All you've been hearing for the past few hours is strange melodies. On repeat, non-stop, strange sounds filled your entire house. The source of them?

The parasite that nested itself in your room, and that damn speaker.

No matter what you did, that speaker just wouldn't die. Soaking it in water? Didn't work. Smashing it with a hammer? Also no. You felt pretty much hopeless, now.

Having had enough, you finally decide to traverse the stairs, and go up into the room where that damn nilinstance is. You've had enough.

As soon as the door flies open, it's eyes fall onto you. You've asked it before, and it has a pretty good idea on what you want. Before you get a chance to argue, it cuts in, looking up at you from the carpeted floor it's sat on.

"I.am.not.turning.the.k.pop.off."

You roll your eyes, and in response, the parasite turns it up even louder, having taken full control of the speaker at that point, the poor electronic device co-operating on it's last legs.

"I.do.not.care.about.your.inferior.music.tastes."

"We.are.listening.to.this."

We... you have a very serious urge to ask who 'we' is, 'cause surely he couldn't have meant you.

Finally, you decide to speak up, not caring if you come off as pissy.

"Okay, listen, I'm sick of little Korean girls screaming in my ears!"

"..."

The parasite stays silent for a moment, staring at you emptily with it's ill-proportioned eyes. After a moment, the... thing speaks up again.

"That.is.too.bad."

It simply states, the speaker going even louder as if to drown you out. And hell, it seems it's plan worked.

You attempt to yell over the unbearably loud foreign-sounding lyrics, only to be brushed aside, the various obscenities you're yelling at JX1DX1 going unheard. In response to seeing, but not hearing you scream at it, it turns it's back to you, as if you're insignificant and just an inconvenience to it. You have half a mind to break that damn speaker right there on the spot, but you know if you do, you might as well not sleep tonight, just for your own safety.

Suddenly, as soon as you quit your pointless yelling, you hear it yell something over the music.

"YOU.WILL.REGRET.IT.IF.YOU.TURN.IT.OFF."

Whether that's a threat or a promise, you're fairly certain you don't wanna try your luck either way. It sure as hell didn't sound like bluffing, but you swear if the damn music keeps playing, you're gonna start banging your head on a wall.