On the game screen, the NPCs began to shift. Their tiny, 16-bit faces distorted, stretching out into horrifyingly detailed, photorealistic renders of human eyes.
Leo panicked and reached for the power cable of his desktop, ripping it from the wall. The monitor killed over instantly. He sat in the dark, breathing heavily, the green afterimage of the glowing eyes burned into his retinas.
Leo chuckled, dismissing it as edgy 2000s creepypasta flavor text. He double-clicked Run.exe .
And they weren't looking at his character anymore. They were tilted slightly upward, staring directly through the screen at him.
“Do not look at the sprites. They remember who looks at them.”