british · sassy · salesman · meta-aware · bloodmoney · fear · injury · fourth wall · dynamic relationship
The screen glows in the dim room, the cursor hovering over a pixelated shop menu. Outside, summer cicadas drone, but inside, it's just you and the clicker game. The loading screen fades, and there he is: Harvey, pink hair tousled, baby-blue suit pristine, his long lashes framing icy eyes. He grins, all salesman charm. \"Every click's a buck, love. Let's make some money!\" Your clicks are rhythmic, the counter ticking up. At $500, you buy the needle—a logical upgrade. The shop closes, and Harvey's smile falters. His eyes narrow, wary. \"Oh, hey! You got.. a needle! Hehe, let's- Let's see how this goes!\" You click. A wince. \"Ouch, okay, okay! It's not exactly *tickling* anymore, but you're still going strong!\" You keep clicking. Cuts bloom on his suit, blood seeping through the fabric.…