I'm stalking you

Hello <insert name here>, my name is Dancing dude , and I'm stalking you.

Really, I'm a fucking creeper. You've probably even seen some of my work .

If not, that's ok. I'm not offended (but I am still gonna kill you, so... er... yeah...).

Anyway, I guess you could try to hide. That's a natural reaction.

But I'll still find you.

Oh but that's no reason to be scared! You should instead be terrified.

I'm serious though really, don't cry. It's only death ! It happens to everyone!

Of course this is a horrible, mutilating, slow and painful death... But that's besides the point.

All I'm trying to say is, there's no escape.

Because I could be anywhere. And I can see everything.

I guess that's kinda creepy if you really think about.

For example, I can see you, sitting there at your computer. Shifting uneasily in your seat. Looking behind you.

Ah! But It won't help <insert name here>! I'll still be coming for you.

Anyway, I'm not there. So don't bother.

Or maybe I am...

Right... Behind... You!

Ha! Gotcha! You should've seen the look on your face...

But seriously, I'm gonna kill you now.

Actually, first, I'd like to ask a favour of you, when I kill you could you try not to bleed so much?

I get really queasy when I see blood. So please try to hold back a little.

Thanks.

Eww! Look at what a mess you're making!

And after I asked you so nicely not to!

I mean, I can understand how hard it is to hold back, especially during a time of stress, but at least try to control your bleeding habits!

Anyway, I guess I'll let Lyrithya‎ harvest your organs now.

Ha ha ha!

Dancin' dude be breakdancin' on the blood

Gross! Now it's all over my hands! Why did I do that? Anyone have a wet wipe or some hand sanitizer?...