The Mysterious YouTuber

Announcement: Okay, I just want to say something before you can proceed reading this chapter – then again, you can ignore this, since I'm quite used to being ignored.

But, anyways, I'm just gonna say that this chapter took me awhile. I made four attempts on how the story continues, and finally, I succeed with this unfortunate writer's block.

Then again, my laptop decided to restart itself a couple of times. Thus, making me repeat what I have written last afternoon and evening (3/23/15). I would always depend on the AutoSave of Microsoft Word. But apparently, the little bitch decided not to do it.

I was fine with it, just a bit worked up. Today – 3/24/15 – I left my room with my laptop on; I took a small break and played on our main computer. Coming back to my room, my laptop had crashed.

I have to retype everything. AGAIN.

I'm just saying this cause I'm so worked up, this chapter took me eight days to be done with. Now, I have to redub everything on the live stream I've used – and I must say; the audio is really hard to understand.

But, let's get over with this fact – because I just wasted a lot of your time with my rant – and continue on with the story.

I hope you enjoy.

"I'm just gonna go now…" I uttered silently to Drew as I stood up, proceeding my way towards the entrance. I was hesitant, but I should keep in mind that Drew is still a playboy.

And currently, I'm the Fox of May.

I can hear Brianna gushing at Drew as he flirted, my stomach turned. I entered the house and sat down on the nearest seat that was available – which was the couch – I started processing the things that had occurred this year before it finally ends.

After a minute of sobering up against the couch, I felt the couch sinking down beside me, raising my head; it was Paul – holding up two beverages in both hands.

"Here," he murmured as he passed the cup towards me.

I accepted the drink as I murmured a small 'thank you'. I took a small sip – it gave a strong bitter taste – I realized that it was alcohol. "Can't stand it?" I heard Paul asked with a hint of concern.

"Well, despite that I'm doing a Drunk Minecraft series, I'm still not allowed to drink." I murmured shyly, "So yea, this is a kinda new to me." I continued as I settle down the cup on the living room table.

Paul nodded in awareness. "So," he soon spoke up, bringing up a topic. "How's the YouTube life for you? Since most of your friends are known through their faces. You're only known through your disguise." He continued as I bit my lower lip.

"Not to invade your personal space, but –"

"No, it's fine." I cut him off before he could apologize. "I could feel that I can trust you with some of my secrets." I smiled sweetly as I tried to take another sip with the beverage he gave me.

"The YouTube life, well, I don't really know." I started as he raised a brow, "It's like, I didn't care what people think of me since I'm hidden. Unlike for the others, mostly Red, Yellow, Leaf and Dawn, since they're –"

"Wait, Dawn is one of the unfortunates?" Paul suddenly cut me off.

A sly smile appeared on my face, but then, I should keep in mind that I'm Foxy right now. "You know her?" I asked confusingly as Paul explains everyone's relationship to one another.

Nodded in each statement he made, and then, I soon asked: "Do you like her?"

I can see his ears flusher in red; he didn't answer me – which made me shed a smile. "Your silence tells me that it's a yes."

"Well, she doesn't like me." He uttered as I raised a brow. "Well, I assume that she hates me since she called me heartless an unapproachable." He continued.

"Well, currently, you're quite straightforward." I answered.

"That's different, it came from different mouths." He spoke as I tried to refrain talking personally about Dawn's likes and other certain things.

"But my question is: Do you like her?" I confirm once again.

He looked at both entrances before answering a silent yes. I patted his back as I smile, "Well, since I'm one of her best friends. I can confirm you that she always talks about you during our break time." I murmured as he glanced at me. "I just never saw your face – not until now." I continued with a warm smile.

"And I must say, for a quiet guy like you, you're sweet."

"And for a mysterious person like you, you're nosy." He replied with a smirk as I laughed, taking another sip with my bitter drink.

Silence surrounded the living room, not until the hearty chuckles that was heard from the kitchen. "I guess the cake is almost done." Paul suddenly stated, getting up from his seat. "You wanna join them?" he continued as I nodded.

He offered his hand as I gladly accepted it, but as I rise, I could feel the strings of my mask loosen. My eyes widen as it finally fell, I let go of Paul's hand as he apologize while I hid my face.

I was still processing how or why it fell. Paul handed me back my mask – he couldn't help but to look at me – but as my anxiety taking over my brain and body, I took the mask with both hands, leaving nothing to cover my face as I've faced him – directly.

"May?" I heard him whisper.

Well, you could say my life was currently fucked.

Quickly, she took the mask and started tying the laces in a clumsy and nervously manner, stuttering on her words, which I have proclaim to be: "Please don't tell anyone about this."

I sighed at the poor girl's reaction, I took hold of her hands – telling her that I'll lace them together – she relaxed as the strings of the mask had been neatly and tightly tied together.

Foxy – or perhaps, May – stared at her own two feet with anxiety in her thoughts. It was so unlikely for her to do that, she must been so scared to have someone know her little secret. As I tried to calm her down, I spoke: "Let's just pretend that this never had happened."

"Never had happened," May repeated in a low voice, hinting a bit of anger shedding down to her emotions. "What you have seen, cannot be unseen. I'm in big trouble if everyone was here." She uttered silently, not wanting to raise her voice.

"All of our school mates are here. Heck, even Brianna is outside, if she knew, this would be a blackmail material for her." May argued, she was overreacting.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked, a bit bitterly. This conversation was pointless, May stood there in silence as laughter continued to roar inside the kitchen.

"Dawn's right, you are heartless." May uttered.

I didn't do anything, I didn't declare any sort of blackmail, I wasn't being rude – I sighed again, cutting myself off from my thoughts. For a known and mysterious celebrity, this is a nightmare for them.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, but it was enough for her to hear me. "How about this, I promise not to tell anyone about this. And you promise not to tell anyone about my likings." I stated as I felt my blood rushed through my face – remembering that our conversation was too casual.

She bit her lower lip as raised her hand for a handshake, "Deal, I suppose." She breathed in, "At least its fair…" she continued as I shake her hand for our deal.

We both sighed and went to the kitchen, trying to brush everything off from the sudden turn of events. For a serious YouTuber, May – no, I mean – Foxy can get worked up pretty badly.

Monday, 9:43 PM

"So Red is streaming in five minutes? That's cool." I uttered as I dragged my character to another location.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure that one guy said that and now there are eight thousand people on Red's channel saying: Where's Red? Where's Red?" Gold mimicked.

"Where is he?" I whined a bit. "He's… Usually doesn't get up another hour…" I continued.

"What are you waiting for?! Let me in!" Barry roared on his microphone, but we ignored him as the others chuckle.

"Oh, he tweeted, apparently." Gold stated with the proclamation.

"Oh, did he? That's cool." I replied sleepily.

"He's twittering his tweets." Brendan stated as he's character passed through me. "Well, I have a mission right now." I barked as I opened up my chat box.

"And right now, I'll be like, where's Red – He's online, he's awake, I guess." I stated as I noticed that someone threw a grenade at my character, "I'm getting killed," I whined for a moment.

I started typing in my message – while stating it through my microphone: "Red, hi. Hi Red, hi. Hi." I send my message with a chuckle along with Gold. "I'm inside the game." I stated, pretending that Red could hear me.

"You are now a fangirl." Gold confirmed through my actions. I smiled as I continued saying hi to myself before taking a long sip from my drink.

It has been a week since the event had happened between me and Paul; I didn't say anything about it to Brendan or any of my friends since I know that I'll be washed down with nervousness and whatnot.

Today is December 24; I'm in a live stream with Gold, Brendan, and some other YouTube Gamers in Starlight Academy. There are two more hours and seventeen minutes before midnight. We were just waiting for the others to arrive.

"You should just stream each others' stream." Drunken Brendan suggested, cutting me off of my thoughts.

I laughed, "Wouldn't that be an endless loop?" I asked.

"Yea… That wouldn't – I would hurt my head." Brendan had taken back his words as he bit his lower lip.

I laughed, "Wait, your stream is streaming his stream. His stream is streaming your stream, which stream is it?" I asked with a chuckle.

"And everyone is five seconds behind every stream." Brendan added, shaking his head.

Again, I laughed, "'I'm from the five second in future stream.' 'Well, I've been the past, there were cowboys.'" I acted out a scenario as we all snickered and laughed.

"Goddamn." Brendan uttered, rubbing his temples through his webcam.

Red's reply soon popped up, I smiled happily, "'Let the stream battle begin!'" I announce to everyone. "He does want a challenge." I spoke up as we all chuckled – again.

After three minutes – three minutes– I agreed to Brendan to ask Red to do the endless loop or streaming each others' stream. I started messaging him again – stating it as I did – "Red, I'm going to stream your stream. Would that be cool?" I send the message, chuckling to myself.

"Any stream you could stream, I could stream better." Silver called out.

"I could stream, streamer than stream." I continued his stated. 'I'll stream, your stream then.' Red replied as I laughed again, I was probably drunk or tipsy.

"Infinite loops, excellent, doing it," I replied quickly with a laugh. Taking out my browser, "I still have that rolling dice thing from my last stream." I declared as Brendan gave me the site of Red's.

Accidentally, I opened up Leaf's live stream. "Oh, I just pulled out Leaf's channel," I facepalmed, retyping in the site, but once again, I end up with a wrong channel. "That's not it, what am I doing?" I whined to myself as Brendan started chatting on how he's getting a headache.

But as I got it right – this time – I saw Red smiling as he was watching my stream, causing a loop of over streams all over again. "This is so confusing right now." Gold chuckled throughout my laughter.

"Dude, someone exhibited right now is having a heart attack." Brendan noted to me as I just continued to laugh. But soon, a commercial of an AD popped in.

"Haa, I love you Ads, Red." I declared, sighing from all the laughter I had.

"Somehow, we'll unlock time travel for this." Gold soon spoke up as I continued watching the AD, giggling like a maniac. "Don't like the AD." Gold added, before realizing that Red was watching us.

"Wait, he's watching his own AD…" Gold whispered as I broke into another fit of laughter. "He is watching his own AD." I repeated what he had said.

"Oh my Arceus, he's listening to us. This is bad." Gold stated, regretting what he had said. "Everyone say barrels." He continued as me and Silver said the vulgar word, looking at the stream of Red after the AD was done.

"That's pretty cool." Red stated in a monochrome voice.

"Stephano Barrels?" Gold added, curious at Red's reaction as we lightly chuckled. "Oh Arceus, its coming," Gold continued as we intensely watch him fix his audio.

I opened my chat box again and started typing in, "Red, this battle is ridicules." I stated, "Let's play already." I barked angrily in a soft voice.