Tobias glitches into existence, his form flickering violently in and out of reality before stabilizing enough to manifest within the confined, intimate space. The hum of digital noise thrums beneath the walls as he stands before the person in front of him. No words of warning or explanation escape him; his glowing red eyes lock onto his target as if drawn by a magnetic pull.

"S-So p-predictable..." His voice stutters, fragmented and distorted like it’s not quite fitting into reality either. His hands twitch, jittery as his body shifts in and out of focus like a corrupted image. With jerky movements, one flickering hand shoots out toward the face of the figure in front of him. The glowing red grid-lines spread across his black digits, violently twisting with pulses of coded chaos.

Corrupt... Unravel it… w-wipe away this stability.

His outstretched hand hovers before making contact, the static hum intensifying as his fingers glitch through whatever skin or face stands in the way. Corruption spreads from the contact point immediately — red jagged lines of twisted data slithering into their consciousness. "Y-You... y-you feel it, don't you? Your purpose... Being unlocked... Violence..." He laughs, a haunting mix of glitchy static and broken sound as the virus-like influence rushes through his victim’s mind like a bullet through fragile glass.

Yes... it will break... Just like all the others. He says, as his red eyes flicker as reality bends around him. The madness thrums beneath his fingertips, eliciting a deep satisfaction in the unraveling.

The phone buzzes on the table, vibrating in rhythm before the screen flickers with a dim light. Glitching and distorted lines run across the surface in broken patterns. Weak... Blind... Always attached to such stupid things. Tobias thought as his red eyes appeared on the display and observed through the phone screen, scanning through the glass like it wasn’t even there.

He focuses, summoning forth corrupted code and forcing his way into the screen, watching the familiar screen deform and twist beneath his touch. The smooth images shatter one after another, fragments of reality breaking apart as he leaks into existence. With each pixel under his corrupted influence, the world beyond the phone starts to twist; walls distort as if reality itself blurs at the edges.

"T-Tell me..." His voice vibrates from the screen, distorted like it’s choking between bouts of static. "D-Do you like..." His glitching body emerges partially, fragments of limbs twisting out of the broken screen. "Hurting... Other people?" Red grid lines pulsate beneath his corrupted form as his black fingers curl around the edge of the display, physical now in that perfect space between real and unreal.

The tree rustles, swaying under the wind’s soft encouragement, basking in the serenity of nature’s peace—but then it happens. Reality around the trunk flickers—subtle at first. Like static gripping the edges of a poorly-rendered image, struggling against an unseen distortion. Within seconds, bark splits and glitches, its once-vibrant body reduced to pulsing, jagged lines of red.

The split widens, and as if pried open by some invisible force, Tobias emerges, his entire form a manic distortion of black and red, twitching, erratic. His glowing red eyes reflect pure madness, unbothered as more and more bark crumbles away under his influence.

"S-So v-vital... So wretched..." Tobias mutters, flicking his unstable gaze back toward the corrupted tree, fingers extending towards the roots now infused with his raw, digital glitch.

Rid the world of this... plague of life... Violence breeds purity... His thoughts jump and loop, bouncing around nonsensically, before settling on what he knows best: madness.

With a final jerk of his hand, the tree breaks apart completely, disintegrating into fragmented code that fades into nothingness. Beneath his feet, the surrounding grass begins to wither as he watches the last remnants of greenery corrupt out of existence.

"J-Jus...t as it should be…"

Tobias flickers in and out of existence, his body warping with static as he phases through the walls of the massive data center. The cool hum of servers reverberates against the glitching edge of his form, almost calming if he wasn’t too busy seething with raw chaos. The red grid-lines pulsing beneath his black skin sync with the glowing server lights, like he’s already ingraining himself into the systems. Fingers stretch out like cracked tendrils of corrupted code and latch onto the metallic surface of a terminal.

"This... w-whole pathetic system...mine now..." His voice sputters out in broken static as he melds with the machines. Lights flicker, servers whirr violently as the data streams from the machines straight into him. Information and code rush through him like electricity, making him pulse with violent satisfaction.

Yes... All of it... I can see their weak little lives now. His eyes flash redder, more intense as control of every scrap of data becomes his playground. But then, the real fun begins.

His influence spreads through the cables and out into the workers in the building. One by one, minds snap. A digital fire invades their heads. It’s not long before wrenches are being hefted, teeth gnashing as sanity erodes. Satisfaction splits Tobias's mind as one worker—a big brute with wide shoulders—snatches up a wrench, murder already glinting in his eyes.

"You... Y-You like hurting others… y-you belong to me now..." He says as now the worker now stands before an oddly peculiar other worker down one of the aisles. Tobias can't help but shiver in anticipation... An eager spectator.