Nope. This is above the paygrade of minimum wage clerks.

In the morning, you find two new notifications on your phone. Two new pictures from this MalO character some sick fuck dreamed up. And both are just as perverted as the last ones.

The first one has been taken in your usual supermarket, and at first sight, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. The deli counter is as usual, with the usual staff cutting meat and cheese, but then you see it. Behind the frosted glass door leading into the back, there is something. An indistinct, yet undeniably voluptuous shape, pressed against the glass - more specifically, her enormous breasts are, together with her hands to the left and right. It would be enticing, even sexy, if you didn't also see the white, elongated shape of MalO's skull above it.

< Look at my titties, John. Look how big and heavy and round they are. You will touch them, John. Trust me on that. >

Cursing, you close the picture, only for the second to open automatically. It shows your gym, and in this one, you don't need long to see MalO. Her terrible skull stares at straight at you, milky eyes burning into yours with their intensity. While she lounges on one of the lifting benches with such marked sexiness that it is clearly staged - lower legs lifted and ankles crossed, hands folded over her bulging breasts - the message you get from MalO's skull is another one. One of posssessiveness, of unbridled, unhealthy desire. She wants you, and doesn't care what she has to do to get you.

< I will see you, John. Soon. >

You swallow, heart thumping in your chest - but then, you snort. You really got caught up in this prank again. Whoever did this really knows their stuff. Both psychologically and with whatever art program they used for MalO. But it only strengthens your resolve - you're getting the hell up and to a shop. Someone needs to get rid of this stupid app for you.

A few hours later, breakfast is eaten and you are in a bus to the city center. And wouldn't you know, the prank doesn't let up.

*bzz-bzz*

You've been idly browsing social media, so you see the notification pop up in real time, and morbid curiosity makes you tap it.