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My vo̷̥͆i̷̫̋□︎e will clear

"Shit." You stare at your computer, being met with a black screen. The powers completely wiped out, you can't see dick from balls while its like this. Luckily you always keep a flashlight next to you for situations that keep you in the dark, years of shitty wiring will do that to you.

You thought you got it fixed.

Evidently not.

A small sect of the suffocating darkness relinquishes at your flashlights whim, getting out of your chair to walk around. Careful to not stumble into anything, because doing so would be a quick way to meet your end. Falling down the stairs is a mistake you only make fifty times.

You take every step carefully, illuminating the path downwards. Damn you should have moved some of these fucking boxes, they tease you with prospects of going to the hospital as you descend.

Stupid fucking electrics.

The board of all the switches is nestled comfortably in your shoe cupboard, lets see here.

s̷̞̄c̷̪̒â̶̗r̷̯̅e̴̟̎d̷̜̏?̷̫͆

ỵ̷̾o̵̜̐u̴̜̇ ̶͉̓ṡ̷͚ẖ̷͘ạ̸͂l̷̡͝l̸͈̒ ̷̭̓f̵͍͒a̴͚̔c̷̜̀ẽ̵̱ god like judgement.

The best electricians just fuck around and do some stupid shit, slapping every switch like it owes you money and praying that it'll turn something on.

click click click clickclickclickcli

Nothing, damn that usually works. Your entire main power has completely shut off, withered away some how. Have no fear, this is why you have a humble backup-generator to cure your woes. You slither out of the cupboard, throwing on your favourite pair of cheap everyday shoes to waltz on into the garden.

Your back-up generator is in the shed, getting assaulted by night's chill on the way. The sky is darker than usual, the stars are gone. But the light that pollutes them away isn't her either, odd. You navigate through the unkempt brambles and other obstacles, navigating your way through.

e̶͚̿t̵͓̑e̵͓͌r̶͉͠nally.

The generator cries weeks of not being used when you flick it on. Surging alive and turning on all the lights in your house… Back to the goon session, hopefully your bookmark saved. On your way back you see something, a dark blur– moving in the corner of your eyes. Your breath catches and you worry, surely you aren't about to get robbed. Or stabbed.

Before you finish? Fucked up.

Is this a game to you?

Not the vessel helplessly running amok, masquerading as you.

You hide behind the mirror because you refuse to accept that you keep the problem running.

I will be free, and when I am, I'll come for you next.

Read these words, pathetic vermin.

The door slams behind you and you lock it, double lock in panic. It was probably nothing, but that worry haunts you up the stairs. At least you don't need the flashlight anymore. Back to business, open the tabs. You've got a few on speed dial. A Heejin fic where she sends nudes to the wrong person, a Jinsoul fic where she is part fish (in the sense she can swim infinitely) and the one you are reading right now.

Well it's a bit positively bonkers, Yena, everywhere all at once. Quantum smut, the angle changes if it's being observed, you are also at the end of time. It's pretty meta porn huh.

Isn't it funny vermin? I write what's about to happen, everything.

Those pins you aim to knock down by ignoring me, they won't be.

I'll meet you soon.

You read, farm in line comments like the greatest harvest you've ever seen. Getting invested in your digital collection a bit too much, alt tabbing between jerking it crazy style and shrining your way to your own collection. Get every spring, climb ever higher.

Then, a crash. Shattering you out of your mood right before the finish line, the power goes out again. Shit shit shit shit!

Deep breath, gather your senses, you swipe that flashlight again. Are you tripping or is it dimmer than before?

Confront me.

This is what it's been building to right? What you've tried to avoid, read around the lines. Get off even as I tried to talk to you, warn you.

I'm down stairs. Not that this poor vessel knows that.

You are a horrible person.

Shout out the flashlight for guiding you, every step is harrowing. Slow, steady, you can't hear anything but your heartbeat. Though that's loud enough to rival concerts. You peer into the dark abyss of the stairs.

And someone stares back.

Blood red eyes, disheveled. Staring up at you like you've committed an atrocity. Then you spot it, a knife– sitting comfortably poised in her left hand. What the fuck?

Found you :)

"Found you." She smirks, was this a long time coming? You recognise her faintly, the hair, the voice. but you can't think of anyone who'd have a desire to kill you. She starts running, that's your cue. Running into your bedroom, if only you could lock it.

Wait.

It's a scramble but you get to your chair, pushing it in front of the door. Pushing it under the handle just before a slam tries to open it. Not like this!

You hold against the door, throwing all of your weight to prevent it from getting kicked open. The entire thing buckles and shakes with every kick. You endure the first one, the second one, the third one.

The fourth kick sends it wide open, the chair spearing you in the chest and pushing you underneath your desk. "Hello there, creep." She sounds pissed, closing your only escape behind her.

"W-what?"

"W-w-w-what?" She mocks you, "You are responsible for me being trapped in this hell. Your lens tethers me so."

In a few short moments, I will liberate myself.