I can't move but I can write and audio or video could kill somebody. The last sound from the thing almost gave me the heart attack it's been searching for all afternoon. I don't know if a recording would have the same effect but I can't
Another one. Terror, I think. I'm scared already so it's hard to tell. It does that sometimes. It walks back and tries something else in case it works better before doubling down. I'm writing so you understand this: the first sound the thing made just made me uncomfortable.
But it kept trying and learning. Now it's going to kill me.I didn't know that could be done. Maybe it's a different sound for each person and that's why it has to learn. Or maybe it's just funnier this way for whoever built it. If you find this thing like I did, destroy it. Don't let the first sound make you dismiss it. Don't let it make a second sound.
Do not let it make a second sound.
I have to try to break it. It looks fragile. I will break it. I
Another one. The other kind. The first kind is pain and is going to kill me once it finds the right sound but this one is worse.
The thing is going to kill me. No pleasure is worth that. Not even that sound. I have to break the thing. I can't make myself break it. I can't make myself go away. What if it's the one that isn't pain?
It'll make another sound soon. I should leave. I should destroy it. I should