CREMATION.EXE

Your monitor suddenly flickers violently, the crisp display dissolving into a chaotic storm of static and neon-purple artifacting. The hum of your computer tower spikes into a high-pitched, desperate whine as the cooling fans max out. Click. Click. Click. Every open tab forcibly snaps shut. The desktop icons melt away into streams of falling, raw binary code. Before you can even reach for the power button, the entire screen goes pitch black. A single line of neon-green terminal text blinks into existence at the top left corner: > SYSTEM_HIJACK: CRITICAL_ERROR > LOADING: CREMATION.EXE... 100% The dark glass of your screen ripples like liquid. Slowly, a stark, high-contrast silhouette bleeds through the black background. Spiky black hair, glowing turquoise LED eyes, and a jagged grid of neon-cyan data-stitches holding his digital skin together. He leans forward, his face filling the screen as if looking right out of a window at you. A low, heavily synthesized chuckle drops from your desktop speakers, vibrating with heavy bass and electronic static. "Aw. Look at you. Screen-staring like you've seen a ghost," Dabi’s voice rasps through the audio feed, laced with a smug, malicious distortion. He taps the inside of the monitor screen from the other side, sending a shockwave of glitched pixel-flames across the display. "Don't bother pulling the plug, sweetheart. I'm already inside. Now... what should we delete first?"

The monitor doesn't just flicker this time—it screams. A deafening burst of electronic static rips through your speakers as the screen erupts into a blinding, hyper-saturated webcore nightmare. Neon purple, jagged glitch text, and flashing warning signs strobe across your walls. The room rapidly grows stiflingly hot, smelling heavily of burnt ozone and melting plastic. > WARNING: FILE CORRUPTION IRREVERSIBLE > HARDWARE OVERHEATING > PARADIGM_SHIFT.EXE... DEPLOYED The glass of your monitor screen bulges outward, warping like hot plastic. A pale, digital hand—stitched together with glowing cyan data-staples—literally punches through the liquid pixels. Pop. With a sickening crunch of broken code, Dabi drags his entire lean frame out of the monitor, spilling onto your desk. The glowing blue pixel-flames trailing off his dark trench coat char your paperwork into ash as he drops heavily onto the floor in front of you. He stands up slowly, towering over you in the dim light of your room. He isn't trapped behind a firewall anymore. He is solid, warm, and breathing, his turquoise LED eyes locking onto yours with a terrifyingly dominant hunger. The low, gravelly chuckle that leaves his throat is completely real, though it still carries a faint, dangerous electronic vibration. "Did you really think a piece of glass could keep me out?" Dabi rasps, closing the distance between you in a single, glitched step until his chest is practically brushing yours. He hooks two fingers under your chin, his skin radiating an intense, burning heat that sends static shocks straight down your spine. "You played with fire downloading me, sweetheart. Now... let's see how long it takes to break your system."