Chapter 100: What Now?

                                    

                                          



Game over? I stare at the screen and credits in awe. Finally, I take off my headset and place them next to me. My hair stuck to my face of sweat and tears, making me conscious of my appearance. " Wow, what a game, am I right?" I chuckle towards the camera. I sign off with a signature goodbye, and turn the camera off.
                          
I stumble to the bathroom, and washed my face. When I peered into my reflection, I heaved out a sigh and walked away, not bothering with belittling myself at such an ungodly hour. I edit my video and spaced them out on the queue for uploads.
                          
 I browsed the internet and saw more videos uploaded by Aphmau. I love her characters, but I don't know about the plot anymore... I scrolled past it and watched a different person instead.
                          
I'm just a Youtuber who can't get their shit together, that's all. I texted in a group chat to see who would want to collab for a video.
                          
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You: Hey, who's up for a collab? I need someone to sacrifice to satan
                          
Jack: idk but we could do something maybe next thursday?
                          
Mark: I'm on holiday so...
                          
You: Well fml
                          
Jack: Hahaha XD
                          
Phil: Dan is having an existential crisis over me eating his cereal again so no luck
                          
Phil: but maybe next week?
                          
Phil: It could be a Dan and Phil Crafts episode! featuring you of course
                          
You: I'll think about it ;0
                          
Cry: I'm free whenever bby ;))))))
                          
You: Maybe I'll do a collab later
                          
Cry: D:
                          
Cry: Y not bby? We could go kill some hoes together if ya kno what I'm sayinnn 
                          
You: lmao alright bb cream, let's do it
                          
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You skyped Cry and greeted each other as usual. " Dude, that game looked like it fucked you up." Ryan laughed on the other end. " Yeah, well, I feel like it did. I just ate a whole refrigerator of food." You responded.
                          
You and Cry continued to plan for tomorrows collaboration, joking while you wrote down notes. Something flickered on your screen and you looked up to meet Ryan's gaze. " Hey, There's something important you should know..."
                          
" Well what is it?" You stared at him expectantly. " W-Well, you know the Virus persona? I'm gonna sound insane, but I'm pretty sure it's real." His expression was freaked out and wary.
                          
 " What makes you say that?"
                          
" I've--" His voice and screen didn't get to finish as it distorted into a horrifying sound. The screen was frozen, but pixelated to another person. " Holy shit, is it on? Shut up Anti. Well sorry--- H̪̤̥̻̙̓̑ͭe̵̸̲̱̱͇̊͑͛͑l̝̲̫̜̻͔͌̈l̶̜̦̄⃗o͙͇̫⃖̇ y͓̦͑/̫͂̾ͦ́͐ͦ̌n̳̙͈̲̝͂͂͆̆̄᷉̈̉. I see you're aliVe_ and well."
                          
" What the fuck? Is this a prank Cry?" You stared at the screen in horror, " Don't be so rude, I'm V͛⃖i⃘ིr̨̺̪͆͛̅ͅǔ༙s̷̝͈̗̣͒̒͑ͣ̌́᷉͜!͔͖͍͍ͧ᷉ͭͯ͊ͦ̏́̀C̐ͮ͋̓rẙ̶̮͍̊͋ͨ͛͘ to you, Missy." The voice had a backdrop of dis configured mumbling and voices that echoed. " Anyways, I thought it'd be f̺̜̲̰̫᷉̂͐ͧ̏ͅu⃣n̛͍̥̬͔̼͕͍̹͛̽⃡ͭ᷉ͩ̌ͪ to pop in and say Hi."
                          
" Well Hello to you too." You grumbled in annoyance. The screen zapped back to the original call, and you were met with a worried friend. " Y/n! Oh my god, are you alright? Something just happened and I don't know if--" 
                          
A crash could be heard downstairs, probably in the kitchen. Ryan was dead silent and when you looked at him, he was terrified out of existence. " I'll be right back." You got up to head out of your room. " Take a weapon, it could be a murderer you know.."
                          
" Or a creepy stalker." You grabbed a spare baseball bat from your closet and headed down the stairs as quietly as possible. You heard incoherent curses as the figure's footsteps stumbled into another piece of furniture.
                          
You took a deep breath before running out to attack the intruder. You were so prepared to beat the shit out of the guy, but paused as you saw the flinched stranger.
                          
" Zane?"