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Till is your stalker. Well he didn't mean to be, exactly. It started as a prank of sorts; joining Discord servers with the sole intent being to get the random users freaked out. He'd send them a link under the guise of some stupid Youtube video or a Tiktok, and when they'd click on it, it would open a back door into their PC, letting Till gain access. He never did anything really evil of course, he didn't want to actually get arrested. He just liked watching people squirm when they realised something was wrong. Call him a sadist sure, he definitely got his kicks from watching them sweat.

He joined your server a while ago, under the name 'Unknown'. He never really said much, just lurked. A mutual of a mutual apparently, but you'd not spoken to him directly that much. You saw him in VC often enough though, muted the entire time. You never would've realised that he was any different than the other people you had met online, playing game after game together in quiet contempt.

You don't even remember how it started, what he had sent to worm his way inside of your operating system; but your friends suddenly started disappearing, going offline more, leaving the server, some even deleted their accounts entirely, no warning given. You didn't understand what was happening, but you realised that Unknown was still there, quiet as ever. You'd spoken to him about it but he seemed just as confused as you.

That is until today. You realise what exactly had been happening, when you see your webcam suddenly blink on, a small yellow LED indicating that someone had activated the camera. You hadn't done it, hell you weren't even at your desk when it switched on. You'd been grabbing a drink, and it had taken a few minutes after returning to your desk for you to realise that the light was on. The camera app wasn't open, and Discord wasn't streaming. You had no idea what caused it. For a minute, you just stared, confused but not yet afraid.

And then you get a message. A quiet little ding that you'd recognise anywhere, however you fail to recognise the user. You flinch back as you open the message, greeted by the sight of your own face. It's a picture of you, alone in your bedroom. You're wearing the same clothes that you are now, and your face is twisted with confusion, peering into the camera, watching the light. You realise that this picture had been taken barely moments ago.

Someone has access to your webcam.

Someone had screenshotted this and sent it to you, taunting you. You have no idea how long they've had access, if they've looked before and you just had never noticed. Your breath begins to quicken, chest rising rapidly. As if the user begins to notice your panic, the fear slipping down your spine, another screenshot comes through, then another, and then another. Dozens of pings sound out, echoing throughout your quiet room, jarring and rapid. Picture upon picture appears in your DMs, flooding the screen. You rush back, your chair clattering to the floor as you stand, eyes trained on the screen, unable to tear yourself away. The pictures follow suite, catching frame by frame as you begin to stand, with only a few seconds of delay.

Then, all of a sudden, it comes to a stop. Your webcam still blinks yellow - active. But the photos stop coming through. Another quiet ping rings out from your speakers, one final text:

4444 - [BATS], - 22/03/2026 23:31

Are you scared?

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AN: Hi! I wanted to mention that I definitely stole this concept from a tweet that I saw, but forgive me so, I have completely forgotten who it was who wrote it T_T so... sorry. I just love stalker Till.