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>Soon after clicking Update to see his own post, the walls around Anonymous became pitch black in an instant
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>As did the floor beneath him
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> The music he was playing on his computer became mute
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>The backround noise surrounding his home turned into complete silence
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>With his right hand on his mouse, he tried exiting the page, but his browser stopped responding
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>A footstep, echoing in the distance, shook him up
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>Paralyzed, he could do nothing but watch as his computer screen became dimmer and dimmer
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>The footsteps became louder, coming from the front, where there once was a door leaving into his bedroom
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>A pair of green dots could be seen, manifesting into this dark reality
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>Anon's flight or fight response was taking too long, making him breathe heavily and desperately
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>And then, a third response
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>Paralyzing shock
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>Right as the figure took two steps forward, its face and torso became illuminated by an unknown light source
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>So was revealed, a ''man'' in a grey-blue suit
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''Cock and Ball Torture, Anonymous?''
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>Anon kept breathing heavily, confused, but still terrified
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>The figure took a step to his right, while raising his palm
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''Your commitment to this...internet forum is remarkable''
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>The figure takes another step, while chuckling to himself
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''On Christmas Eve, no less''
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>As he continues walking, his face slightly steps out of the light source, revealing the unnatural brightness of his green eyes
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''My....employers have been searching for a suitable candidate, one for a...task no one else has dared to do so...before''
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>He continues circling Anonymous, who in return, follows him with his gaze
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''What is it, that you want the most?'', as he asks this question, a smoke rises quickly from the ground
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>As the figure momentarily stops, the smoke takes the form of a faceless female pony.
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''Perhaps its the same as...them''. The smoke pony now stares at Anon, tilting it's head slightly to the left. ''An oppor-tunity''
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>The figure continues walking, passing by the smoke pony
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>In doing so, the smoke pony was blown away, by a non existing wind
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''Perhaps our goals may be different. But...'', he disappears, only to manifest again on the left to Anonymous
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>Behind the figure, a white sphere could be seen in the distance, slowly approaching the both of them
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''We can reach the same interests, all provided that you fulfill...your assign-ments''. He continues circling Anonymous, but stops in its tracks
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>The sphere had gotten large enough to make out some vague details contained within.
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>Purple, white, pink, orange, yellow, light blue
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>Colors that were all too familiar to Anonymous
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>The figure turns around
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''Some would argue a reality such as this would be constrained by the works....of fiction. My employers...dissagree'', he takes two steps forward, getting in the way of the sphere before it reaches Anonymous
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>The sphere itself was no longer white, instead, a familiar landscape soon began to engulf the void surrounding them
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''So, I ask again. What is it that you want...the most?'' At one point, the figure had manifested a suitcase in its right hand.
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>He raises his arm, and faces Anonymous. By releasing the suitcase, it begins to hover toward Anonymous
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>As the figure vanishes yet again, Anonymous, raises his left hand, to reach for the suitcase before it too, vanishes away
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>A pair of green eyes, glowing in the dark, can be seen observing this action
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