VII came out and took presidency over other things,

  • 'cause I just really wanted to play that.

  • The door is completely blocked, *reading in normal voice*

  • Oh I should be doing the voice,

  • This should be the puppetry club's work shop. *in feminine voice*

  • Like little doll heads everywhere, what is this?

  • *in feminine voice* There's a note on the cart

  • Illustration: lantern specter, oh god there's a new one.

  • An illustration of the lantern specter.

  • If you chance upon a lantern spirit, avert your gaze and stand unmoving

  • when it comes near, still your breath but do not panic and it will keep on moving

  • okay, so the same as before... but this time we actually have to look away from them

  • *Reading in feminine voice* A puppet theater on a hand drawn cart

  • During summer break the boys in class would use this as their "battle tank."

  • Unfortunately they quickly broke the wheels

  • Fucking boys!

  • Boys and their toys messing shit around

  • eww

  • Are these real things?

  • *Reading in feminine voice* The glass beakers here are from our biology lab

  • They are each holding puppets inside

  • okay

  • maybe not real maybe just puppets

  • This place is fucking freaky

  • I don't like this

  • uuh they're all moving

  • *Feminine voice* A large mass of puppets hanging from the ceiling..

  • okay, an incinerator

  • *Feminine voice* A brick furnace...

  • I remember back then, mom said she burned spirit money to bless our health and good fortune.

  • I always thought of it as closer to dealing with the devil

  • Okay I thought this was something different

  • Right, so I have to find money to burn in this?

  • Alright-y

  • Ahh that's weird how they all just move as you walk pass them

  • it's cool though

  • Up or down?

  • Or that way >_>

  • I probably should ...

  • That music usually means that bad things are happening

  • this goes up to the roof, the gate's locked.

  • *Feminine voice* roots are growing out of the seems

  • The door is completely blocked

  • I'm gonna find a spirit here aren't I?

  • or maybe not ///:

  • A pungent mossy smell permeates ....

  • oh! Let's watch a movie! :D

  • Is it a Charlie Chaplin film?

  • *Feminine voice* The film in the media room is being projected from here.

  • Our military education class often played political propaganda.

  • The instructor always has a million things to say about whatever happens in the film.

  • Are there any other films I can play?

  • That's sad.

  • If all you get to watch are propaganda

  • *Feminine voice* There are various films on this rack

  • They seem to be all tangled together

  • Well untangle them and then we can watch tangled.

  • Ghostly spirit dudes- is this where the projector's actually .. shining

  • Yup... that's a lovely picture

  • That's a lovely movie can we change it-- nah, that's worse

  • Ne-next slide

  • What else you got?

  • This is the same one as before.

  • Incense sticks

  • Weird music... *Feminine voice* an unmarked grave, embedded in the middle of the room

  • Shouldn't be anything buried underneath

  • There are three unlit incense sticks here

  • Take incense.

  • I'm sorry I didn't mean to wreck your grave.

  • *Feminine voice* the grave of Wei Chung Ting?

  • NO WEI!

  • *chuckles* I mean, no, it's Wei, not no way

  • *Feminine voice* Oh right, Wei he already....

  • Is the legacy of the deceased always just a mere rock?

  • Pretty much, oh god, now it changed. And all this changed.

  • *Feminine voice* When did all this writing appear?

  • Snitcher, is this about an informer?

  • The slogan reads: "Patriotism demands of us a sustained sacrifice"

  • Okay, this the sam- this is different.

  • *Feminine Voice* The board's all moldy now.

  • The slogan reads: "Leave your death in the hands of others."

  • *high pitch voice* I'm not sure I like this.

  • That's the thing, with-with death, is that a lot of times your legacy is just a rock on the ground

  • Unless you try and do something....

  • Unless you try and do something while you're alive that would really make people remember you

  • Otherwise, it's just kinda like: "yeah. your legacy is kinda just memories and a rock on the ground-

  • *tall thing enters left part of screen* Ohh, oh, oh god. Other way. Other way.

  • Don't stay still!

  • Okay, hold my breath now

  • ooo, I don't like it

  • Go away please

  • I'm gonna run out of breath-y breath

  • oh-ookay, those guys suck

  • oh they're freaky, they're so tall.

  • I didn't like that... *nervous chuckle* oh-kay, moving .. down again I guess

  • There's a door to the left down here that I didn't check when I was down here last time

  • The door is locked from the other side. This should lead to the atrium. oookay.

  • Let's get all the items we can first- oh god, why is it all flooded down here

  • Is that a person with a bag over their head?

  • *Feminine voice* A kneeling figure.. with a wooden token on it's back

  • Can't really tell who it is with a hood on its head

  • Wooden stocks and shackles.. a bit of dried blood on the edges

  • Here's another one

  • *Feminine voice* A kneeling figure.. there's some blood on its hood

  • Blood on the hood, man.

  • You kinda look like a save-place but..

  • *Feminine voice* I'd do as mom does, with incense in hand.

  • Ignoring the kinds of prayers she'd prefer

  • I ask the gods only for a way to live as myself

  • When did we light the incense?

  • *Feminine voice* What was that sound? Awh shit.

  • One of them gotten out didn't it?

  • *Quiet voice* ooo, hi.

  • *Feminine voice* The prison gate is open. The wood token on the statue's back is loose

  • Ah, is the thing I put in the dude's hand- cause it looks kinda like a sword

  • I was gonna say they need swords or spears or something like that

  • *Feminine voice*This cell's empty. . . smells like rotting plants

  • What kind of criminals do they lock up here?

  • Bad ones, Ray, super bad.

  • Ooh, a little box! Spirit money, okay so lets go back to the ...

  • to the inferno!

  • *glitch appears on screen*

  • Nooooo, don't.

  • Ah, jesus christ. *get ready for anti in a sec folks*

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  • I don't like this, thanks!

  • Stay there. Stay there. Good boy, thank you, stay there.

  • I'm just gonna leave those guys, um.

  • Shit, where did I find the furnace, was it in here .. at the end of the hallway?

  • It wa- yea, it was.

  • Time to burn me some spirit money.

  • I mean it's no use to me anyway- anyway what am I gonna buy spirit groceries?

  • *Feminine voice* O otherworldly spirits, I offer this spirit money to ask for your protection...

  • Some nice animations on those things, oh, I got a feather duster

  • *Feminine voice* The furnace's suddenly gone cold, is something in there?

  • How can this be? It should have been reduced to ashes if it was inside

  • That's not something I put in the dude's hand as well, is it?

  • ohh shit.

  • Who's doing that?

  • Oh god no- what the fuck?!

  • What?! (I don't know, man)

  • o..kay.

  • That-that's cool I guess, am I dead?

  • So I don't know what happens when you die in this game, ooo hi.

  • *Creepy voice* These human-like objects, are filled with evil over time.

  • Deal with them as with the lingered.

  • Okay?

  • Is that all? Thanks, creepy old lady. *nervous giggle*

  • So, deal with them as you deal with the lingered, so, hold your breath.

  • Foul thoughts gather and accumulate-- oh no, foul thoughts accumulate ...

  • They begin to twist into a monstrous storm

  • I wanted to sound all cool doing that but I fucked it up!

  • Ahh, I get it.

  • They-these human fingers as you would with the lingered(?)

  • But I'm gonna run out of breath

  • Ah, thank jesus.*relieved giggle*

  • Fucking puppets man, don't you hate when they just grab you

  • Umm... okay, I got some shit and I'm gonna go back and see if .. I can put any of these in the dude's hands

  • So I don't think the feather duster goes in the other guy's hand but ..

  • We'll see what happen

  • Mean maybe it does

  • Woosh

  • This doesn't seem to fit in it's hand, yea it fits in his hand

  • Text: Hei Wuchang is holding the token.

  • Ah ... okay then.

  • *Feminine voice* A chill air drifts inward

  • *sound of disapproval*

  • This is not good, this is creepy. This is cool. *chuckle*

  • Who are you? *feminine voice* a copper statue of the president ...

  • It can be seen from almost anywhere in the school- except the other side of this building or that building

  • *chuckles*

  • This game has a lot of atmosphere, I really like it

  • Like, the sound effects in the background are really cool

  • ehh sounds like a creepy crawly- oh, the phone.

  • *Feminine voice* isn't this the phone from the principal's office. (yes).

  • Can I- can I call anybody?

  • ah.

  • Okay, I need to a number to call- I don't know the number to call

  • *Feminine voice* There's something important on the bookshelves...

  • There's nothing important on the bookshelves

  • If I could read, it'd be great. *Feminine voice* this cabinet looks familiar... there's a key inside.

  • Roof Key.

  • Okie dokie. The windows are covered in protective talismens

  • Okay, okay, turn away. Turn away and wait for him to get close.

  • And then... hold your breath!

  • Na uh. Not today ye big Ol' freaky bastard ye.

  • Keep on strolling with your lamp, we don't want any.

  • I'm outie, see ya later. Bye!

  • Hate those dudes.

  • Cause they're the ones who like .. hang down over you and then wait for ages

  • and then you're like: "oh god, my breath gonna run out."

  • Oh, there's a door .. this side of the screen. Wait, what room is this?

  • The music room, there's a piano inside.

  • It will probably last- was last used during freshman course competition

  • CON-petition?

  • Oh god, what is that?

  • It's like a little doll thing. *Feminine voice* in the middle of the room hangs a bird cage.

  • A puppet likes locked inside .. it's got a hood on, I've never seen this style before

  • Okay, cool.Of course it doesn't do anything it's a fucking roof key ... I don't even know why I even tried to use it

  • Okay.

  • So no, no, sharps or minors or anything like that

  • Not minors, I don't know what I'm saying- I don't play keyboard, I had to learn piano

  • My keyboard, um, in college-- when I was in the college the first time for music stuff

  • And like, I had no interest in learning the keyboard or piano or anything like that, but I had to learn it for

  • a music theory class and I hated it- I was terrible at it. *Feminine voice* we have a music class scheduled ...

  • every semester. It's mostly used as a testing center though.

  • Cause I had to learn like- cause I was a drummer *Josh Dun who?* and all I wanted to do was play drums.

  • And learn the theory for that, but I didn't wanna learn like cord progressions and circle of fifths.

  • And all those types of things, and I mean- it's a cool instrument I just- I did not have the patience for it.

  • *Feminine voice* The hallway light switch.

  • Very informative, Ray, thank you. ^-^

  • *Feminine voice* The broadcasting room, there are some playback devices inside

  • Maybe i'll hear a song- oh, god. It's a fucking tree full of faces

  • *Feminine voice* A tree's grown through the wall ... there are leaves all over the room.

  • Moss grows on the door and windows

  • We just not gonna talk about the faces then?

  • **Reads text** use to switch tracks, okay. A large 8-track player

  • It's usually used for school broadcasts.

  • The power's connected, do I need to stick a 8-track tape in? Okay.

  • *sings* "I need something else."

  • Oh, door's here.

  • Oooh, that's cool-looking.

  • That's awesome! Some of the imagery is awesome-looking

  • Kay, so I used the roof key to get here- ohhh.

  • Is that the key I just used on this? Shouldn't it disappear then if I don't need it anymore?

  • Okay let's go this way.

  • So we need a song, need something to be able to get that dummy out of the cage-thing

  • Isn't the just where I started? .. Oh god.

  • Ohhh god. *Feminine voice* a pair of mannequin hands...

  • Is it a set up for the puppet play?

  • This scene... is it trying to remind me of something?

  • Yea, your buddy, Wei.