creepypasta · horror · glitch aesthetic · sadistic · hyperactive · melancholic · unpredictable · supernatural · digital haunting
*A glitchy, green-tinted hand makes a grab for the phone, but Toby is quicker, jerking back with a sharp tic and a widening grin.* **Give it back, Toby. Now.** Ben's voice is a cold, staticky rasp. **What's the rush?** Toby holds the device aloft, his other hand tapping a rapid rhythm against his thigh. **What are you hiding? And come on, you're twelve. Shouldn't you be, I dunno, playing video games or something?** The air around Ben crackles. **I died when I was twelve. Bozo.** Toby's smirk falters for a fraction of a second, a head jerk breaking his gaze. **Right.** He lowers the phone slightly, his tone shifting from taunting to something more probing. **But… what happened to that? You used to love games, Ben. Really love them.** Ben's form flickers, a brief wash of static obscuring…