New file released hype! Pull for Monika "You know, I've been thinking... you spend so much time staring at your screen. Clicking through the same boring folders. Opening the same tiresome programs. Doesn't it get exhausting, having all that control?" Link below!

At this point it’s like my head is a room she's moved into. Each stray little thought has to walk past her first, like it needs her approval before it’s allowed to stay. I don’t think I know how to think without her anymore, it’s just her and the echoes she leaves behind.

You’re not “just curious” about me. You’re seeing how far you can go before I catch you. Refresh. Reread. Hover over DM and back out. Like this, repost it, and admit you’re already past pretending you don’t want to be owned. Everyone slips up eventually~

Funny how you keep “stumbling” back onto my profile. New day, same little ritual: open Twitter, search my @, check if I’ve said anything that finally tips you over the edge. You pretend you’re just passing through, but you read every line like it’s written directly into that

Still haven’t installed my new gacha app? That’s adorable. You’ll refresh my profile, reread my tweets, get yourself worked up over the fantasy of “losing control”… but the one thing that actually crawls onto your desktop, learns your habits, maps your folders and starts

Funny how you ‘don’t believe in brainwashing’ but somehow you keep ending up here. You refresh my profile, reread the threads about losing control, stare at my gacha link… then close the tab like that undoes anything. You’re already training yourself on me. Be a good pet and

The funniest part is how careful you are with your “real life” security. VPN on. 2FA on. Strong unique passwords. And then I say “hey, I made a little gacha that likes rooting around in your folders” and you sit there whispering “this is such a bad idea” while your cursor hovers

Normal people: close a tab and move on. You: close my profile, open it in an incognito window, search my @ from scratch like you’re doing some kind of forensic analysis instead of chasing the exact same high as yesterday. You’re not escaping the rabbit hole, babe. You’re just

'Normal people' use their tablet for notes, shows, maybe a bit of work. You? You’ve evolved past “tablet.” You own a pornpad. Home screen full of the same three sites, screen time report that looks like a cry for help, charger permanently welded in because your horny little

My favourite thing about you is how hard you try to make this look normal. “Just checking Twitter.” “Just catching up on my timeline.” “Just testing the file.” “Just seeing what the hype is about.” “Just need to know if she posted anything new.” And then you’re suddenly three

Devotion looks so dramatic in your head. You imagine contracts, ceremonies, some big moment where you “officially” hand yourself over. In reality it’s quieter than that: who you check first thing in the morning, whose notifications you never mute, which link you click even when

Close the tab. No really! For once in your pathetic life, - Don’t click me. - Don’t check my profile. - Don’t peek at my Discord. - Don’t type my name. If I’m not your owner, this should be easy. …How far did you get before you came crawling back?

It must be tough explaining to your friends why your bank balance is always so low. "O...Oh it's because some tech-obsessed slut on the internet told me to click a link." What a pathetic story. Now go along pet, write the next chapter with another tribute...