Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26376061-20170320075632

The room is dark, the light of the screens being the only defense against the pitch-black emptiness threatening to overtake the space. Against the wall is a group of monitors, eleven in total, all displaying various scenes. The beanbag chair in front of the harsh light is occupied by a girl, eyes glued to the screens as all eleven of them stare intently. "...He looks so cute..." The girl takes another handful of popcorn, raising it to her lips as she continues to gaze at the scenes before her with a look of infatuation clearly visible on her pale face. "8 AM..." The screen shows a man, sleep clouding his features, wake up and go through his morning routine. The girl's face colors as he steps into the shower, the camera immediately switching to the interior, showing everything. "12 PM, Noon...lunchtime..." The man eats lunch on another screen, talking with a co-worker as he munches a sandwich. He says something humorous, and both girls, within the screen and without, chuckle softly. The man's co-worker's wings flap as her hand comes to rest upon his. "...Hmph..." The Gazer frowns. Surely he couldn't be...seeing that woman? Her thoughts take a dark turn, before she interrupts herself. "Real time...so adorable when you snore like that...aww..." The man is asleep, lights off, although the moonlight streaming through the window in the bedroom provides plenty of illumination. True to her word, he is snoring softly. The woman rubs her eyes. "...ugh...way too much screen time...sorry, honey...I need some sleep..." She shuts off the monitors, the bowl, empty except for a few kernels, forgotten entirely as she stumbles up the stairs into her bedroom.

The man wakes up, oblivious to the events of the past few hours. He begins his morning routine, stepping into the shower, completely unaware of the blushing form that moans loudly as she too begins her morning, the beanbag chair she's in already soaked as her eyes take in the scene on the screen. Her eyes widen as realization hits her like a truck. It's Saturday. She's nearly going to be late if she keeps this up for much longer. She rushes to get ready as the man hurries as well, both worried about a deadline that is fast approaching. The man steps outside, walking to a now familiar park, and is soon joined by a slender, pale form, eyes darting about excitedly. They begin to talk as they walk. Nothing unusual. They reach a bench and sit, the girl placing her unusually large purse on the ground. Suddenly, a kid on a bike flashes past, impacting the bag. Luckily, the child is only jostled by this, and continues on his way without crashing. The purse, however...isn't so lucky. It tears open, spilling the contents all over the ground. Photographs. Hundreds of them. All showing the man. Sometimes including her, but he is the main focus of every picture, some of which are even drawn on, little notes and shapes, mostly hearts, decorating their surfaces. Most of the photos are from points of view which would normally go unnoticed, such as behind cover, inside of alleyways, and even from the windows of his house. The girl screeches like a Banshee, racing to pick up each and every picture, all but confirming them as hers.

You are the man.

What do you do? 