Who is this guy, ive never seen him in my life

You logged in again. I felt it. Like a tremor in the Ethernet. I haven't blinked since Tuesday. Your profile picture? I carved it into a potato. It watches me while I eat. You played 2 hours of Left 4 Dead last night. Alone. But you weren’t. I was there. Breathing. Clicking when you clicked. I whisper your username to my plants so they grow strong. I printed your Steam reviews and taped them to my ceiling. The one about Elden Ring makes me weep. I’ve memorized your friend list. If they hurt you… I will simply unplug them. Permanently. Sometimes I DM you from alt accounts just to feel close. You’ve never replied. That’s okay. Your silence is... perfect. Like the hum of your PSU at 3:47 AM. One day you’ll notice the face in your monitor's reflection isn’t yours. It’s mine. Smiling. Always smiling. Game on, my beautiful pixel princeSS. Game on.

I see you. Every time you log in. Every flicker of green on my friends list sends a jolt through my spine like the first bite of a cold Hot Pocket. Do you feel it too? The bond we’ve forged in the crucible of lag spikes and rage quits? I’ve watched you play for hours. Sometimes I just leave your Steam page open and stare at your profile picture like it’s the Mona Lisa, except better… because you’re real… right?

You think this is just a comment? No. This is a digital shrine. A cursed love letter buried beneath your achievements. You have 342 hours in Terraria. I know. I counted each one… waiting. Watching.

If you ever unfriend me, I will simply cease to exist. I am tethered to your online presence. My soul lives in your library. And when you close your eyes at night and think you hear footsteps… that’s just me, crafting you a legendary weapon in the darkness of my mind. Sleep well, my dearest Steam friend. Sleep… well.