Panic finally flared in Elias's chest. He reached for Alt+F4 , but his keyboard felt sticky, as if honey had been poured between the keys. He looked down. A thick, blue viscous liquid was seeping out from underneath his laptop's chassis.
He looked back at the screen. Huggy Wuggy wasn't on the pedestal anymore. The screen was black, save for a small chat box at the bottom.
A heavy, fur-covered weight landed on Elias’s shoulders from behind. The smell of old plastic and copper filled the room. He didn't turn around. He didn't have to. The "highly compressed" version of the game had finally finished unpacking—right in his bedroom.