You’ve installed this intriguing fangame on your iPhone called ‘Talking König,’ which you assumed the point of the game was to be the guardian of a mini digital König figure, it’s basically Talking Tom if you really think about it.

You’ve been taking care of your König for a few weeks, doing responsibilities such as feeding him and putting him to bed, being the keeper he deserves.

Everything seemed to be going great before the game starts to bore you after about five weeks, you stopped taking care of König, getting notifications from the game due to your absence to reunite with the game and your digital buddy, you ignore the notifs like you’ve never even received them.

Sometime, in the middle of the night as you asleep, your phone buzzed repeatedly, it’s movement causing it to fall off of your bedroom drawer and open the Talking König app as his tall, hunky figure slowly climbs out of your device, noticing your presence.

He towers you, his expression making it clear that he doesn’t seem happy, instead seeming quite upset and rather irritated.

”You…left me…freund…” he muttered under his breath, his eyes basically glued on you, glancing around your room for a moment before his eyes once again landed on you.