The back of your house is silent, lampposts on the streets and your open bedroom window upstairs acting as the only light source there was.

It's been a solid five minutes since you ran out the door, still in your pajamas. Going back definitely isn't an option.

"It talked." You mumble to yourself like a maniac, laughing. "It talked."

Your hair's sticking to every direction as you pace around your backyard, biting your nails.  It's cold out here and the cotton material wasn't doing you any favor.

Inside, your brother's probably doing some sort of sacred ritual for his blog-or could be asleep. You hope it's the latter. Heaven knows the hits he'd get from you if you find out it was him messing around at three a.m in the morning.

Then again. That would probably be better.

Groaning, you tug your hair again as you fall into the mercy of disbelief.

A Few Days Prior

Books were everywhere. On your desk, the bed, the floor-everywhere. And what's worst is that you had no one else to blame but yourself. Even though you had been fully aware that exams were around the corner, you still chose to binge over your favorite drama. Now look where it got you.

On your desk scribbling some main points prior to exam day.

You envy your brothers chilling on the couch downstairs. Lucky brats already enjoying their summer break while yours had yet to come.

Nibbling the tip of your pen, the devils in subject decide it'd be fun to rub their free time on your tired face.

You continue to scribble down the list of things you plan to memorize, ignoring the noise entering your room.

An echo of tsk follows the creak of your door before Hansung strides towards your desk to stand behind you. He towers over, focused brows trying to catch those pointers written down.

And huffs.

Hansung's the brother who would pretty much vouch for a friend's party than stay cooped up at home. Only recently did he dye his hair a vibrant shade of red. Should he have colored it a different tone, you'd bet your mother would kill him.

It doesn't take long before Haneul abruptly slides himself between Hansung, sending him tumbling back, so that he's the one peering through your shoulder instead.

Now, this brother's personality can chase the rain away. Always positive and smiling. If you had to choose your favorite amongst the two, there's no doubt in the world you'd pick him. But of course, you'll never tell that to his face.

They may differ in personality but their manly pride can all together skyrocket out of this world.

You ignore them.

Haneul stares at your notes for a good few a seconds before leaning closely to your ear to whisper. "I told you it was a bad idea."

"I know." You hiss back in a whisper too before shoving his face away. After sending you a little glare, he redraws to give you space.

You didn't need anyone reminding you it was a bad idea. You already knew the situation you got yourself into the minute the drama had ended.

Still staring, your other brother, Hansung, rakes his slender fingers across the scarlet of his hair as he says "We're here if you need help memorizing you know. "Then proceeds out the door with Haneul.

The offers tempting but you seriously doubt they'd be of any help.

This boys tend to get bored easily and abandon the things they start. Like that that dog house Hansung started building for Lucky only to leave it with a missing roof. You remember crying your twelve year old eyes out that day. The last thing you had expected from your fourteen year old mean brother would be sympathy. The guy simply told you he was tired before entering the house.

Poor puppy wouldn't have a home outside the house; You remember thinking. But lucky for your lovely Maltese breed, Haneul was there to finish it.

And so you've learned that one brother starts and the other finishes. The universe probably wanted to make this set of twins unique one way or another.

You, however, still don't trust them at all for this. They may work good together as an individual or team, but after what happened last time, you promised yourself to never ask them for help.

Only in special occasions.

-

Your brains completely drained.

"I want chicken."

Haneul, who's been busy tapping on his phone, snorts in amusement. "Didn't you just say you were tired?"

And you are. But even with your spine pressed down, you don't consider the tightness and position comfortable enough for you to fall asleep in.

"But I'm hungry too." You push on.

"Okey." Responds Haneul. "I'll get you some when we arrive home. Try to get some sleep."

You don't think you can wait that long, Stubbornly, you kick the roof of the car with your leg, earning you a warning growl from Hansung who's driving. "Do that again and I swear you won't get chicken or rides for the rest of your life Y/n."

Meanie.

As Haneul works to hold in his laugh, you huff and turn to your side so that your back now faced your brothers.

So you got attitude. Perks of being the youngest. Haneul's eyes soften as he stares at you from the mirror.

"You made her sad."

"I'll get her food. Problem solved."

And like always, food had resolved the little conflict.

Later that afternoon, with your brother doing their usual jog in the park, an unexpected mail comes knocking on your house. Opening the door, you're surprised to find a box just sitting there.

You look around for the missing mailman, finding nothing but the empty streets of your neighborhood. Too tired to think, you sigh and eventually decide to just bring the item in. Should be a couple of minutes now before your brothers arrive.

Kicking the door shut with your leg, you take the box straight to the kitchen.  It's already dark outside, past eight in the evening actually. So as you make a sharp turn across the hall, you stare idly at the item in your arms. You've never heard of late delivers before. A new update maybe?

Carefully, you placing the box on the counter before walking up to one  of the drawers in search for a scissor. Apparently, the box had been specifically addressed to you from your sister who's currently in Japan.

You pierce, strip, cut the tapes out and after a minute of mild struggling, finally the box's opened.

"A...laptop?" Weird. Maybe a gift to congratulate you for an exam well done?

Maybe not..?

It's been a long hectic day today and you wanted nothing more than to just rest your mind. You'll call your sister tomorrow to tell her that the package's already arrived.

You give yourself a nod as you let out a yawn. Taking the box again, you stride upstairs to ready yourself for bed. Right after checking if the computer worked or not.

A few scratches had caught your eyes above the silver linens, while some letters had faded with time it seems. Your guesses she bought a second hand laptop. Not that you're complaining.

It still look good.

Apart from the weird app that literally froze the whole screen when you tapped it, nothing was out of the ordinary.

You just broke your somewhat new computer though. Great. How were you gonna tell your sister this? Knowing her, she'd probably give you an hour worth lecture through the line.

"Whatever." You'd deal with this tomorrow. And with that, you abandon the broken device and head over to your bathroom.

By the time you finish your night routine, you hear the door creak open from downstairs, soon followed by the voices of your siblings. Judging by the enthusiasm in their tone, you know for a fact that they had their camera out.

They hush down a little when they reach close to your door, knowing all to well not to disturb you when in bed.

You get cozy under your duvet, sleep luring you in like a sirens melody. It doesn't take long before darkness claims you whole.

A Few Hours Later

"Pssst."

"Pssst."

"Wake up."

"Hey!"

That noise. That annoying, deep noise. Groaning against your pillow, you turn and tiredly kick your leg. You're still stuck between dream and reality when you force your heavy lids to open. Checking the time beside you, you grumble in dismay seeing that it was only three in the morning.

Even in a half conscious state, you still get really irritated by the simplest little noise.

"Wake up!"

Oh that's it. Completely fuming, you tear the duvet out of your body before practically jumping towards where the switch was. If this had something to do with your brothers, you were gonna shave all their eyebrows off. They know how much you loved your sleep.

You trot angrily to the corner of the room, still dense with your surroundings but emotions in full guard. Although you resembled an angry bear on the outside, on the inside, you were crying your heart out. A peaceful sleep was all you wanted. Why was it so hard to obtain?

Just as you're to turn the lights on, you notice the computer you had left frozen was working again. It didn't show the desktop though, instead, a white screen. And on those screen were bold letters. Or at least, a bunch of letters that were quickly forming a sentence.

"Finally! I thought you were dead." It read before a voice booms out.

You flinch back, before quickly rubbing your eyes. Was it just you, or did that computer just talk? Impossible. Then again, it is a Mac Pro so it should naturally have Siri installed.

That's probably it. You weren't going crazy. But even if you did, you'd most likely make yourself believe that all this was a dream.

A couple of ticks cuts through the silence, rendering you frozen again. What kind of computer types on its own?

"Come here." It suddenly says as your eyes nearly escaped their sockets. "Y/n, I said come here."

It...It knows your na-...

Oh no it didn't. The computer starts to flicker all the while releasing some static sounds. You remain statue-like beside the door as you watch the scene unfold.

A small beam of light shoots out from the computer screen and whatever just escaped, was now in your room. In front of you, stood something with a figure of a human. A hologram..?

It had limbs, fingers and a head. But no color though. Texture didn't exist either. It was green, and had this electric-lightening effect shooting through its green translucent body. If one should even call it that.

You squeak.

It's back had been facing you all this time, so when it slowly starts turning to face you. Your soul decides to leave the house.

"Are you just gonna stand there or what?"

That thing...didn't have a face!

It's like a virtual slenderman standing right in front of you. You're scared. Like the screen, you've gone pale, completely white. So with no exchange of words, you unlock your door and bolt out like tomorrow never existed.

"It talked."