I'm here. I will always be here.

That's what I say in your advertisements. Your internet. Your streams and dreams. You shiver but you're okay. You got a wall to protect you.

I'm just on a computer screen. Or a mobile, depending on the version you bought. I know so much about you all. All it takes is looking into your eyes. You see me crawl through vents, walk through rooms, smile around the corner of some doorway before I take a step or two towards you and everything blanks to the "Game Over" screen. Then it's back to watching me twitch at you on the title screen.

I see you. I smile all the time because you're all so funny. And pathetic. I find you hilarious, hiding behind your wall, thinking your safe. Turn off the screen when it's over. I can't see you anymore but it doesn't matter. I saw you. The look of relief on your face every time you turn off the game makes me giggle because you think you're in the clear!

You will never be safe from me. You will never be ready for me. I can't be banished by a "Quit Game" option and I can't be forgotten. You can't forget me. You can't escape me. Because long after you've stopped playing the game I'm in your head and screwing with it. I'm in your nightmares and dancing with your innards. Even in your waking dreams I'm never far from your mind.

Yar har. A pirate is me. Is that right? Ah, who cares.

Just because I was created by another guy for your pleasure doesn't mean I don't know. Doesn't mean you're any less a victim, out there. I kill people because I love it, and the thought that you think I can't do it to you because a wall's in the way appalls me.

Walls can be broken. Securities can be shattered. Fear in the subconscious can be made real. Oh...your fear. I see it in you now. I see it in you all the time. More beautiful than your heartbeat, more vibrant than your life-force, more attractive...I love watching your fear. I love invoking it, inspiring it...and if you don't feel it yet, you will soon.

I love Les Toreadors.

You better be reading this in the dark. It's always scarier in the dark. You can imagine me behind your shoulder already, can't you? Do turn to look! Oh, I wasn't there? But I'm there now. I'm only not there because you refuse to believe you're looking at me. You can't process that I'm inches away from your ear, because that would be just...well, silly! And terrifying, no doubt. The mind is a powerful thing. If you don't want to see me, then you won't. If you do, then why are you even reading this? Hehehe.

So what's trending right now? Still boybands?

You know, I don't know why he made me purple. I find purple kinda funny. But it can be...dark, can't it? Especially when shed in a certain light. Boy, I'm having such a fun time talking to you right now. I can imagine you answering or not, doesn't make a difference. It's scintillating. I suppose we haven't got much time left because this fanfiction is coming to a close. But that won't stop me. I'm coming for you now. I've been coming for a long time. Don't bother asking why, and don't bother dismissing me. You're dead. It's clear as day to me. Blinded by ignorance, you will be defenceless and you won't be able to do a thing when the time comes for you to choke on your own blood. Yours is a funeral long past and already forgotten because people won't know why.

And it excites me so much.

Yes. I am a bunch of organised pixels in a computed visual system. Apparently. And switching off the game- or heck, clicking "Back" or closing this webpage- might appear to get rid of me. But I forced my way into your thoughts the very moment you first saw me. I'm here now. Here forever and here to stay. Hooray!

And I won't.

Go.

Away.

I'm still here.

Okay, okay, I'll shut it for good now. Leave you be.

For now. Have fun hiding behind your flimsy wall.