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[computer-parasite]

[ Kayne is being watched. They have been for days.

They stare at their computer monitor, their index finger nervously tapping on the edge of the keyboard. They subtly looked at their surroundings, trying to figure out if anyone’s there. Nothing. The room is empty of life–except for them. Kayne lets out a breath that is noticeably shaky as they close their fits with such pressure that their knuckles start turning white. They try to think of what–if anything–they should do. They can’t call anyone for something with no proof, can they? So instead they decide to stay silent. All the hair on their body standing still and they kept themself busy with mindless clicking of the buttons on their keyboard. ]

[computer-parasite]

"Al, can I call you Al? You don't mind if I talk at you and not to you? I mean I don't care, I'm just asking as a formality.

Did you miss me? that's a funny question, isn't it? You don't have a reason to miss me heh-I don't even miss you when you're not here, if I have ever said otherwise I lied. I don't even know how that feels like, missing someone.

The hosts parents missed it, they mention that a lot. They ask it—ask me—if I miss them. Why would I miss them? We talk almost everyday, to the point where it's part of my routine and apart from that they aren't dead or permanently gone in any way so I ask again, *why would I miss them*? What's the point of wasting your time putting yourself in the corner by thinking about how someone isn't here right now? Nothing. It's pointless. Just another prison. Like all the other ones people put themselves in wasn't enough—

Huh, I got a bit angry there didn't I? pff-[laughter] It doesn't even matter. None of it does...

Sometimes I wish I could miss people. I wish I could actually miss them—the host's parents—and you, I suppose. I wonder how that would feel."