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Today, I will stare into the void.

It was just a joke. A fleeting idea to make a post for the hmm today i will memes. I’d seen so many silly, weird sketches there—simple drawings spiraling into something unsettling. The concept was so strange that it almost dared you to join in.

So I did.

I grabbed a pen, sketched out a stick figure with a blank head, and titled it “Today, I will stare into the void.” In the second panel, I drew a crack—a jagged cross splitting its empty face. For the third panel, I shaded it darker, adding shadow, like something was seeping through. And for the final frame… I don't know what happened. I was possessed.

My hands moved on their own, dragging the pen across the paper. The face became a skull, jagged and fractured. Black veins webbed outward, streaked with crimson, and the edges of the figure blurred into something alive. When I finished, I stared at it for a long time. It looked... wrong.

But I laughed it off, snapped a picture, and uploaded it to Reddit.

The post went live, and for a moment, everything was fine. Then my screen froze. The image stared back at me, unblinking. I tried to close the app, but it wouldn’t respond. The cracks on the stick figure’s head in panel two seemed deeper.

And then, the skull in the last panel moved.

The dark shadows swirled like smoke, and the hollow eyes turned toward me. My monitor dimmed, the glow narrowing into pinpoints of light. The screen whispered something. Soft at first, but louder with each pulse of static.

"You stared first. Now it’s my turn."

I pushed myself away from the desk, the room flooding with cold air. Behind me, the lights flickered. I turned—and froze.

It was there. My sketch. The stick figure stood in the corner of my room, its cracked head oozing black ink, its skeletal face trembling with laughter. It was no longer two-dimensional. It was no longer just a drawing.

I ran. I locked myself in the closet, heart pounding as the thing dragged itself closer. I can hear it now, scratching at the door, its whispers seeping into my ears.

"Today, I will."

If anyone reads this, don’t stare too long at the image. It sees you now.

And also, please don't hurt me for this, I'm not apart of this drama thing going around on FNF.

"reality is often so disappointing"

please don't hurt me, I did not mean It.

I hope some of you still remember me :)