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