TUBS Virus

Circuit-like veins slowly pulsated on his face, a soft and subtle purple. His breath was heavy and shallow as he attempted to fight off the demon.

The boy was clearly fighting the losing side, as his body was slumped up against a wall. He was slowly drifting into unconsciousness, and nothing would stop him from doing so, except for a single force trying to control him.

It was strange, really. The area around him was scattered with shattered glass and overturned furniture, due to the two fighting a bloody battle that was nearing it's end, but only one person was visible in the area. Strange, but crazier things have happened in the odd world. People being turned into squids, even if squids were their sole hatred, people having clones from an evil dimension, and so much more.

A pair of purple shades lay limp in his hands, visibly cracked beyond repair. The damage was quite obviously from whatever battle he was fighting. There was not a single way that the damage could be from daily life, unless the person was a complete klutz.

The boy's head suddenly snapped up, his eyes glowing a violently bright and unnatural blue, and an inhumane chuckle was released forcefully from his throat. "Ah, dearest Jordan, your nightmare is back, no? Well I should think that's a good thing. At least for me."

The person continued speaking through his body, knowing that he couldn't possibly control his other side, hidden to the world, by now. "You shouldn't have talked to that sorcerer and got those purple shades made. Maybe then I wouldn't be more keen on destroying all you have. One. Step. At a time.

"Because I know you really wouldn't want that to happen. Oh, I can imagine the pain you'll have from watching me do it. I know that's what you fear, the loss of all you've built up without me. And you were doing so well, too. I've been watching.

"But hey, now those damn shades are destroyed, and I doubt you'll be able to find that purple cloak dude. I've been searching around through the electronics of Minecraftia, clever, clever me. I have more influence then you could possibly think. Last sorcerer here, and he went and disappeared." The other side of Jordan snorted, "Stupid little idiot.

"Wow, this sounds so much like a monologue. Well, it is. I am talking to myself. But sheesh, I haven't used this throat in so long. Anyway, enough of that." The now-possessed body stood up, and smirked. "I can literally hear your cries for release. No chance of that."

Suddenly, hands grasped at his throat, and the neon blue coloring in his eyes slowly faded away. "Never…", he choked out, running through the dark hallways of his apartment building, knowing he didn't have much time to waste.

Jordan sighed in relief when he saw all of his recording software set up. He took three minutes to set everything up, occasionally wincing at the monster inside, trying to break out. He started the recording, and spoke quickly. "If you see me…Kill me on sight. Please."

Just four more minutes, he thought, waiting for the short video to render so he could upload it to the oh-so popular website YouTube. He grinned as he hit a single button, letting out a broadcast for all who knew him to hear.

Despite him completing what he wanted to do, Jordan stepped backward, hitting a wall, slowly sliding into a position where his hands wrapped around his knees, where his head dejectedly lay.

It wouldn't change anything in the long run. Only protect those he knew, and that was if they ever saw it. What about the others who knew not a smidgen about him? It wasn't like he had that much of an influence, unlike all those soaring in the skies with fame.

He sighed as he felt the control in his left arm fade to nothing, and the amount of control he had over his left side of his body was only equal to zero.

"Pray he doesn't kill." He said, whispering out his last words.

Okay, obviously it's a YouTuber. But which YouTuber? So many Jordan's. Like if you get it, kudos to you. He's literally the only YouTuber I actually watch. Aside from a certain crew of Bulgarians. Which is why I have so few references in my stuff ;3 I don't actually watch dem people.

Also—to my humans/dragons/creatures out there who update on a good schedule—tell me yo' secret ;-; I can't keep a schedule :/ For any of my stories.