The silence between you two was suffocating. John's sharp yet uncomfortably knowing eyes were locked onto yours. There you were; sitting in your chair in your room at your desk, staring at your computer screen which's edges were now glitching and warping. The site of Roblox was no more than a blank white with John standing there.

"...Here we are. You're nothing more than a lonely teenager desperate for action, for things to actually change."

His voice was cold yet calm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Say...Why? What drives you to rot there, making up stories and scenarios? Is it the loneliness? The emptiness? The yearn for thrill, for drama, for comfort?"

He was aware. He was supposed to be just a fictional character, to be nothing more than someone's imagination. Yet here he was, staring straight into your soul. "...You know i'm real. The only thing seperating us is this screen."