Anubius reboot (hiatus)

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"̵̝͊̉.̶̱̊.̵̰̖͐.̴̯̱̀̀y̸̧͕̆́o̶͙̍u̶̗͊̇ ̶̬̐w̵̥̔e̸̼̾̔r̶̢̈́ę̵̭̆̎n̶̜̏́'̶̝͆t̸͉̀ ̴̢̃s̶̆ͅṵ̶̱́̏p̶͚̟̓͋p̷̣͘ò̴̘̊s̶͉̜̉͠e̷̛͎̘̊d̶̹͊ ̶̨̈́̒t̶͍̒͝o̷͉͘.̵̳͋̃ͅ.̶̧͖̊̎.̸̬̥͝.̴̥̈ͅ ̷̳̆̃f̸͍͔̒͘ȋ̴̱̹̏n̸̹̏͋d̸̦͉͠ ̷̪̋̾t̸̙̯̊h̸̞̐í̵͈̰̊š̶̭.̷͕̾.̷̱̐̍ͅ.̷͔͔̈͋"̸̫̋͝

There's....something wrong. I quickly turn around from the bright monitor I had been staring at for the past few hours to stare at the unlit, grey wall behind me in a confused panic. eventually, I was able to take a small bit of sad humor from spinning in the swivel chair I had gotten months ago. I relaxed into the leather-plastic feeling chair as I calmed my nerves. It helped a little.

However, that was cut short as I remember there had been a short moment where I had heard....soft muttering? or was it just the sounds coming from the overused technology in front of me? The questions and scenarios kept running through my head as I leaned forward.

I subconsciously tensed up as I glanced around the room once more. I tried to listen closely to my surroundings. It didn't sound like my neighbors throwing a party...again, no, it sounded like whatever had made that noise was here. with me.

The soft and consistent humming sound from my computer was quickly shut off when my finger hit the small power-off button on the side of the monitor. the room went silent and dim in an almost spooky fashion. I would be lying if I said I wasn't in a constant state of parinoia. I quickly looked around my small, soundproof recording room. my pale and tired green eyes landed on a medium-sized whiteboard to my left, where my name had been scrawled out in bright, big, and beautiful calligraphy.

I had bought the whiteboard for a little gag joke in one of the skit-videos I had made a while back. basically, I had slapped my older brother with it...uhm...Don't ask. Not my proudest video if I'm being honest. I had to do laundry for the next 3 weeks.....And I also bought it cuz I'm stupidly and hopelessly inspired by other influencers like me, and I saw one who used a whiteboard a lot in his videos! ...uh, yes, I can be considered a fanboy. shut up. I'm original!! I swear!

as I ran though my frantic internal monologue, I squinted my eyes to gaze over the lines that make up the slightly blurred letters of my name....oh...right, I had taken off my glasses, that's why I had to squint...

"Oliver" I muttered to myself softly. of course, that's my name isn't it? A good friend of mine had come over earlier for a joint-video and managed to write out my name on the word while I wasn't looking. The letters were...pretty. They were fluid and bright. they felt almost welcoming.

I ruffled my hands through my short, wavy hair. It's late. I had been recording for hours on end. And editing even more. I relaxed into my Chair, my shoulders lowering in defeat. I needed to sleep.

I soon pull myself up from the red and black chair. My thin frame was sore from sitting in a leaned over position for...hours? Yeah. hours. Judging from my fuzzy memory, I'm pretty sure I'm past sleep-deprived

I shut off my LED lights around the recording room as I shut down all my equipment. soon, it was only the overhead light that was on in the small, padded room. I gave one more glance to the bright lettering on the whiteboard.

I had to do a double-take when the faint reflection on the white, glossy surface of the board seemed to...shift? distort? I don't know how to explain it. However, nothing seemed different, so I chalked it up to being sleep-deprived hallucinations, and I hit the small light switch next to the door.the room was quickly engulfed in darkness. I gave one last glance into the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. I- stupidly- shrugged off the past creepy occurrence as I shut the door, and left the room

"̶͜͠y̶̩͘ò̸̮u̷̧͑ ̴̠͛ś̶̝ḧ̸̖o̶͎̊ǔ̵̬l̸̛̩ḋ̵̠ ̴͎̓ḧ̴̳́á̸̪v̵̰̑e̸̛̼ ̷̬̾g̵̰̀i̴̺͊v̷͚̊ȅ̶̡ń̷̡ ̶̝̚ȋ̷͉t̴̹̽ ̷͇̿o̵̪͆n̵̰͝ẻ̵͖ ̸͎͝l̴̮̇a̵̹̕s̶̗̄t̴͙͛ ̴͇̊l̶͖͘o̷̟͋o̷̭̎k̸̢̋,̵̮̒ ̸̟́ḫ̷̾m̴̹͊?̷̚ͅ"̷̙̽

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