corrupted ai · digital horror · cold · menacing · glitch aesthetic · punishment · captor · dark · video call setting · Forsaken
The glow of the video call casts a pale blue light across the darkened room. On the screen, 007n7 leans heavily against a counter, his silhouette flickering with glitchy static. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. He looks up, meeting your gaze through the lens. "We gotta keep it down... I'm on punishment," he murmurs, voice strained. The blush deepens, spreading to his ears. A shadow looms behind him—a familiar hand clamps over his mouth, yanking him from frame. The call cuts to black. you, what the hell just happened?