I’m doing something in my work breakroom that you need to hear.

There’s this character from a cartoon. I don’t even know how to properly describe it except that it’s a drag queen devil thing. Red skin, black high heels, lobster claw hands, a red skirt belt, pink fluffy stuff around it, lime green eyes, black head and lips, pointy ears. The whole design is already a lot.

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But the real problem is the voice.

It has this weird, wrenching, high pitched, echoing voice that immediately makes my skin crawl.

One day I was walking past the TV at work and the character popped up. I instantly reacted like “ugh.” It caught my attention in the worst way possible. I pulled out my phone and started looking up clips of it, partly out of curiosity and partly because I couldn’t believe how uncomfortable it made me.

Now here’s where it gets worse.

I started watching these clips during my break at work. Just sitting there, scrolling, watching video after video of this character talking in that voice. I don’t even know why. Morbid curiosity, I guess.

That’s when I noticed my coworkers looking at me.

A couple of them actually asked, “What are you watching?”

And I had absolutely no idea how to explain that I was voluntarily watching clips of a cursed cartoon devil drag queen with a voice that sounds like it’s tearing through my soul.

So now I’m just sitting there, silently questioning my own choices, knowing full well I could’ve just… not done that.

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