OOPS. I posted the wrong document earlier! Sorry! Anyway, dang, I got really good advice in the reviews. :3 Thank you, guys. Yeah, I'll try my best not to make this girl stereotypical. But now I'm not very sure what would be considered a stereotypical person. Of course, this won't be one of those fanfictions where things happen too fast or too much like a fantasy, but otherwise, help me out here! XD

Adam's PoV

The girl left to go visit other places in Minecon, seeming obviously dazed after my request to meet her up. I prayed inside my mind that nobody else, besides TC, saw my interaction with her. I mean, it sounds unfair, right? I help out this one girl just because of her condition. What about my other viewers who are handicapped? But, I've never seen what she had before. Sure, there are eye color things like heterochromia with different colored irises, but… that's normal eye colors. Like, fiery orange with grey swirls? Blue could be normal, but it had pure white speckles. That's insane.

My mind swirled. Has she seen a doctor? Any scientific reasoning? I should ask this all later. I glanced up at an approaching fan and took a deep breath. I have to get that confrontation out of my mind. I picked up the pen I had left on the counter and smiled brightly at the boy who walks up.

~The final hour of signing passes by~

I lightly toss the remaining pens into a cardboard box, chatting along with Ian. I gazed shortly around the building, making sure everyone was gone. "I'll see you later, man. Heading back to the hotel before it gets dark." Ian says to me. I shrug and wave him goodbye. I wonder why he left so urgently. Maybe something happened? But he grinned and me and walked away. And that's when I realized why he left. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned around. The girl was standing there, looking at me wide-eyed. "Hello again." She says. I blink, making sure she wasn't fake, and then guided the girl back to the now empty counter. I sat down and she stood in front of the table.

"So, what's your name anyway?" I ask, wanting to have something to address her.

The girl taps her chin. "Well, whoever I told my story to called me Yoom."

"Yume?" I question.

"What?"

"They probably mean 'Yume.' You know, 'dream?'" I explain. I learn some things from anime.

The girl pauses and stares at me. "Why would they call me 'dream'?" She asks. I shrug.

"Maybe you should tell me your story before you ask me any questions." I say sarcastically. The girl tugs her beret.

"I have an important question, though." She says. For some reason, I felt intimidated. "Why are you asking me about this? Why would you randomly choose a fan to meet up with after the Meet and Greet?" Yume asks, this time, a little sternly. Damn. That's a difficult answer. Or, no, it's not difficult; it's just… embarrassing to admit it? I mean, my reason isn't very… reasonable.

I cough. "Um, I was just curious about your eyes… You're not lying about colored contacts, right?" I press.

"What makes you think I can afford colored contacts? I don't have parents, I might have stated before." Yume mutters. Right.

I plead: "Can you just tell me your story? Maybe then, everything will make sense." She sighs, and at last begins.

"You see, I don't know much about my life, actually. I woke up, maybe a couple years ago, underground. Underground, I know, strange, right? And for some reason, I remembered nothing but knowledge. You know, average knowledge, like how to cook, clean, work, I'm not even sure why. I didn't understand why I knew how to do these things, but I didn't remember anything else. But when I analyzed my surroundings, I saw an iPad. I opened it up, realizing it was set on a page. You know what that page was? YouTube. And it was on your channel."

I stared at her in disbelief. At first, I didn't believe her. And Yume seemed to have sensed this, so she continued.

"Averagely, I began to watch you regularly. Eventually, I knew I had to find a job, so I found a job at this hotel and been working there since for money. I became addicted. To you. And to the others, of course. So I saved up to come to this convention." She finished. I blinked. And then again. This had to be made up. Had to be. But… she doesn't have parents. And in some bizarre way, it ridiculously made sense.

"You didn't tell me why your eyes are like this."

Yume jumps. "Oh, er. I don't… know. I just woke up… I guess… with them." She says, understanding how crazy her story was. "Okay, honest, I don't believe my own story. But… it's true." She looks up at me. "Do they look weird? Abnormal?"

I couldn't respond to that. What was I supposed to say? What, they're incredibly abnormal, but they look nice? Hey, that's my honest opinion! I instead, stood up.

"I'm taking you to the doctor." I declare. Yume looks at me like I was insane.

"What?! You're taking me… to the doctor? YOU?" She shouts. I could tell she was more thrilled than shocked. "SkyDoesMinecraft's taking me to the doctor." I heard her mumble in sheer excitement. I guess her inner fan-girl came out a bit. Do I really have that effect on fans? Or were they just acting? I shrug, and smile at her.

"Eh, I know it's weird, but hey, it could be serious." I look at her dead in the eye. "I don't want any of my viewers to die." I say with absolute concern. Yume seems blown away for a second. She blinks rapidly.

"I-I don't know what to say. You really don't have to do this, you know." Yume blurts out quickly. I turn around, and smile at her.

"I know. But, I'm not a selfish asshole. At least, I hope people don't see me that way."

Is the girl cliché? Too stereotypical? Too Mary Sue? I don't know! Please, explain to me. XD Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter!