The Quahog Breach

It was just a typical late-night binge. The same episodes I had seen

a thousand times before. But then, the animation changed. Peter stopped moving.

He just stood there, staring at me through the glass. I thought it

was a hallucination until I heard the screen crack. A real hand was pushing through

the pixels. Then came the others. They didn't walk; they skittered like

insects, their bodies far too solid for things made of light.

The room filled with a laugh track that sounded like a thousand screaming voices.

They weren't characters anymore. They were home. If you hear a giggle from