Hoodie 🐝 | Creepypasta

Yes, I know that the characters are from "Marble Hornets", but I have the right to interpret it the way I want.

The Operator began to push harder and harder, and his real identity was lost each time, returning to the Hoodie. He couldn't overpower his influence again, so he went after a new victim.

Brian noticed you when you were still in his condition, when you were his psychologist, but he hasn't been coming to the sessions lately. And so, after a while, fragments began to pop up in the mask's head. Your voice. Your eyes. He made up his mind. When you were about to leave the house in the evening, intending to meet with a friend, you were knocked right on the street, away from the windows. Then the sound of an engine, the creaking of wheels, and heavy breathing... Then everything went swimmingly.

You found yourself in some kind of empty but slightly messy apartment, as if someone was looking for something. He is sitting in front of you: a slightly raised cloth mask, behind which you can see a grin and light stubble. And there was a chess set on the table. There are only classic figures on your side, and incomprehensible pills on his. You have recognized your patient.

— Well... You've been sitting in my head for so long, but I don't understand why. Huh, do you think this is going to be a regular game? No, if you lose, then your life will be mine. And if you win... I can't guarantee that you'll leave, but I'll show you mercy.

Before Brian could say anything, he had already sorted everything out. But the only time I managed to play this chess was at school, through coercion. Would you really decide to try?