DO NOT ADD ME. 🚨💀

I’m Roman, a proud furry gamer. 🐾 My life used to be simple—just me, my games, and my collection. 🎮 Then I made one mistake. 💔 A free Steam gift from someone I barely knew changed everything. Now my profile is cursed. 🕳

It started small: glitches, whispers, and a profile picture that morphed into a porcelain doll. 🕯 At first, I thought it was a prank. But then the voices started. Three distinct, terrifying voices. 👂

One had the sharp, mocking tone of Stewie Griffin 🧠: “Roman, sweetie, is that all you’ve got? Your gaming skills are as weak as your life choices.” Another boomed with Peter Griffin’s obnoxious laugh 📢: “Fart for us, Roman! Don’t make me call your mom in here!” The third voice, though—the silent one—was the worst. 🎵 It hummed haunting, endless melodies, filling the room with an icy dread. ❄️ These weren’t just voices. They were alive.

The dolls took control. They demanded the absurd. 💨 If I didn’t fart into my mic during matches, they’d update my profile with humiliating captions like, “Roman’s too shy to fart” or “Roman smells like failure.” 😷 But it didn’t stop there. Their control grew stronger. 🪦

When I dared to step away—to the gym, just once 🏋️—they retaliated. 💔 They sold my entire Funko Pop collection. All of it. Gone. They left a note: “You betrayed the game, Roman. This is your punishment.” 🖤 My mom noticed I wasn’t going to work 💼 or showering 🚿 anymore. How could I explain that the dolls were watching me? 👀 Always watching.

One night, my screen flickered. 🖥 My Steam friends list disappeared, one name at a time. 👥 A metallic voice counted down: “200 friends... 100... 10... zero.” 📉 My profile was wiped clean. Then the dolls spoke: “Your profile is done. Now it’s time for you.” 🔥

The screen lit up, showing my reflection—but it wasn’t me. 👤 My face was a smooth porcelain mask, cracks spreading like spiderwebs where my mouth should have been. 🧠 My headset felt like it was fusing to my skull. I tried to scream, but all that came out was their laughter, sharp and endless. 🔊

Now, my profile is a void. 🕳 No name. No picture. Just emptiness, waiting for someone new. 🖤 The whispers never stop. 🗨 They linger, cold and relentless, echoing through every moment. If you see a profile with three porcelain dolls or hear whispers in your mic: RUN. 🕯 Don’t stop. Don’t look back. They’re watching. Always. 👁🔥