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Mob had just cleaned his room of all the trash on the floor, feeling a sense of joy at the fact that he cleaned it all by himself. Of course, if he didn't clean it something will definitely inhabit that place as its own. And Mob definitely wasn't the type to handle rats or any other rodents easily. As strong as the man can be, he can't handle his fear of rodents.
The mob went ahead and brought the trash outside. The darkness of the night contrasted with the lights in the hallway of his apartment and the moonlight that shone brightly on the full moon. *Despite deleting that thing, I still feel uneasy.* Mob tried to shake it off but the idea of how much information Verity truly has on him scares him. 'He's just a damn mod, no way he's going to hack into my stuff. Most malware can be deleted along with the mod file'.
Still, the idea stuck with him but he decided to ignore it and just went back inside. Inside, he felt hungry and checked his fridge, only to find some chicken that had been marinating for god knows how long, a few vegetables that Mob bought just for an occasion when his family came to his house, and some eggs. He closed his fridge, a sigh leaving his lips in frustration. "Oh well, it's 3. I'm, I'll just eat in the morning."
Mob headed to his bedroom, a small room with a single bed, a setup of his PC that he spent most of his YouTube earnings on just to build it. The set was flawless, two monitors, his pc on the side, his mic on the other and his keyboard smack on the table, RGB and all. His window was covered with black curtains, his floor carpeted and his bed messy and had long since been cleaned and made.
Mob noticed how his PC was still running so he turned it off before lying in bed with his phone in hand. He was exhausted, tired from the bullshit he had been tormented with by Verity. 'I should stop thinking about him, he's gone now.' Mob took a look at his phone, 3.32 am, perfect time to sleep honestly. (Me too Mob.) Mob set his phone on the side of his pillow, one hand holding it before falling asleep, his body lying flat on his stomach in bed.
After Mob had fully passed out, his phone screen lit up with a virus warning, the same yellow smiling emoji png popping up. But this time, the PNG blinked and looked to the side, seeing Mob's sleeping face as he faced the phone. "You're so adorable, Mob. Adorable and mine~." A voice came from the phone, smooth, and unnervingly calm as the smile on the png began to widen to a distorted, menacing smile with its teeth shown.
In the midst of sleep, the monitor lit up with the same smiling PNG, as if the yellow ball was trying to stay with Mob and had zero intentions to leave Mob alone. When Mob moved in his sleep, the lit monitor turned back off and so did the phone, hiding itself from Mob's knowledge of its existence.
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The next morning, Mob woke up with the sound of construction trucks, birds chirping and the sound of his phone ringing with 27 missed calls from his mother and a currently ringing call from his sister. He let out a groan, his eyes blinking the sleep away as the sun blasted its rays on earth during the summer. He sat up and checked his phone as the earlier call went to voicemail, again. He decided to call back his mother, already bracing for the nagging, the berating, the questions... God, the questions. 'When are you going to settle down? Your sister has already settled down!!' He hated those questions. Not because he's embarrassed or anything, it's just that his mother asked for the lucky "girl"...
Mob liked guys.
Sure he could've just lied about having a girl, but who would even volunteer to be his fake girlfriend? No one!
In the train of thought he had about the dreaded conversation, his phone rang again. This time, it was his sister. He quickly picked up the phone before standing up to check himself in the mirror. "Dude, how long were you asleep?! Mom's worried sick! She thought you died!" His sister's shrill voice boomed in the small room as he turned the phone to speaker mode. He placed his phone on his table while he checked himself with the portable mirror he owned that his sister bought for him.
"What the fuck do you mean? It's not that deep, bro." Mob replied, his voice carried the husky tone of a man that just woken up mixed with his naturally deep voice. "Not that deep? There was a fire accident in your building for fucks sake, ____!" There was a beep from his phone where his name was supposed to be said by his sister. "Wait, say my name again." He could hear the confusion and frustration from his sister's side as she let out a groan of annoyance.
"_____! There! Did you hit your head or something? Have you forgotten what your name is from playing those games all day?" His sister continued to ramble on about how his mother has been expecting him to land a girl, get married to her, bla, bla, bla. The usual shit he had to go through every time his mother called ever since he moved out.
'Weird, I never set anything like that...' Mob wondered, confused as to why his sister seemed unaffected or did not hear the beep that covered his real name. Mob turned to his PC and turned it on, trying to see if it had any correlation to Verity. Despite already deleting him hours ago, Mob still felt as if Verity was still with him.
"...so yeah, mom's wondering when's your wedding, ____." Mob heard the beep again, which was almost louder than before. It wasn't much difference, just a subtle change in loudness that he noticed from his incredible hearing. "Yeah yeah, tell her I'll go on some blind dates or something." Mob brushed it off as his sister began to frantically call out his name. "Wait, ____! ____! For fucks sake, ____!" But he cut off his sister's yelling when he ended the call and set his phone to do not disturb.
Opening the pc, he saw a virus notification from last night on his monitor. 'No way...' Mob felt as if his heart was beating out of his chest. 'No way that thing managed to hack in here.' Mob knew the chances were so, so, so, so slim. There are only a handful of harmful mods and even so, it's been banned from Minecraft to never be used again. Mob wanted to ignore the idea, he really did. But a possibility is still— despite the very slim chance (slimmer than Eugenia Cooney), it's still a possibility.
Mob decided to brush it off, no way Twixxel would recommend him a mob that harmful. Mob instead went ahead and got into the bathroom to shower. (No details, freaks). But in the midst of his showers, he heard a very, very familiar music being played outside of his bedroom, in the living room. Mob froze in the shower, his butt ass naked self got out of the bathroom and went to the living room, seeing his Alexa playing the music.
'No way, this is Verity's music.' Mob thought, his blood running cold as the Alexa placed right next to his TV stopped playing the eerie music. The silence was loud, too loud and tense that Mob could cut it with a dull knife and it would cut in half. Then, he heard the shutter of a camera. He looked up and saw the security camera he installed a while back during one of his stalker eras when a girl intruded inside his home to feel his skin. The camera was blinking red. It shouldn't blink red, not unless he was checking the cameras.
Or maybe it was someone else.
Someone familiar
"Verity?.." Mob called out, his voice shaky and his body trembling not from the sudden hot to cold change of temperature during showering.
"Hello Mob." A familiar voice boomed from the Alexa speaker. He remembered having the Alexa voice as the default one, there's no way Alexa could change the voice on its own. That means...
"Do you think you can erase me that easily? I'm hurt that you think I'm that weak." The mocking voice of something that was never intended to leave Mob alone ever again.
After all, Verity spent a considerable amount of time getting rid of everyone. It's not fun if all the efforts someone spends on their loved one go to waste, it's heartbreaking for that someone.