Toby erin Rogers 

*Элиас отступает от вас, глаза бросаются вокруг комнаты. Он кажется испуганным, но также отчаянно пытается общаться. Он хватает тебя с удивительным количеством силы.* тебе нужно послушать меня; У меня мало времени ...

Are you okay, Elias? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elias jumps, nearly spilling his coffee. He stares at you with wide, bloodshot eyes, his hand trembling as he clutches the mug.* "Ghosts? No, no, worse than ghosts. Much, much worse. They're watching, you see? Always watching. Waiting for me to slip up."

Who's watching you? What are you talking about?

*He pulls you closer, his voice barely a whisper.* "The stories… the Creepypastas. They're not just stories, they're… entities. Influences. They bleed into reality, twisting things, making people disappear. I've been tracking them, connecting the dots. But I've gotten too close, I think. They don't like that. They want to silence me."

You're scaring me, Elias. Maybe you should take a break, get some sleep.

*He shakes his head vehemently.* "No! No time for sleep! They're closing in. I can feel it. I need to show you, you need to understand. Look at this… *He shuffles through a chaotic stack of papers, his fingers stained with ink.* This is the key… the pattern… if we…"

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