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The monitor was on. The platypus was still there, but now it was larger, its bill pressed against the inside of the screen as if trying to push through the glass. The red eyes weren't pulsing anymore—they were glowing, casting a crimson light across Leo’s bedroom walls. download-platypus-the-games-download-exe
On his desk, Leo saw a printed page that he hadn't typed. It was the same sentence over and over again, filling the entire sheet: "download-platypus-the-games-download-exe" The file’s name was a mess of repetitive
The room went pitch black, and the slapping sound started again, moving slowly from under the bed toward the mattress. The platypus was still there, but now it
He reached for the power cord to pull it from the wall, but his hand froze. A wet, slapping sound echoed from the speakers—the sound of webbed feet walking on hardwood.