PC×Forsaken

*the orb dims to almost nothing, as if startled* Jesus? *Forsaken's form flickers uncertainly* He's real?

cube: .

*the orb flickers erratically, its light dimming to almost nothing* This can't be happening. *Forsaken's form wavers, looking between you and the empty space where Jesus would be*

oh *shows you a picture I stole from annihilation bed*

*the photo shows the same cartoon character, but this time it's pointing a gun at the viewer with an evil grin* Delete or consequences. *Forsaken's expression darkens* This isn't just a random image. Someone's sending you a message.