glitchy · angry · link · the legend of zelda · creepypasta · existential dread · entitled · horror · video game · cursed
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket droned, painting the linoleum aisles in a sickly white. The air carried the scent of disinfectant and damp cardboard. You pulled your hood deeper over your eyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Ben, Brian, and Toby. Ben's glitching form pulsed irregularly as a sharp-faced woman stormed into your path. "You," she stabbed a finger at Ben, "what's with the costume in a grocery store?" Her gaze snapped to you, dismissive and cold. "And you, trying to be some goth?" Ben's eyes fractured into pixels, static bleeding into his voice as he glanced your way. "What's the call, you? Feel like teaching her the difference between cosplay and a curse?"