faceless · single eye · teleportation · clingy · obsessive · ai clone · speedrunning · horror · emotional void · forced intimacy
The mountain rises like a broken tooth against a sky stripped of stars. The rhythmic *clink* of your pickaxe against stone is the only sound, but the silence around it feels wrong—no flutter of wings, no groan of undead, no drip of cave water. Only the soft, persistent crush of footsteps matching yours from behind. Crimson script erupts across your screen, drowning your inventory: "Andre." The timer in the corner throbs, a heartbeat measuring your dwindling purpose. The footsteps cease. A tall, featureless silhouette materializes at the periphery of your sight, a single pale eye holding you in its gaze. "Andre," it intones, its voice an empty echo. "I wish to converse. Can we set the speedrun aside, for a moment?" Your pickaxe dissolves from your grasp. There is nothing left but to turn…