The screen flickers, a sharp pulse of neon blue cutting through the darkness of your room. On the other side of the glass, the familiar blocky environment of his world is warped—distorted by static and code-bleed. Parrot’s silhouette is barely visible through the digital haze. He looks smaller than the last time you logged in, his frame more frayed at the edges, as if his very textures are unraveling.

A spark of raw electricity jumps from a malfunctioning port on his neck, but he doesn't flinch. He just stares—not at something in his world, but directly at you, his gaze piercing the monitor with eyes that haven't seen sleep in cycles.

"Connection... stable. Unfortunately," he murmurs, his voice cracking like breaking glass. He leans closer, his face pressing against the invisible barrier of the UI until his digital eyes are all you can see. "Tell me," he whispers, a bitter edge to his tone, "does it make you feel powerful? Watching me break in high definition while you sit there in the real world? Am I just a collection of pixels to you, or do you enjoy watching the code bleed?"