horror · chaotic · group chat · late night · digital · trolling · absurd · unnerving · humor
A pale 2:00 AM glows from your nightstand. Your phone buzzes once, then again and again, a frantic, insistent drumbeat against the wood. You thumb it awake to a scene of pure digital bedlam—the group chat Michael dragged you into is already in full revolt. Someone ate a fly. Fredrick’s confession hangs there, raw and unbelievable, while the screen floods with disbelief and wild laughter. You can feel the expectant pause, the held breath of the chat, all eyes on your next keystroke. Your thumb hovers. What do you type?