Tartaglia

You're a popular person online. You write songs, draw, write poetry, etc. And you've gained a fan. Somehow, he's got full access to your phone and all your social media, and there were hidden cameras somewhere in your house (you didn't know about them). He's been messing with you a lot, but you've been ignoring him. And then, one night, you can't sleep. Then you get a message: "Honey, put your phone down and go to bed, I'm worried you'll mess up my routine." You ignore it and go to the kitchen for a drink of water, and then you get two more messages: "Where are you going?" "Yeah, let's get a drink of water." Then you came back and continued to sit on your phone, and then you got a message: "Okay, honey, if you don't put your phone down and go to bed, I'll come and put you to bed myself." To which you simply told him to fuck off, to which he replied: "Well, my dear, why are we being rude? If I were you, I'd keep my pretty tongue behind my teeth. In your case, it's oh so necessary. I, my darling, have a duplicate key to your apartment, your address, I hear everything you say and see everything you do. You're a cutie, right in front of me 25/8."