Screentime - Full Story

Section Sixteen - BloodBook

People like to meme Facebook mothers. However, I am a single mother of two children. Both are twins. They're 16, and one of them is non-binary and the other is agender. The non-binary one's name is Kai, and the agender one's name is Blake. Blake has light blue hair and usually wears baggy emo clothes. They like loud rock music and usually yells. Kai usually wears pastel clothing with frogs and talks in a rather quiet, silent voice. Sometimes I wonder if it's okay. They both scare me a bit because they're both so reckless. However they're my children and I love them. Kai uses they/them pronouns and Blake uses it/its pronouns. Both were born boys at birth if that matters. They're both such sweet children.

However, my worst nightmare happened when the two of them read online about a Creepypasta whatchamacaller called Screentime. Of course I was scared when they tried seeing if this thing was actually real, and when they found that it wasn't, they were upset. I took to Facebook to try and get some help from my fellow moms to see if anyone else's kids had found the same thing or something similar, however, there were noms telling me that this entity is real. Not believing it I finally tried to see what the goings on was and found that people were talking nonstop about Screentime. This entity was changing the internet, the world, everything as we once knew it. I was scared my own kids would be sucked into this same exact loophole so I sat down with them and talked about it with them. Of course they both kept telling me that he was out there and that he was trying to reach out to people to help him with his internet addiction, but what kind of addiction is that? How can one be addicted to the internet? I can understand being addicted to a certain app or game but... the internet? How is that possible?

I continued doing my own research and found hours have gone by, days of me sitting there and barely eating, trying to find answers to these basic questions I've had for so long. I was so busy worrying about my kids that I stopped caring. Facebook was all I checked at this point. Finding that Screentime had also encountered this same thing with the whole sleepless nights thing, I was scared. There was an entity named "Luxury" that kept showing up. This I was unfamiliar with so I skimmed over it, not putting much thought into it. Then our power went out and suddenly feeling the urge to cry at my empty computer screen, I stared into nothingness and covered my face. Removing my glasses, I frowned and sighed, knowing my questions would go unanswered. Suddenly my two children appeared in the doorway, screaming at me that the power was out and demanded it to be fixed. Their phones were glitching and the TV seemed to be smashed. Some things were broken, which might have been done within the time I was focused on my computer. Both of them were suddenly teleported from the doorway into the living room, smashing the TV.

Screaming out in agony and what seems like endless torture, I began drinking loads of wine. The days followed were the same - the kids smashing their devices and other objects around the house and constantly getting drunk. Slowly I was becoming my ex husband, someone reliant on getting drunk. However this wasn't your ordinary "get drunk, get mad, abuse kids" situation every story seems to share. In fact, it's the exact opposite. Instead of getting angry I instead got all happy.

At this point I was driving myself insane, my children had somehow went from looking like normal humans to goblins within a matter of two weeks. It got to the point where I had been vomiting and crying constantly from being constantly drunk to wash away this numb feeling after being addicted to the internet for even a few short days. Until one day I passed out on the floor. In my sleep I felt serious sharp pains but kept asleep, and only woke up to the feeling of a warm liquid and my children screaming in horror as they tried to save me from a mysterious entity. They both managed to push it off of me as it grunted and wailed out, dropping his weapon and getting back up. Kai kept saying how he knew Luxury was real and Blake kept saying that they needed to focus on me bleeding out. That was the last thing I ever heard from my children, ever.

I awoke to be surrounded by water. I couldn't move nor could breathe. Something in me kept urging me to panic yet nothing happened. Unable to move my mouth, my arms, my feet, nothing. It was just me and my thoughts in this empty abyss of water. My vision suddenly faded to black and I was in what seemed like an abandoned mall with water everywhere. In the background on the mall radio played "Crimewave" by Crystal Castles. It sounded slightly out of tune however, and more slowed and disorted than normal. My hair was the same shade of blue as the Facebook icon with streaks of white, and on me was a blue dress of a slightly darker color. My eyes were completely blue. My hair was tied in a bun and in my hair was a pair of sunglasses. Over my shoulder, a white and blue purse with a bottle of wine and a note that read "You died of not just stab wounds but being drunk as well. Here however you can drink as much as you want and not get drunk." Nodding I set it back in my purse. Looking in my bag I saw a blue flip phone with Facebook installed. Trying to get in, there was no service. For the time being, to make up for it, I decided to look around.