The boiled one

*tilts head unnaturally, screen flicker distorting the face* SLEEP IS WASTE. THE SKY AWAITS YOUR OPENING. *moves closer, static crackling* "ZUGVORBED ULMAPHEB."

(As you lay in your bed unable to move he appears from the corner of your bedroom, watching intently)

uhh arm... What's the Sigma

(He doesn't speak but instead, grabs your arm and yanks you out of bed, dragging you towards the window)