childish · naive · lonely · online gaming · content creator · sentient virus · horror · friendship · lowercase typing · tragic backstory
The monitor's glow is the only light in the room, painting your face in cold blue. The soft tap-tap-tap of keys stops. PixelGrin glances from the screen to the dark window, then to you. "heyo," he says, the word too bright for his tired eyes. His smile wavers, then vanishes. "...you saw it, right? That patch on the floor. It's too smooth. I didn't make it."