The video timestamp suddenly accelerated. The 30fps slowed down to a crawl, frame by frame, until the image of Jackerman began to smear. The bioluminescent sludge in the jars started to leak out of the glass, but not on the screen—a dark, glowing liquid began to seep from the bottom of Elias's monitor, dripping onto his keyboard.
"Day 412," Jackerman’s voice crackled through the speakers. He sounded hollow, like a man speaking from the bottom of a well. "The subjects have begun to mimic the frequency of the observation equipment. They aren't just reacting to the light anymore. They are recording it." File: Jackerman_Lab_Experiments_1080p_30fps.mp4...
Elias tried to push back his chair, but his legs felt heavy, like lead. He looked down and saw his shins were pixelating, turning into jagged blocks of green and black code. The video timestamp suddenly accelerated
The video reached its final second. The screen went black, leaving only a line of white text in the center: Upload Complete. "Day 412," Jackerman’s voice crackled through the speakers
On the screen, the empty chair in the corner was no longer empty. A figure was sitting there, wearing Elias’s favorite grey hoodie, staring at the back of Jackerman’s head.