Danco

== The Shadow of Danco ==
It was a busy Monday evening. I had just returned home from school. The weight of the day pressed down on my shoulders, but not like a warm, comforting blanket. No, it was a suffocating, dark heaviness. The house was empty, as usual. My mom was at work. My dad... I had long stopped wondering where he had gone. The loneliness had grown inside me, like a tree whose roots dug deep into my heart.
I decided to turn on my computer, hoping to find some relief. There was this Minecraft world I used to play in years ago, when I was just a kid. Something drew me to it that night—maybe it was the desire to relive the good old days, or perhaps just a need to escape. The world took a while to load, and in that time, I went to the bathroom to clear my head. When I came back, the world had finally opened, but... something felt off. The old, joyful atmosphere was gone. Maybe it was just me. After all, I wasn’t a kid anymore, right? Things should feel different now.
I played for a bit, trying to shake off the strange feeling in my chest, but nothing seemed quite right. Then, I saw it. A figure, standing still in the distance. At first, fear gripped me, but then I noticed that the LAN was open. I hadn’t realized it before, but seeing it eased my nerves. When I was younger, my friends used to come over and play Minecraft with me. We’d connect through LAN. Maybe this was just a distant echo of those times.
I approached the figure. As I got closer, a sign suddenly appeared in front of me. It had just one word on it: "Danco." Danco? I’d never heard the name before. A stranger, yet somehow familiar. I needed to know who this was. I typed into the chat, "Hello, Danco." No response. But silence is still an answer, isn’t it?
I was alone. Maybe Danco could fill that void. I typed, "Follow me." Deep inside, I was craving some kind of connection. I wanted to show him my perfect house. And he didn’t reject me. He began to follow. For a moment, I thought I had returned to my world. Like before... maybe I had found a friend again.
We arrived at the house. I showed it to him with pride. Then, I left to gather some food, wanting to bring him the best I could find. For him. But when I returned... the house was gone. It wasn’t destroyed or exploded. It had simply vanished, as if it had never been there. But Danco was still standing there, watching me.
A surge of anger rose inside me. I wanted to blame him, but at the same time, I couldn’t. Could Danco have erased the house? I felt a strange attachment to him, but this event was shaking that trust. My fingers pressed harshly against the keyboard. "If you destroyed the house, that’s not cool! Why didn’t you tell me if something was wrong with it?" I typed, almost accusingly. Maybe a friend would admit to a mistake.
I didn’t wait for an answer. Suddenly, the screen flickered. A faint glow blinded me for a moment, and it felt like the world trembled with me. My head spun, and the reality beyond the screen blurred. When I opened my eyes again, Danco... was in my room. He had stepped out of the game, standing right in front of me.
I didn’t want to question how Danco had come here. The thought chilled me to the core. Every time my mind started to wander in that direction, something inside me tried to distract me. His presence was wrong, and I knew it. But my mind was forcing me to ignore the fear.
Danco... wasn’t breathing. He didn’t blink. And yet, somehow, I could still understand his facial expressions. It was as if he was alive. But he carried the stillness of something not meant to be. My throat tightened again, and I forced out a dry, shaky voice. I was scared, but I didn’t want him to see that. So I offered him a chair. Made some tea. But there was no sugar. And for a moment, I felt a small void inside me. Maybe the sugar could’ve made him happy. But I hadn’t noticed it.
Danco took a sip of his tea, and his expression shifted. Something was missing, and that absence had touched him deeply. His eyes locked onto mine, but it was as though he wasn’t looking at me—he was staring into something deeper inside me. Rage filled his face, suddenly.
"Danco, I forgot to put sugar in the tea, I’m sorry. I can make a new one if you want," I stammered, my voice trembling. But by then, it was too late. With a sudden burst of anger, he threw the teacup at my head. The cup shattered like a lightning strike, exploding in my mind. I collapsed onto the floor, my consciousness flickering in and out. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him. It was as if he didn’t belong to the room, but rather to the shadows within it. My mother was gone. And... so was Danco.
While I was picking up the pieces of the broken cup, I was trying to convince myself that what I was experiencing was a dream and that the cup had accidentally fallen on my head and broken. I kept saying, "Nothing that just happened was real!" After collecting the broken cup pieces, I threw them in the trash and took a piece of paper and a pen. I started drawing Danco, visualizing his appearance in my mind.
Danco had a very complex face, but his facial expressions were clear. The facial expression that stuck in my mind was the angry one, so I drew Danco's facial expression like that. When I went to school the next morning, I showed everyone the picture I had drawn and asked them if they knew Danco. 98% of the people I asked said they did not know this person. 2% said he looked familiar but did not know him exactly.
Days had passed, maybe weeks. Danco’s presence had taken over my mind. Every person I showed the drawing to either recoiled in fear or dismissed it as nonsense. But I knew… or at least, I thought I knew. I had seen him. He was real, wasn’t he? 
According to my calculations, almost two months had passed, and it was Friday. As I was walking home down a dark street, I heard footsteps behind me, but when I looked back, there was nothing. The closer I got to home, the closer the footsteps seemed to get, and then, just as I reached my front door, a hand covered my mouth and dragged me to the back of the house. When I looked back, I saw him. It was Danco. After two months, I saw him alive for the first time, and then he started to strangle me. I began clawing at his arms and hitting him with my hands, trying to make him release my throat, but it was no use.
Then I began begging God, "God, please give me one more chance!" as I still struggled to free myself. But soon, I passed out from lack of oxygen. When I woke up, I was in my bed, and I thought it had all been just a dream. But there were finger marks on my neck and my neck was bruised. In that moment, I realized Danco's goal wasn’t to kill me but to make me suffer until the day I die—and he enjoyed every second of it.
After that, I wanted to understand why Danco was so sadistic and why he treated me so cruelly. Memories began to surface in my mind—the moment he destroyed my home and the instant he stepped out of the screen into my room. Maybe I had really angered him, but I had offered him tea. When he realized there was no sugar in it, he got furious and threw the cup at my head. But why had Danco been so angry over a cup of tea?
As I pondered this, it struck me that perhaps it wasn’t just the tea. Maybe it was a reflection of deeper feelings—disappointment, rejection, or even the remnants of his own bitterness. The lack of sugar became a symbol of all the little things he felt deprived of, and in my small oversight, he saw a betrayal. Danco's rage wasn't just about the tea; it was about everything he had lost, everything he could never have.
This made me think that Danco had suffered a lot in the past and allowed me to empathize with him in a way. He had the chance to kill me, but he didn’t. Maybe that showed there was still some goodness left in him. Perhaps his cruelty was a mask for his pain, a way to cope with the hurt he had endured. In that moment, I realized that understanding his suffering might be the key to breaking the cycle of torment. If I could reach that part of him, maybe I could change our twisted connection and find a way to coexist—or even escape.
The next day, I logged back into Minecraft and started rebuilding the house that Danco had destroyed, hoping to summon him. I knew he would come back to destroy it again. With each block I placed, I felt a mix of fear and determination. This time, I wanted to confront him, to understand him better. I hoped that by rebuilding what he had destroyed, I could somehow reach him and show him that I was willing to face the past. Maybe this time, instead of chaos, we could find a way to build something together.
I finished building the house, and about four hours later, I saw a figure in the distance. Excitedly, I waited for Danco to destroy the house, but when I heard whispers with a mix of Latin and Spanish accents, that feeling of excitement turned into fear. That accent belonged to my father, who had abandoned me and my mother. He was of Spanish descent, but where he grew up, most people spoke Latin.
The sounds were incomprehensible, making me wonder if my father had a lost brother or if there was some other family connection I had never known about. In a rush, I typed into the chat, "Are those whispers coming from you?" My heart raced as I awaited a response, torn between the familiarity of the voice and the terror it brought.
I was in shock. I stood up from my chair and lay down on my bed, trying to gather myself. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Danco sitting in my chair, staring right at me. My throat tightened, a lump forming as panic started to set in. I grabbed the stick I kept by the side of my bed, slowly rising to my feet, carefully stepping away from him. With a shaky voice, I asked the question again, "Were those whispers coming from you?"
Danco's gaze was chilling, like he was looking right through me. His silence only made everything worse, amplifying the tension in the room. My grip tightened on the stick, but deep down I knew it wouldn’t protect me from whatever he had in mind. 
I saw Danco trembling on the right side, as if he was struggling to hold himself back from attacking me. As the shaking intensified, he tightly gripped his right hand with his left. I understood then; I could never be friends with Danco. I knew he didn’t have the intention to kill me, but I had experienced just how powerful he was. He was strong enough to choke me unconscious in seconds, and that thought made me grip the stick tightly. I prepared my reflexes for the possibility that he might charge at me at any moment. The tension in the room was palpable, and 
Danco sprang to his feet, and as he did, a chill ran down my spine. He began to walk slowly towards me, and instinctively, I started to back away. Eventually, he cornered me, trapping me against the wall. I managed to stammer out, “I-I understand the problem between us, b-but we can f-forget this!”
Suddenly, he tightened his grip on my left arm and opened my palm, placing a piece of paper inside. My mind was racing, confusion clouding my thoughts. Then, in an unexpected move, he thrust his hand into my mouth, pushing down to my throat, trying to rip my tongue out. In a panic, I positioned the stick in a way that allowed me to strike him squarely in the face. The impact startled him, and I seized the opportunity to sprint towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it, but Danco was pounding on the door with tremendous force. My hands were shaking as I gathered all my important belongings—my computer, phone, school supplies, and clothes. I quickly climbed out of my room's window, adrenaline fueling my movements.
I sprinted to catch the bus, determined to get to my aunt's house, which was about 50 kilometers away. The thought of putting distance between myself and Danco gave me a glimmer of hope.
I managed to board the bus, and once inside, I unfolded the piece of paper Danco had given me. It read, "Harem Frigidi." Confusion washed over me—what did it mean?
After a long journey, I finally arrived at my aunt's house. As soon as I got settled, I opened my computer to research "Harem Frigidi." My heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity. Was this some kind of warning, or did it hold a deeper significance? I needed to find out more about it and uncover whatever connection it had to Danco and his twisted intentions.
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