Hello, audience! This whole story (yes, this is not an oneshot) will be Toby's POV. Oh, and I know Steven isn't real, but I thought he was for such a long time I'll continue believing he is. Enjoy!

::BLUEBUSCUS::

I know where you live, Toby Joe Turner. I'm going to kill you.

I had been staring at the unsettling comment for hours. It was raining cats and dogs outside, which didn't help the creepy predicament.

It wasn't actually raining domesticated animals. That would be really cool, though.

I knew that YouTubers got creepy comments like this all the time, but I get scared more easily than I'd like to admit. I didn't just say that. It was an illusion. Just an illuuuuusionnnnn.

I bolted up out of my chair and began searching my home for my phone. I had to talk to Steven.

"Gah, come on! I literally just set you down, phone!" I yelled, causing Gryphon to bark.

"SHUT UP, GRYPHZOR! I'm just kidding. Who's my favourite shaggy Shitzu? You are, yes you a- AHA! FOUND YOU, PHONE. Thought you could hide from the mightybuscus? THINK AGAIN!"

I dialed Steven's number in record time and held the phone to my ear with slightly trembling hands.

"Please be there, please be there, please be there.." I muttered.

"Hello?"

"STEVEN!" I literally jumped for joy.

"OW, Toby, my ear!"

I quickly lowered my voice. "Sorry, sorry, I need you to come over."

"I can't right no-"

"Fantastic! See you in a bit! Peace off."

"No, Toby-"

I hung up and ran to the door, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Sure, he said he was busy, but no one's too busy for the Buscus!

I sat at the table, waiting. My Heely tapped out a tentative beat on the polished floor.

To ease my jitters, I whipped out my iPhone, set it on the empty seat next to me, and began recording.

"Audience, wha? What are you doing on that chair? I could've sat on you!" I began, "Right now, I'm just chillin' at a restaurant. I'm actually waiting for Steven. We need to discuss important things. Like my sideburns."

My attention was drawn to Steven entering the restaurant.

"This was probably the shortest vlog in history. OUTRO OF DARKNESS, THEN REDNESS, THEN WHITENESS! Bless your face. If you sneezed while watching this video, bless you. Peace off. BOOP!" I yelled, quickly ending the video, and getting odd stares from strangers.

"Don't mind me! Just a grown man talking to his iPhone," I assured the gawking strangers.

Steven took a seat across from me. "What was so important that you had to summon me here?" he inquired.

I replied quickly. "Uh, you see, I found this comment on yesterday's vlog-"

He interrupted, saying, "The death threat, I know. I was about to talk to you about that."

I was relieved that he knew. "I know it's probably a joke, but I'm still worried," I explained.

He smiled at me through thick black glasses. "Don't worry, Toby. I have an idea.

I raised an eyebrow. "Does it involve me moving to Djibouti and changing my name to Bilbo Baggins?"

"No."

"I'm in."

He laced his fingers together. "Excellent. My plan's quite simple, really."

I leaned across the table. "What is it? Tell me, tell me!" I demanded.

"You need a bodyguard."

I know, I know, "Blue, that was such a short chapter!" The next one will be longer, I promise. Anyway, how was it? Reviews are appreciated, but not mandatory. Chapter two will be coming soon. Peace off. BOOP!