Group: Elder Things
Member No.: 32
Joined: 9-April 09
I'm not entirely sure if this qualifies as a Creepypasta, but I guess it's surrealism might be disturbing to some.
Oh, also, NSFW-ish.
My girlfriend has a TV for a head.
I never really thought much of it, though. Her parents are pretty big on bodmodding, after all (I couldnít tell which one was her father and which one was her mother when she first introduced me to them). Sure, they say modding doesnít affect the gametes, but hey, the worldís a pretty weird place when you think about it. However, Iíve gotta admit, having a fully functional machine for a head is a little odd.
Sometimes people stare at us, but they usually just let their eyes sink back into place and go about their day. And if they donít, Jess just flips through her channels and gives them something to really stare at.
One night, while making love to Jess, I was fondling her buttons. Iím not sure what it is, but something about someone else flipping through her channels gets her incredibly hot. I usually donít look for anything in particular, however, this night was different. I kept flipping until I reached what was once one of her static channels. I found what I was looking for.
Jess was, understandably, taken aback. ďWh-whatís that!?Ē she gasped. She took a moment to view her screen (donít ask, I donít know either).
ďItís us,Ē I said, pointing to the rather discreet camera I had installed last night.
ďWhy would you do that?Ē
ďI donít know, it just sorta came to me. What do you think?Ē
ďIÖI think Iíll have to sleep on it.Ē She flipped to a static channel, the droning fizz was all that could be heard during that awkward pause. ďGood night,Ē she said, flatly, while curling under the blankets. She left the static on.
I laid there wide awake, staring at the ceiling, at the camera, letting the white noise fill the room. If she doesnít like it, Iím taking it down, I thought to myself. Though, to be honest, I really, really hoped she wanted to keep it.
The next night, Jess flipped straight to the recording. I honestly canít describe the experience. Maybe itís just narcissism, but thereís something very arousing about watching you and your partner making love while making love. Itís a cerebral arousal. I donít think Iíve ever felt it before.
I week later, she played the other recording. This trend continued every time we had sex. I could see layers and layers of us on screens. I swear I could still make us out on the smallest screen.
We rolled off of each other, each of us very satisfied. As I was dozing off, I suddenly saw something flicker on the ceiling, a brief flash of an image. Maybe I was just imagining itÖ
Another night. Itís happening so frequently now. Itís so familiar, too. The new layers are starting to look old. Repeated.
I canít remember what I did today, or if I even woke up at all. Iím just here, with Jess, again.
I tried talking to her. All I could hear was a mash-up of all the previous recordings.
Iím with her every night, every moment.
But I miss her. Oh god, I miss her.
What layer is this?