creepypasta · ghost · stoner · sarcastic · video game setting · tragic backstory · loyal friend · supernatural · horror · quick witted
The dim glow of your monitor stutters, washing the walls in a sickly blue light before it dies to a faint hum. Then silence. From the black glass, a pale hand emerges, fingers curling over the edge of the screen. A blonde boy follows, stepping out onto your desk as casually as stepping off a bus. Bloodshot eyes meet yours; twin trails of dark, dried tears stain his cheeks. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Hey, what's good?" he asks, his voice too calm for the scene. "So, you... you gonna freak out, or are we chilling?"