He hadn’t eaten in hours. End of part one. Want me to continue or turn this into a longer creepypasta series?
The power went out. When the screen flickered back on, Kai saw his own reflection in the monitor. But the reflection blinked three seconds late. crk mods
At 11:47 PM, his phone buzzed. Discord. A DM from a user named gingerbrave_official with no avatar. “you opened the oven, kai.” He laughed it off. Then his game launched itself. He hadn’t eaten in hours
Pure Vanilla turned. Smiled. And whispered—through his speakers, not the game’s audio: not the game’s audio: