#THE HISS

[toppermostpoppermost]

Fair warning: this is going to be weirder than usual.

CONTROL I Remedy Entertainment

[rubeau-art]

My final piece for the @fbczine!

Feels really good to be able to post it, and it was a joy working on this project and seeing how lovely and creative the Control community is!

[finnishtango]

who'll survive the blood red power play?

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

So we went to a place where you can paint your own pottery, and me, being ever predictable, made a Control bowl!! I'm so happy with how it turned out!!!!

[spartanjames-bootsfirst-art]

The Director, 6 years on.

Quiet in the House.

Simon dropped his Lewis gun, with it a weight he'd been carrying for years. The weapon clattered against the cold concrete. He doubled over, hands on his knees, propping his body up.

This was it. It should be it. One last push against the Hiss. Against the invaders. Every last person capable of still carrying a weapon from Security of the Rangers were here.

How long had it been? Five? Six years, at least.

But now it was about to be over. He watched as the Director approached the last Hiss.

It was wounded, babbling the same Dadaist nonsense they had since the lockdown started.

Just plastic,

So, safe and nothing to worry about.

Ha ha, funny.

The last egg breaks now.

It didn't try to fight, it didn't try to run.

It just stared at her from where it lay on the ground.

The Director raised her Service Weapon, its amorphous, geometric form finding its shape. She trained the barrel on the head of the Hiss. She paused.

Simon knew what she was doing. A final farewell to a person it once was. One she never had the opportunity to meet. It was her ritual, and rituals held power here.

Some of the assembled Security Officers and Rangers bowed their heads in silence with her. Others silently wept; in relief, in anger, in all of the emotions they’d held back these last few years.

Simon didn't bother with farewells. Not for them. Not anymore.

[eggos-esper]

The Director is dealing with a situation in the halls…

Happy 5th anniversary to Control! A gem of a game made by talented creatives

[proxentauri]

i cant be the only one whos gotten screwed over by the new location title text in the middle of a fight

[velvetjune]

“Under the conceptual reality behind this reality you must want these waves to drag you away.” — Hiss incantation (Control)

[riainwonderlandvp]

I have to remember: the Hiss. The Hiss is the enemy.

- Jesse Faden, Control

[thessray]

Here's a progress pic for the Control inspired piece I'm currently working on! I plan to have the finished piece up for the launch of Alan Wake 2. 

I switched over to using Clip Studio near the beginning of this project. Overall I really love it, but text editing is borderline impossible. Trying to figure out the background text for this has been a nightmare, but I'm excited for you guys to see it once it's done!

[a-finnish-janitor]

Emily walked across my keyboard in the middle of a fight, resulting in me pausing right as I got smacked by one of these dipshits.

[drinkingdrunk]

Control as Textposts Part 2

[refrigerated-conscience]

control is freaking me out of my mind again

how can a game with no actual horror be so. godamn. scary. the eery music. the sound effects. the red lighting and dark corridors man this game is something else. i love it.

it's also really pretty. here's some screenshots i've taken thus far

[finnishtango]

THE HISS

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

Thank You For Your Service (1205 words) by Lost_in_the_Woods_Somewhere Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Control (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jesse Faden & Zachariah Trench Characters: Jesse Faden, Zachariah Trench, Polaris (Control), The Hiss (Control) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Choking, Hurt No Comfort, this one went a little darker than I usually go…, Attempted Murder

Summary: There’s something outside his door. It’s getting closer, and the red mist clouding his brain is on edge. It’s not the red mist, it feels different, so very different, different in every conceivable way   What if Jesse arrived at Trench's office just a few minuets earlier…

Hello!!! I got inspired to write a 'what if Jesse met Trench at the beginning of the game' fic!!! It's darker and more violent than I usually go, (so let me know if I need to tag anything else!), but it was such an interesting thing to write and explore!!!