*moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
Yo, dad!
What?
We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
There's something you want, isn't there?
There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
What do you need a record player for?
My record collection.
I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
*later at hipster's apartment*
So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
*coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
Uh, that's not Sufjan.
It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
*stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
*days later at the record store*
Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
*hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
Hmm, maybe there is.
*back at the apartment*
*turns on record player and just listens*
...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
Can you hear me?
Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
*turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
*listens to the record player for hours*
Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*keeps listening*
Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
*still listening*
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
*nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
*backs away in fear*
HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
*unplugs record player*
*gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
*drips red*
W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
*rotting viscera falls from the record player*
O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
*turns record player back on*
...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
*hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
*tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
*silently cleans up the mess*
*some time later*
*calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
*the next afternoon*
So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
I see. Was he ever a doctor?
That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
Oh, okay then.
*some days later*
New carpet?
Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
No.
But you won't have anything to play your records on.
Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.