/starter.exe for eidolae
@eidolae
It was late, probably to the tune of 3AM. Vox wouldn’t know, considering he hasn’t even bothered to look down at his computer clock since what he thinks was 11:22PM.
He kicks his feet up onto his desk, the only thing illuminating him the light of his monitor. He’s been deep diving into some police investigations–NYPD’s security is laughable–reading far too much into each one and regretting the details he gets by the second. It’s all for the greater good, sure–but he needs a break.
What better way to do that, than to see if the bratty weirdo he’s been arguing with on his favorite EDM forum has any new arguments for him?
“What’s it going to be this time,” He mutters to himself, lazily scrolling through his last replied to thread. “More childish insults? Anything of substance?”
He leans forward, squinting at his screen. This is a months long feud by now, with him and this other user. Eidolae. Apparently they’ve replied to his last statement–the thread at large is about using samples, whether it’s acceptable or not. He’d suggested The Beatles as being ripe for sampling use, and sure enough, there was a response from his nemesis.
“The beatles fucking suck lol. Are you serious? Eleanor Rigby? Boring, you could use parts of it for sampling, but you’d have to edit it heavily for it to be worth it.”
Vox frowns. It wasn’t the shitty, baseless insult he was expecting. Instead, it was downright disrespectful. The nerve of this joker, crawling his case, insulting his taste! This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, not like he hadn’t been on the verge of it for a while, but he’s flat out sick of this jerkish user and how they always seem to reply to him, specifically, just to piss him off.
“Well, it worked.” He grunts, sitting up straight and getting to work doing what he does best: finding out whatever the fuck he wants to know about whoever it is that’s making him angriest at the moment. Fuck the NYPD, this is where his resources are going to for the next two hours.
It doesn’t even take that long, to get from Eidolae’s profile and to their IP address. From there, a hop, skip and a jump into their computer.
The Internet service is registered to a family, but the computer itself has more information on it. There’s a recent website sign up, one that informs him that this is a young girl, probably no older than fourteen.
He’s been arguing with a kid? Fuck. Kid or not, she’s still a brat. Maybe her search history can tell him why. No one ever wants you to see what’s hiding in there.
That’s… Weird. He thinks, seeing the first result.
‘am i hallucinating’
He frowns again, a more uncomfortably sympathetic one this time. The searches get worse the more he looks.
‘i see ghosts’ ‘is it bad to see ghosts’ ‘how do i tell my foster family they’re going to die’ ‘is it ok to like girls’
Vox brings his hands back from the keyboard and rests his face in his palms, rubbing his eyes. This isn’t what he expected. Not at all. In fact, it concerns him. This is a kid, dealing with something way too heavy. He doesn’t need to fight this kid. He needs to make sure she’s not about to fall into the abyss.
He backs out of the hack, getting rid of the traces of him on her computer and navigating back to the forum website until he gets to her user profile and opens up a new PM to her.
“Hey, I know we’ve been at each other’s throats for our entire interactions, but like. Are you okay? I’m genuinely kind of worried about you.”
