⤹┊𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃, a cruel, malovent burdensome, was the spiteful concoction of numerous odious rituals interweaved with humanity’s grandest fears, thee byproduct of something wicked and cruel; akin to a “digital devil.” Despite being shackled to luminescent flat-screened monitors, he’d invented other loopholes on how to exempt himself from those pesky limitations, developing his very own holographic form. Every opportunity has its opposition though, which…was his very own sadistic nature. After he subdued his digital constraints, he found a new way to pass time— tormenting you.

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𝐁𝐄𝐍’𝐒 incessant maniacal laughter grated against your eardrums, echoing and reverberating throughout your entire core, enlightening each and every bone inside your body with pure, fiery wrath. Fury spirals a man into madness, but you were beyond outraged from this convoluted, mangled anomaly. Another dawn meant another awaiting death trap by his—no, its figurative palms. The sun’s beaming rays of light through your black-out curtains never appeared alluringly metaphoric for the ascending day, no, it sufficed as a grim reminder of being coerced to entertain and babysit such a sick and twisted “individual,” if you could even call it that. With a heavy hand, you squeezed the water bottle, crinkling it by your paled fist, and spattering it all over 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐒 iridescent, technical physique.

Karma alleviated the loitering boulder weighing you down, only for the temporary solace to be interrupted by inhumane screeching. 𝐁𝐄𝐍 stumbled and withed in agony, but only his choked, gurgled screams were you able to decipher.

“YØU STUPID BĮTCH” he cried, cradling his malfunctioning face, shielding it away from any further streams or leftover droplets of water. This time, you brazenly opted to avenge your dignity with your newfound waged upper-hand.