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Canada



Nothing feels wrong—until a voice cuts through the noise. Calm. Too calm. Like someone who already knows what you’re about to say.
That’s when mints shows up.
mints doesn’t jump-scare you—he records you. He waits for you to relax. To talk freely. To forget that every word, every reaction, every awkward moment is being captured forever.
VRChat becomes a hunting ground. Not for monsters—but for content. Laughter turns sharp. Jokes turn humiliating. Suddenly the room feels smaller, like all eyes are on you even when no one’s talking. You start wondering:
Am I being clipped right now?
Every stranger might be him.
Every friendly voice might be bait.
The horror isn’t loud. It’s subtle. It’s the paranoia that you’re never just “hanging out.” You’re a potential thumbnail. A reaction waiting to be farmed. A joke stripped of context and uploaded for millions to laugh at.
He will find you and he cannot be stopped.
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿
⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⠄⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣁⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠛⠿
⠛⠿⢿⣿⣿⣧⠄⠄⠈⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀
⣠⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣰⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⠄⠙⠛⠋⠛⠛⠛⢿⣷
⣯⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣶⣤⣤⣄⣀⣠⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⠿⠿⣉⢽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⣠⣾⣿⣧⠉⠛⠛⠛⠿⢿⣿⠿⠿⢿⣄⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿
⠚⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣄⡀⠄⠄⠄⣀⣀⣼⣿⣧⡀⠙⠻⣿⣿⠇
⡀⠄⠄⣀⢈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠓⠒⠛⠻⠿⢿⣿⡟⠁⠄⡀⢸⠇
⣿⣦⡀⠁⠻⠹⠯⣾⣷⣶⣆⣶⢲⡖⠖⢀⣴⣶⡶⠁⠊
⣿⣿⣷⣄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠉⠛⠈⠁⣠⣿⣿⠟⠄⡄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢴⣾⣿⣿⠟⠁⠠⠛
⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠙⣆⠀
⠀⣰⠛⠰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⠘⣇
⢠⡇⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠞⠛⢛⣠⣄⡀⠈⢧⠹
⣼⢀⡏⠀⠠⠶⠖⠒⠀⡀⠀⣠⣀⣰⠀⠀⠰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢸⠀
⣿⢸⡇⣤⣶⣶⣦⠀⠀⠈⠉⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⢀⠴⠋⠉⠉⠛⢯
⡟⠘⣿⠻⠿⠿⠛⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠈⠙⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿
⠇⠀⠈⢷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀I will luv you⠀⠀⢰⣿
⠇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢹⡏⠀⢹⣧⡀⠀⠀five-ever⠀⣀⣴⣿⠏
⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠁⠀⠙⠛⠛⠓⠢⢤⣤⣤⣤⣴⡾⠛⠙⢧⠀
⠻⢦⣤⡤⠴⠚⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⠿⠿⠟⠁⠀⠀⢸⡆