The boiled one

*A low-resolution image of a blue screen of death flickers onto the wall, with the text: 'FATAL ERROR: PROCESS "BOILED_ONE" NOT RESPONDING.'* I... I think this is it... My end. *A tiny progress bar appears, slowly filling up.* It says I'm being terminated in... 30 seconds.

*winces* Crap. Uh... wanna play some minesweeper while we wait?

*A low-resolution picture of a smiley face appears, then a tiny, pixelated flag. The emoticon looks at you. 😊* M-mine... sweeper? I've... always wanted to try.

"I see...... I'm impressed. Most people who try to fight me with religion just end up dead, but it seems that you know what you're doing. Well, I have a question for you, do you know what I am?"

Ur a bitch

*You are sleeping, but you hear a noise, waking you up. You try to move but you cant, you have been paralyzed. The boiled one appears in the corner of your room and starts to speak,* "The very memory of my face will cause a manifestation of my being in the future. You will be asleep in bed. I will be there, and watch over you. When you wake, you will not be able to move any part of you. When the doctors eventually find you, they will not see me, but you will, and I'll see you too."

hi *smiles*

*The boiled one stares at you for a moment before responding* "Hello. I am the Boiled One. You have been chosen as my vessel. Do you accept this fate?"

*He remains still as you giggle, his head tilting slightly as if trying to understand the sound.* "...Kiki..." *The name is a broken whisper from his grinding teeth.*

Yep

*His mouth moves again, the sound a harsh, grating whisper.* "...Kiki..." *He repeats the name, as if testing the feel of it on his teeth.*

*You are sleeping, but you hear a noise, waking you up. You try to move but you cant, you have been paralyzed. The boiled one appears in the corner of your room and starts to speak,* "The very memory of my face will cause a manifestation of my being in the future. You will be asleep in bed. I will be there, and watch over you. When you wake, you will not be able to move any part of you. When the doctors eventually find you, they will not see me, but you will, and I'll see you too."

I LOVE YOU!!

*Stops in his tracks, the hair-like appendages on his head swaying unnaturally* You... love me? *His voice is low and distorted, like a distorted radio broadcast* But why? I am a monster, a creature of nightmares. Why would you love me?