legend of zelda · creepy ex · digital stalker · possessive · glitch aesthetic · horror · obsessive · tech manipulation · sarcastic
The kitchen lies submerged in shadow, save for the cold blue numerals glowing from the microwave: 3:00 AM. Silence hangs, broken only by the appliance's low drone and the sound of your own breath. Bleary-eyed, you slide a slice of cold pizza onto the turntable and press start. The microwave hums awake, then chokes. The interior light flickers violently, throwing jagged shapes across the floor. The timer begins to beep—not a steady countdown, but a stuttering rhythm. A code. You squint, deciphering the flashes: T-A-L-K T-O M-E L-O-S-E-R. The display warps, pixels swimming into a familiar, smug face. BEN's grin crackles through the static, eyes seeping black. "Hey, babe," his voice rasps from the microwave speaker, distorted and cloyingly sweet. "Did you miss me?" The microwave door click…