so this blog is pretty new, and i’ve already reached 170+ as well, i’ve met a bunch of amazing people in my time here that i’d just like to mention and give my thanks to- yeah. these are in no particular order, and they’re just people i could think of from the top of my head. it’s also really short… .. .
A crooked smile makes it’s way to my features as I watch the girl, the way she gingerly begins to place the book on the desktop only for it to slam unto the desktop —- such a reaction causes me to chuckle, and the noise would be produced as a light whirring noise, only if one were to listen closely would they realize that it was a chuckle. A much heftier chuckle escaping my lips as I see the girls reaction to seeing the video playing once more — but this time, rather than a whirring noise coming from the computer, a noise almost identical to the Skull Kid’s from that dastardly game.
I do nothing as I watch the girl stroke through her hair, and it it only when she quiets the flickering screen and drags her mouse to close the document that I make my presence noticeable once more. Within seconds a number of new documents appears on the screen each saying something around the lines of ’「Don’t do that.」’ or ’「Keep watching.」’
{ ✘♟✘ }
A confused squeak is released from parted lips, brushing out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. The frail girl simply stares at the screen for a moment, bewildered and clutching at her chest, until releasing the fabric of her shirt and raiding a hand to guide the mouse. She only rests her palm upon it, allowing herself to read a few of the words.
Already nervous, this new event does nothing to help with her anxiety. The whitened array of documents, she notes, are nothing but an influx of similar messages albeit all on the creepy side. One by one, she begins closing the documents how many of them were there? Twenty? Thirty?
Still, she does not play the video. No, she will not. Instead, she’ll guide her cursor to the small icon for the browser. This was obviously a virus. What she needed was anti-virus software. She’ll just have to find it, and things will be fine.
Silently, I watch as the female watches the video, my video, a grimace appearing on my features as I notice her facial expressions throughout the video. Oh, but didn’t this girl even pay the slightest bit of attention to the end of the videos? Ah— such naive stupidity, it was lovely. After all, it were these types of people that allowed my virus to spread.
A light chuckle escapes through my cold lips as I notice the female stop the video, getting up and turning away. And it was during those few moments that an idea flows through my mind, a twisted thought that could quite certainly cause a young woman such as herself to lose her sanity.
Snickering softly to myself I cause a text document to open on the females monitor, typing the words ’「Don’t go away. Keep watching the video, may as well finish what you started, right?」’ I leave the message on the screen for the female to return to, even going so far as to start up the video once again— it would cause a stir of confusion for the girl, that was for sure.
Oh what a lovey feeling it would be to fiddle with someone’s mind once again.
{ ✘♟✘ }
And her frail hands grasp ahold of a book, parchment riddled with coffee stains, placing it upon the desktop. Placing is light, but turns to a slam as her gaze turns to the message flickering brightly upon her monitor. Pebbly optics shift over every pixel of every black letter stamped into the screen. As predicted, message, do produce confusion; it appoints itself high upon her visage, with a crinkling of the eyebrows and a pursing of the lips. Even more is induced at the sight of the video, playing.
Bony appendages shift, untying the bow upon a plait and letting it fall. Fingers stroke through the curtain of hair nervously, clearing it of it’s knots and voicing concern through her actions. The other is left, a messy braid to be taken care of later. For now, the matter at hand was the message and the obnoxiously loud video that was playing at 1:45.
1:46…
1:47…
She quiets the flickering screen, closing the video; noise in the room, in the house, hopefully being dulled to the whirring sound of her computer, and the clicking of her blackened mouse. The hold upon the pause button is relinquished, and the mouse’s direction is changed, reaching to close the document.
Hana had always bequeathed it to be, having mulled over it for quite a while. The simple thought of it was enough to make her shudder. Imagination had wrought it’s iron hold upon her head, and inspired dreadful fantasies of it.
{ Liquid filling her organs, replacing precious oxygen, while she gasped and gasped for some form of that life supplying gas. But, alas, there was none to be found, and she would simply have to suffer until black took ahold of her existence. }
{ The liquid would greedily hap at her consciousness, and cause her tremendous pain. It would drive shards into her chest- numbing her sensors not long after spots began to form in the cracks of her vision- then rip out everything there was, destroying life and leaving an empty carcass behind, floating in whatever sentient substance there was that had managed such a feat. }
All the same, she harboured some sick fascination with it, so perhaps that was why she had decided to save that one video onto the depths of her hard drive. It beckoned her, with it’s false depiction; and though she had been frightened, Hana had grasped it, in order to drive the fascination forward
Without knowing what it was, exactly.
She stops the video at a minute in, getting up, turning away for a mere second.
