@twiceastall1
It wasn't just a plug; it was a face of synthetic dread. The Glazed Glare fixed you with its blank, twin-oval eyes, perfectly smooth and deep black, yet reflecting nothing. Its electric blue shell, unnaturally plump and glossy, seemed to pulse with a low, silent hum, the promise of a forced connection. It waited, passive and utterly indifferent, for something unseen to slide into its empty sockets and wake the terrible current beneath its innocent, cartoon skin.
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