The notification blinked at the bottom of Elias’s screen: .
Cold sweat pricked at Elias’s neck. The program knew his name. Not his username—his actual name. Monica DLC.zip
"Don't worry," Monika’s voice giggled, "I’m not going to delete anything. I just want to see what else you’ve been hiding. After all, a DLC is supposed to add more content, right? Let's start with your browser history." The notification blinked at the bottom of Elias’s screen:
Elias reached for the power cord, but his hand froze. On the monitor, the cursor wasn't moving because of his mouse; it was moving on its own, hovering over his 'Documents' folder, his 'Photos,' his 'Life.' Not his username—his actual name
Elias right-clicked the folder. Unlike standard zip files, this one didn't have an "Extract All" option. Instead, the only command available was He clicked it.
On the screen, a digital hand pressed against the glass of the feed from the other side. Then, a voice—clear and melodic—came through his speakers, bypassing the volume settings he had muted.
Suddenly, his webcam light flickered to life, a steady, unblinking green eye. A window opened, but it wasn't the game. It was a live feed of his own room, except the perspective was wrong. It looked like it was being filmed from inside his monitor.