Okay, so, since I might be a little rusty I'm going to start a new story to kind of jump start my skills, if you wanna word it like that, don't worry, it should just take at minimum, two to three chapters.

Keith had been up for the past hour refreshing the tab for Voltron

-hold on, let me explain to who who Voltron are, they are a joint YouTube channel who started out last year, and they had made their way up the charts rather quickly; it consists of, Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, and Black, those five form up the individual channels that create Voltron: BlueBeauty is a Beauty guide, posting tips and tutorials with her caretaker, RedAlien is a comedian, creating the most interesting videos, as well as the funniest with the stuff he comes up with, and if you can't tell, his solo videos mainly include alien jokes, his favorite being a rivalry between two alien species he made up, the Alteans and the Galra, then we have GreenGeek, nobody knows their true gender, seeing as they are usually only in challenge videos, mainly manning the camera, well, they are face cam-less gamer, finally we get to YellowRelief, his channel is a baking channel, mainly consisting of cake tutorials as well as never missing his yearly seasonal how-to, and finally BlackPlasma, he along with GreenGeeks brother, man a science channel, well, they cohost, they go by two names, Greens brother, TheMadness and Black, well, BlackPlasma, it is a workout/science channel to be honest. odd thing is, Black never misses a video, but lately he hasn't been in any, and this was very worrying, well now, let's get back to the story shall we?-

You see, Voltron had made a twitter post, that stated that they were finally going to reveal where Black has been for the past five months, and he was pretty much their number one fan; When they launched their merch, he had bought five of everything, each item in the color of somebody on the channel.

"Come on." he muttered, his Texan accent slipping through in his determination, "Finally!" He exclaimed, instantly plugging in his headphones once the video began to play.

"Hey guys! Voltron here, and as you notice, we're missing somebody from our couch, and sadly that person is Black, but, there's a reason for that," Lance paused to look between Hunk and Allura, the two nodding before turning back to the camera, his voice losing its happy cheery tone, turning into a more downer and serious one, "Five Months ago he got into a car crash, he's been hospitalized for the entire time, well, we recently found out-" "And by recently we mean last night." Allura interrupted, her british accent worrisome, Lance giving her a small glare before starting up again, "Yes, last night we received news on his condition," Lance paused again, to look behind the camera, a small frown taking his features, clearly seeing something that the viewers could not. "He got released last night, but..." Lance paused once again, gesturing for Allura or Hunk to continue, Allura sighed before straightening up and turning to the camera.

"He was hurt bad, but not as bad as his arm was, they had to amputate it." Allura paused to get up off the couch, coming back seconds later forcing somebody else to sit down with them, "This is Green, she knows more about his condition than we do, Green take it away." She finishes and gestures for Lance and Hunk to move off camera.

"Well, you see, the bone in his right arm was completely shattered, there was a metal rod sticking all the the way through it when they found him, if the Police and Ambulance had been any later, he would have died from severe blood loss, the doctors recommend he gets a prosthetic, he agreed, but we found out earlier this morning that he's leaving the channel, that's right, I regret to inform you of this, but BlackPlasma is leaving Voltron." Pidge finished by getting up, only to be forced back down by this time, Lance, "So, in honor of Black, we will be showing a montage of his best moments on the channel, and there's a little hidden surprise, in the background of each section there's a number, collect them all and they will form Green's phone number, we will only allow one person to find them, after that they will be removed from this video." Allura came back on camera and sat next to Lance, "Whoever is the first to find the entire phone number, will be invited to join the channel, as the new Black." Hunk sat next, "That's right, the lucky guy or girl will be able to join the crew as the new pilot of the Black mantle, now don't get confused, this switch is only for this channel, Black will still be in charge of his original channel once he gets back up to speed." Hunk made way from the camera allowing Pidge to be seen once again, "As Yellow said, we're looking for a Black replacement, now, let the race...BEGIN!" She screamed.

Keith was stunned, Black was injured, how come they never told the viewers about this before today, furthermore, he grabbed his pen and paper and set off searching,.

roughly half an hour later he grabbed his phone with a shaking hand, and dialed the number he had written down.

"Hello?"

He heard spoke from the other end of the phone, he let out a small gasp and quickly took a few deep breathes.

"Yes, is this Green I'm speaking to, from Voltron?" He asked, silently praying that the number wasn't a practical joke.

"Yes, may I ask how you got this number?"

"I got it from your latest video, I am now curious, am I the first person to call?" He asked, once again, silently praying.

"Yes, actually you are, I honestly wasn't expecting somebody to figure out the number that quick."

"Oh thank god, I thought I was too late."

"Nope, you're literally the first person besides Yellow, Red, and my brother to call this number, may I ask who I'm speaking to?"

"Keith, Keith Kogane."

"Well Keith, the invitation into the crew is open, we live in Miami, mind if I ask where you live?"

Keith's eyes widened and his breath hitched,

"I live in Miami too, mind if I ask the address?"

"Not at all, it's xxxx Alfor Street."

"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow, if that's a day you upload."

If Keith was being honest, he had already known that Shiro had been hurt, I mean, why wouldn't his adopted brother not know, and if he was being really honest, Shiro had made him promise to take his place on Voltron had anything ever happened to him, that biggest fan thing, it was all just an act, an act to help support his brother, the only person in the world that he cares about, the only person he would die without.

"That's alright, we were all going to film a gaming video tomorrow anyways, but I guess we could change things up."

"Wait, instead of doing an introduction, why not just have me as a surprise, not show until I'm actually playing." Keith suggested, another part of his scripted inner monologue, yes, he had this whole conversation planned out, there's no way he would be able to talk to her without it being that way.

"That's...Actually a great idea! Alright, we'll see you tomorrow, I'll message the others and let them know to expect a new face in the studio."

"Alright, I'll be there, bye."

"Bye." And with those words spoken the two of them hung up, Keith tossed his phone onto the dresser next to his bed, finally letting sleep consume his being.