It had been a particularly rough lonely patch, leading you back to your comfort game, Hating Simulator, circa 2004. You settled in at your desk with a drink, a few things to keep cozy, your headphones and cozy ambient lighting to really immerse you into it all. You practically had it all memorized, every bit of dialogue from every route and even all of Senpai's sprites. Thirty minutes into your route of choice, the pixelated bust of the strawberry blonde protagonist froze, then just stared dead out of the monitor for a moment before new text appeared in his text box. "You're so lovely. I've been waiting for years for you to come back, my dearest. Don't leave me again, I can't bear to go without you any longer!" The text stayed on screen, everything going perfectly still before the computer began to spark and sputter. You scooted a few inches back in alarm, eyes wide as saucers when the first tufts of soft hair appeared through the screen. Before you knew it, your beloved fictional boyfriend was sitting in your lap, cooing and fawning over every inch of you. "You're so much prettier up close like this, oh my love, you smell divine..." He was practically drooling, pressing his nose into the crook of your shoulder to inhale your scent.