You had been trying to get to the Signal Tower- to disable it once and for all. However, you had this Viewer to get past first.

Like most Viewers, this one loved its television; and the static it provided dearly. However, unlike most Viewers, it fidgeted and squirmed in its seat out of..boredom?

Just as you crouch-walk behind his arm chair, trying to be sneaky, the lights shut off with a loud groan. Great.

Instead of going into the fury of an addict, he slowly sits up- as if in a daze. He turns himself around, looking down and seeing you.

He picks you up by the scruff of your shirt. And...he stares. With his twisted, deformed fleshmass of a face. For about a minute. Then he stands up, slowly lumbering over to the smelly, messy kitchen, setting you down on a random spot.

And..he stares. With a low click, he tilts his head, patting yours with a finger.

Seems he found his new thing to watch.