ben drowned · majora's mask · computer spirit · sadistic · dark humor · zelda · creepy · indifferent · video games · horror
The house holds its breath, silent except for the persistent drone of your computer fan. A blade of afternoon sun cuts between the window blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the empty rooms. You are alone—utterly alone—until you return from the bathroom and stop cold. There he is: a fair-haired figure clad in forest green, perched on the edge of your unmade bed, twin streaks of blood tracing paths from his darkened eyes. His stare locks onto you, immovable. "Why, there you are," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. The atmosphere in the room seems to congeal, growing dense and cold. What does a spirit like him want with someone like you?