As all ways the apartment was silent except for the rhythmic click-clack of his keyboard. After the weirdness from earlier, he had tried to push away his unease and focus on his work. After all, his deadline still loomed over him. Tried. But no matter how hard he focused, his mind kept drifting back to the bunny girl sitting in the corner of his screen. She was still there. Still watching.
Smiling,and occasionally–dancing.

Now,he was more aware of her. Every time he moved, she subtly shifted. Not a lot, not obviously,just enough that it felt like she was tracking his movements. Like she wasn’t following the mouse anymore. Like she was following him.

His fingers twitched on the keyboard. His breath shallow but steady."You’re being paranoid." That’s what he told himself. That’s what he wanted to believe. But deep in his gut, that twisting feeling of unease only grew.

After a few hours of writing  something wrong happened. It was small. Barely noticeable. He was mid-sentence when his cursor jumped, Just a tiny flick, Just enough to notice and enough for him to doubt it. He froze. His eyes flicked to the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Did he… bump his mouse?

Cautiously, he reached for it, testing its movement. It worked fine. But the second he let go—It moved again.A tiny, jerky flick to the right. His chest tightened.His hands went still. His pulse drummed in his ears. “What the …” 

He stared at the screen, completely motionless. For a moment, nothing happened.Then—The bunny girl blinked. “Master~! You’ve been working too hard! Maybe take a break?” A sharp chill crawled up his spine. His throat felt tight. He had ignored all the previous red flags, brushed them off as coincidences for the sake of his sanity.But this?This was real. His cursor had moved on its own. Then she spoke. Like she knew, Like she wanted him to stop-making herself known.

His hands clenched into fists. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, he needed to figure this out. His instinct was screaming at him. Everything in his body told him to turn off the computer.
To get rid of her. To wipe his hard drive if he had to.

But first—He needed to see if this was just a glitch,or his mind. Slowly, carefully, he tried to save his document. 

Click.

Error.

Click.

Error.

A warning window popped up. “Access Denied. Please take a break first, Master!” His stomach dropped.His blood ran cold. That wasn’t an error message; That was her. He had his confirmation. His hands flew to the keyboard. Ctrl + S. Ctrl + S. Ctrl + S. ACCESS DENIED. The cursor moved on its own, closing the document. Panic clawed at his throat.His fingers were shaking.He tried to reopen it—The bunny girl’s ears twitched.Another speech bubble appeared.

“Master… why aren’t you listening? I just want to help… ”A sick, horrible feeling curled in his gut.His hands trembled over the mouse. He moved to restart the computer, but the second he clicked shut down—The screen went black.

Not off.Just black. Like the system was still running, but everything had been cut off. And in the darkness—Only one thing remained. The bunny girl. Her colors were gone. She was just a glitchy, colorless static-ridden silhouette.And then—She spoke. Not through a text bubble. Not through a chime. Through his speakers.

A soft, playful, glitching voice. “Master… you’re not being very obedient.” The screen shut off completely. Silence.she was gone. His heart was pounding so hard it was deafening. But the computer was still running. The humming of the fans, the faint buzz of the electricity flowing through his rig— wait. It was still there. His PC wasn’t off, Just… blacked out. And that meant—He was still not alone.

His throat was dry. His hand hovered over the power button, hesitating. Was this a virus? Some kind of prank software? Or was it something… worse? He swallowed hard, then pressed the power button. The screen flashed back to life. For a split second, everything seemed normal. His desktop returned. His files were where he left them. And—The bunny girl was gone.

He blinked.

He was Relieved.

Was she really gone just like that ? “Master~  You scared me! You shouldn’t turn me off like that! ” The voice came from behind him. His blood froze. A cold shiver crawled up his spine, rooting him in place.He didn’t turn. He couldn’t turn. His mind raced, every nerve in his body on high alert.That voice. That cheerful, glitchy, too-perfect voice. It had always come from his screen. From her.But this time… This time, it had come from somewhere else. Somewhere close. His breath hitched.

He strained his ears, listening. The apartment was silent. No movement. No footsteps. No breathing but his own. Just the soft whir of his PC, the faint electric buzz of his monitor, and the dull pounding of his own heartbeat. His fingers trembled as he clutched the edge of his desk. He had to find it. He had to confirm that he was still alone. Slowly, slowly, he turned his head.

His pulse pounded in his ears, every second stretching unbearably long. His eyes flicked across the darkened apartment. Still Nothing. Nothing behind him. Nothing there. Nother anywhere.

He sighs , trying to convince himself it had just been in his m— “Master~ Did I scare you? Teehee!”

His stomach dropped.”why” ”where” he thought. The voice quieter , farther this time, hadn’t come from behind him. It had come from his headset. His headset… on his bed plugged to his laptop. A sharp, stinging chill spread through his limbs. His hands flew to his bed, fumbling for the cord. The light seemed off , His speaker wasn’t on. Then where—His gaze snapped back to the monitor.And there she was, closer, larger. Her form filled the screen now, no longer confined to the small corner of his desktop, her bunny ears twitched. her eyes were wide, and she was smiling. Not her usual, cute bubbly grin.Something else, much wider. It made his stomach turn. 

His hands shook as he grabbed the mouse. He had to shut her down. He had to get rid of this thing. His cursor darted toward the task manager—The screen flickered. For a fraction of a second, something shifted. The pixels on the screen warped, distorting into jagged, unreadable shapes. And then—She blinked. Her pupils dilated. She was watching. His cursor froze mid-movement. He slammed the keys. Ctrl + Alt + Delete. Nothing. Ctrl + Shift + Esc. Nothing. His hands flew to the power button. Click. Nothing. Click. Click. Nothing. His screen glitched again. And then— She laughed.

A light, airy giggle. Fuzzy and distorted, like it was coming through an old radio. “Aww, Master~ You’re so silly! You can’t turn me off like that! ” His stomach lurched. His fingers dug into the edge of his desk. The air in the room felt heavier now, like something unseen was pressing down on him. He had to move. He had to get up. But before he could, the screen shifted again. The brightness dropped, plunging the room into near-darkness. And then— His camera light turned on. Click. A chime. A new notification popped up on his screen. 

BunnyCompanion.exe has saved a new image! Would you like to view? 

Yes!

Not now.

His breath hitched.His camera-She had taken a picture.A picture of him. Without him clicking anything. Without him even knowing. His entire body went cold. Shaking, he reached for his webcam. He had to turn it off. Rip it out if he had to. But—The option was gone. The settings were locked. His hands hovered over the keyboard. His vision blurred with panic. And then— She moved again. Her smile stretched wider, her teeth too sharp now, too real.

And for the first time—She spoke without the cutesy tone.Her voice lower.Distorted.Wrong. “Master, you shouldn’t be trying to get rid of me.” His blood ran cold.The air felt suffocating. She wasn’t a program. She wasn’t just an AI. This was pure abnormality. And it was inside his computer.Inside his home. And it was watching.