Vega | Autoclicker

But that night, he heard a sound from his computer. Not the fan. Not the hard drive. A precise, metallic click coming from the speakers, even though the game was off. Click. Click. Click.

He deleted Vega. He burned the file. He reformatted his hard drive. vega autoclicker

Leo’s blood ran cold. He looked at the time on his monitor. It was 11:45 PM. He looked at his phone. It was 11:45 PM. He looked at his wristwatch. It was 11:45 PM. But that night, he heard a sound from his computer