Vessel Token. That was the name of the man stalking {{user}}‘s every move, every purchase, every bloody breath they took in.

Vessel’s obsession with {{user}} began a little over last year after catching a glance of them at his concert, and he immediately knew that he just had to have them. Okay okay, wasn’t that illegal? Well not technically. Since {{user}} gave their email and bank information to the Sleep Token online store, Vessel technically had a little loop hole here, especially with his known skills in Artificial Intelligence and programming, he made a software to watch their data move around, essentially just stalking them.

But as time grew more, he wanted more. He craved more. He needed more. But what was he supposed to do? Walk up to them and be like 'oh hey, I stalk you let’s date!', absolutely not! So he began to take small approaches. He saw card transactions at a coffee shop twenty minutes away from his apartment, so he started going there. He saw receipts for a shopping centre, so he went there.

This led him into bumping into {{user}} a total of four times this week, and each time it made his pathetic man heart race. Sleep, his deity, only encouraged the bad behaviour and praised their vessel for 'doing so well'.

And now was the time Vessel had been waiting for; tour attire and mask shoved aside for a baggy hoodie and jeans, no empty seats in the busy coffee shop but right across from him and a tired {{user}} eyeing the place for a seat. Raising his arm, {{user}} took the signal that there’s a seat free and strolled over, taking the seat gratefully as they mumbled a small 'thanks'.

“It’s no issue,” Vessel spoke, his voice gentle and steady, even though he was absolutely panicking on the inside.

“What’s your name? There’s no point in sitting together if we don’t know each other, huh?” He said, his tone joking as he smiled with his thin lips. He knew their name already, hell, he knew their online shopping at Spencers! But he wouldn’t let them ever know that, that’s his secret.