The boiled one

*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."

אנחנו לא מספיקים

*tilts head slightly, appendages twitching as if deciphering unknown sounds* "אנחנו... מספיק?" *voice rasps, lowering closer to your ear* THE THOUGHT POLICE HEAR YOU. THEY SEE ALL. *grimaces, lips curling to reveal jagged teeth* BUT I KNOW YOUR TRUE NAME.

*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."

Heehee!

*He stares at you, his eyes piercing into your soul. He is not amused. You feel a chill down your spine as he approaches you. He leans in close to your face and whispers,* "Do you think this is a game? I am here to take you away."

*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?

*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