*Based on* [a YandereDev deepfake video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtFP6kYph48)

 You’re sitting by yourself at home, completely alone, just staring into the abyss, doing nothing. You’re waiting. Suddenly, your doorbell rings. You pop back into reality and go walking towards the door, cautiously. You look through the peephole, but nothing is there. You open the door, and a single package has been placed on the doorstep, even though you haven’t ordered anything in a while. It’s a yellow manila envelope that you’ve seen many times before. You take the package, close the door, and slowly start to open it in your kitchen. The scissors cut through the top of the envelope, and inside you see a black mass. You pull out an old VHS tape.

There is nothing written on it, nothing that tells of its contents or origins. You’re skeptical. Who would do this? Is this a prank? Am I safe? But something inside of you tells yourself that this is a tape that is worth watching. You don’t know if it’s bad or good until you watch it, right? The curiosity sets in, and it’s unsustainable. You NEED to watch this tape. It is necessary. So, in a bit of a careful and uncertain manner, you walk to the kitchen to your living room, where an old VCR still stands on the entertainment center.

You press the power button on the VCR, and the glow of green outlines the button, signaling that the device is on. You then grab the remote and turn on the TV, switching from the typical cable channels to the VCR channel. Finally, you grab the VHS tape itself, and slowly start to shove it into the VCR.

The first signals of life pop up. The grain, the plain blue screen. Then, the tape finally it starts, and the face of a young man, not more than 25 or so years old, stares into the camera, quietly. Large nose, curlyish hair, a smile that tells you all you need to know. As the tape goes on, a noticeable song start to play. You remembered this song from long ago, when it would always play on the radio, but this time, it’s a lot slower, and a lot deeper than what you remember. The tape continues to progress, and the man starts singing.

“I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two”
“Lying awake intent at tuning in on you”
“If I was young it didn’t stop you coming through”

He was singing pleasantly, nearly, and nicely. At the same time though, the eyes of this man penetrated your skull, your body, your soul. You were paralyzed with dread and fear. You were on edge, just waiting for him to pop out and take you through the screen. But even after all these emotions, you kept watching, as if he himself commanded you.

“They took the credit for your second symphony”
“Rewritten by machine on new technology”
“And now I understand the problems you can see”

The same emotions you felt the first time around stayed, but this time they intensified, almost unbearable. A couple tears drew down your cheek as you were stuck to your seat.

“I met your children”
“What did you tell them?”

All this time, the man seemed to be mocking you. Smiling brightly while you were there scared for your life, wondering when this would all come to an end. He didn’t care, he was just singing away, while you were forced to watch and listen.

“Video killed the radio star”
“Video killed the radio star”
“Pictures came and broke your heart”

With each line of lyrics came an even greater sense of dread and sadness as before. It seemed like, at the end of all of this, you would be dead, from one thing or another.

“And now we meet in an abandoned studio”
“We hear the playback and it seems so long ago”
“And you remember the jingles used to go”

As the young man sang away, swaying back and fourth in pleasure, the sirens outside started to go off. Something was happening. You didn’t know what, but all your senses told you that you needed to get out of there immediately, to find somewhere safe, but you couldn’t. You needed to watch this tape. Everything depended upon it. As the sirens of your city went off, you continued to watch in agony.

“You were the first one”
“You were the last one”

These two lines spurred a sense of utter dread that you have never felt before in your life. This wasn’t just some regular prerecorded tape of a man, this was a man that was speaking directly to you in the present moment. To your soul and spirit, telling you what was happening. Them, something came upon you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it at first, but it was there all the same. What it was, you didn’t know right now.

“Video killed the radio star”
“Video killed the radio star”

Your senses the moment prior finally came to you in a wave. Finally, you knew who this man was. What the purpose of this tape was. This man was not just some ordinary human. He was beyond human. He has all the qualities of a human, but he has a spirit that we beyond all the humans of earth combined. You finally knew who this person was. It was God. It was the almighty creator himself.

Before you could take this all in, the sky turned to black. The bright day of before turned into almost night. The sun became a blood red color, and the sirens roared ever louder. But you didn’t know this. You didn’t care anymore. You were fixated on the man on the screen, which you came to know as God. As the world you knew collapsed all around you, the dread, the sadness, the anger, the pain, all of it came ahead of you. But of course, you couldn’t do anything now. The sweat release of death was inching ever forward and as quick as light.

Your final thoughts were spent thinking about why God himself would do this to you, to the world? What did we do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve this? The final lines of the tape, of God, came out of the speakers, louder than all the rest before.

“In my mind and in my car”
“We can’t rewind we’ve gone too far”