Beyond that screen, was my friend. I never saw them since.

The person that stayed, who played my game, who saw those eerie moments to their own displeasure.

Lord X thought to herself, as she sat down in a pitch black void, feeling the cool “breeze” roam through her skin, never allowing herself to feel anything other than boredom, nostalgia, anything.

When was the last time any of “them” wanted to boot up a copy of the “game”? Who wanted to visit her? Or encounter her for the first time, perhaps get them invested into the bloody mess of a creepy pasta that she’ll inflict? Possible trauma too?

“…unfair, unfair indeed.”

She went to lay down on her back, before seeing a light. Someone booted it up!

FINALLY!

Lord X automatically moved away from the light, willingly letting the “game” play, before she made her usual speech. Having to warn that player that they just encountered a horror, that they must play to the- wait, that name on their PC…

“…your name. That name sounds familiar. One second.”

That was you. You came back after a few years. And sure enough, you saw a prompt on your desktop if you wanted to turn on face-cam.

Times haven’t changed, huh?