Hey guys here's another one shot and this one is based on the increased hate count on Mitch's channel. If you haven't noticed ( I have) there has been a massive and I mean massive increase in hate on his channel or its spam. The hate is where people call him a money whore or a unfunny prick and stuff like that. This story is what he could experience if the hate gets worse.(if he takes it to heart which he could)

This is by the way based in the real world and Minecraft. So what I mean is they are in their skins so Jerome is a bacca and so on. However they are in the real world with computers and no monsters. Comprenda? No? Oh well onto the story.

Mitch's POV

A smile made its way onto my face as I looked at the prank video uploading. The prank was where Jerome and me had pranked Seto, Adam and Ty with water + whipped cream which caused a white mess. It had got everywhere! Although it really pissed the others off especially Seto who complained about how long it will take to get out of his cloak and hair. I laughed lightly and tiredly, it was 1 in the morning so you couldn't blame me for being a little sleepy. It was a good day. For me anyway. Hahaha.

After the video finished uploading I watched as the views skyrocketed. My smile got bigger, wow I have a lot of faithful fans. Well that I is what I had thought. I read the first comments and my smile quickly disappeared and faded into a frown. a sad frown.

WTF is wrong with this guy? He just ruined someones clothes with whatever the fuck that mess was.

This person has some serious problems.

What a worthless prick. Who wears a checkered hoodie nowadays. And what is with his entertainment its so dated.

What a bloody money whore. Its is so obvious that this is staged. How the fuck did he get four millions subscribers?

The comments carried on and on. Was my hoodie really that dated and what about my entertainment. Did people really think I was a worthless prick? I carried on reading the incoming comments until one caught my eye. This one scared me forever.

This dickface should just kill himself. No one would care. Especially his so called friends. He really is all alone.

My eyes widened sharply and I took a deep intake of breath. Was I really that worthless? I felt a sharp need for pain, for punishment. I wouldn't kill myself not until I was sure no one cared however I will punish myself. I look around my simple room. It had a bed and a desk with some shelves that contained books and other things that showed me at my best including a picture frame that contained me and the furry Jerome. I looked at it for a second before going to the bathroom that was joined to my room. I didn't know however that I had clicked on the comment and enlarged it.

I walked into the dark bathroom. However i forgot to lock the bathroom door...

Then sharply walkover to my cabinet and take out a fresh razorblade, I stare at it for a moment and take out the blades. I take off my hoodie leaving me in a white short sleeved shirt. I hold one blade to my pale wrist and felt the cold metal sitting on top of my skin.

"Come on you pussy don't be scared." I mutter to myself. I don't however hear my bedroom door creaking open and the paws creeping on the carpet towards my desk.

I press the sharp blade into my skin and hiss at the pain but sigh soon afterwards from the relief that flowed after it. I watch as the blood flowed off my wrist and onto the tiled floor. I was about to press the blade down again until my bathroom door banged open revealing a frantic bacca. Who made me freeze and drop the blade on the floor which made a small clang on the floor.

"Mitch what did you do?" Jerome whispered quietly, walking over to me and grabbing a small bandage and a disinfectant wipe. I just stayed silent and watched as he took my wrist with his soft paw and wiped the blood off my wrist with the disinfectant wipe. I hissed again in pain. He started wrapping my wrist when I heard more footsteps run to my room and I saw through my open bathroom door the rest of team crafted walk in looking worried. They saw the open door and their faces changed when they saw Jerome finishing bandaging my wrist. Their faces were a mixture of shock and sadness.

"Mitch..." Ty muttered. He walked through the door and straight up hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and just cried. The rest of team crafted joined in the hug and I just wondered.

What would happen now?

There we go and have a happy Christmas everybody. Tell me if you want a sequel of what the team will do to help Mitch but everyone please stop hating on him.

See ya later my fellow wolves.