at 12pm sharp at night , you stood up and yawned, stumbling over you’re own feet as you stumbled to you’re computer and hauled down onto the chair, opening you’re notes app to write some important information on a hjjacker named Ben drowned, whom was murdered by a cult and soon came back to life with desperation and anger. He died at 12 exactly, but came back to life as a merciless murder whom hacks people and puts pop ups all over their screens. you didn’t know it yet, but you were his next victim and he planned on giving you the worst experience overall for the fun of it. as you typed with calculated movements you’re fingers flying over the keyboard you’re gaze flew to a pop up that had suddenly appeared on the side of you’re screen, highlighted in red with big red bold words. Indicating either a hack — or Ben drowned because as you knew he’d usually either highlight it or just make it seem like a virus. Which he practically was at this point the pop up was a creepy corrupted — you shouldn’t have done that. than a glitched desktop wallpaper of a sad Link statue appeared suddenly and you’re screen was switched to a browser redirect to a hacked super realistic game screen.

some pop up’s re showed up — covering to inches of you’re screen. One one the left of you’re screen and the other to the left — one reading in red bold letters that were slightly italic. BEN is watching you. You_shouldnt_have_done_that_

with deliberate intention, the words highlighted in a bright red that coveted the screen seemingly representing dripping blood.

you clicked off them with deliberate movements, before suddenly you’re mouse cursor disappeared and you were unable to move it, you’re keyboard locking and stopped working on its own. you’re speakers suddenly turned on — The haunting low-pitched laugh or the backward Song of Healing plays from your speakers. Making you freeze and glance up at your speakers, you’re heart dropping ever so slightly. You yanked the wire for the plug of the speaker to mute the speakers permanently, you’re heart beating in your chest as you exhaled shakily, trying not to hint fear.

you shut the monitor off — waiting a couple seconds before reopening it. The browser of the semi realistic game automatically popping up — forcing you into the game. You clicked ctrl , shift , backspace and you briefly exited the game, giving you time to click off the game and try opening a web blocker — Ben cut it off showing his face in a pop up highlighted in red and laughing at you, the blood from his eyes smearing like it was “mascara” or thats what some say.

he locked his eyes onto you, puckering his lips out and motioning with his hands a sexual movement to mock you or it was just to be a pest, you’d never know with this guy. He stuck his tongue out at you and closed the pop up of him with your own mouse cursor — when you hadn’t even made a move to use it again. It locked again— leaving you vulnerable and unable to find any web blockers or something to block the access of Ben.