This is part of a fanfiction trade with MinorSmile10!
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More than a year has already passed since Verbalase was dealt a uniquely devastating blow to his reputation. One that the self-proclaimed "beatboxer from Mars" had tried with all his spirit to "hide away" from the world. I am of course referring to his $50000 softcore femdom fantasy being exposed for all the world to see… As one YouTube comment so wisely put it:
"Imagine spending $50000 to show the world you're a bottom."
And, in all honestly, it's a pretty tame way for a Youtuber's career could fucking implode. Especially when compared to the many, MANY, more horrific things the various clout-whores that we call "entertainers" have done.
…But that's just it. No one, besides Verbalase's career, was hurt during his weakening. So by God, it was funny. And when something is victimless AND hilarious, it ends up being the perfect source of modern humor.
I mean, what could possibly top this? A YouTuber famous and respected for making cartoon characters beatbox against one another spends a house's downpayment worth of money on history's most expensive semi-erotic fanfiction.
Nothing could top that… Right?
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…Wrong…
-April 30th, 2025-
It was a seemingly normal day, just as things always are whenever something fucking big happens. Youtube was filled with gay-ass drama like usual and the various video consumers were watching it all. Upload after Upload, view after view, sponsor after sponsor…
It was the perfect monotonous day of repetition for something to shake things up. And would you know it, that shake-up would suddenly appear in the form of a new upload from Verbalase's channel.
Just by judging the abnormally low-quality thumbnail, which showed a blurry picture of Verbalase standing shirtless next to some unidentifiable short bond girl, and the impossible-to-read title, which looked like someone had repeatedly slapped their cock against a keyboard, it was clear this was not a normal Verbalase video. People immediately assumed it was either a leaked sex tape, or maybe even another expensive "passion project" being uploaded without his knowledge. Whatever the case, EVERYONE who saw the strange-looking video in their feeds clicked without a second thought.
…And oh boy, oh fucking boy, no one could have predicted the direction things derail in. They wouldn't even need to wait long, as the introduction immediately showed something was off.
Verbalase was tweaking like a paranoid addict while standing half-naked in what appeared to be a VERY cheap motel room. His bloodshot red eyes were darting all over the place. He was clearly paranoid about something, but still for whatever reason felt the need to make a video.
"Y-YYooo what's u-uuu-uuuhhh-uuup-up-up-uuuhhhh-" Verbalase struggled with his introduction, tweaking like a typical addict. "Wh-What's up, it's Verbalase! The-Th-The, the guy who made Thanos beatboxing! I wanted to show you all my new big project!"
Verbalase adjusted the tripod, pointing at what appeared to be an undressed blond woman sleeping on the motel room's bed. Though something felt… "Off" about her.
"S-so-s-so uhhhh, a-a-a-as you all probably know by now, I-I-o-or-r-or-uhhh wait, d-doddodo-do you all know? I-I think there was a video about it? Did I upload any videos yesterday?"
No one watching knew what the fuck he was talking about.
"Wh-What ever… All you guys need to know is that I've finally figured out how to make some quick cash to pay all that child support I owe Charlie!"
… A lot to unpack there. Well, now you know how the viewers at home felt after that bombshell was dropped. Of course, no one would get a chance to figure out why Verbalase thought he owed a cartoon character child support, as he was quick to clear that mystery up… Sorta…
"Oh, and to also pay my-" He looked all around the room again, specifically eyeing the door and windows. "-m-my super awesome and definitely not angry dealer for supplying me with all that Meth!"
Collective jaws dropped faster than Verbalase's bank account after hearing that. No one could have guessed he'd manage to develop such an extreme addiction since he had last uploaded three days prior. But even THAT was still NOTHING compared to what he'd drop on his viewers next.
"Alright, so I've been binge-watching Andrew Tate videos while doing a bunch of Meth and researching days worth of cartoon porn!" He pridefully admitted, as if any of that was something to be proud of. "And at some point during this Triple-Alpha-Effort, Andrew Tate started talking directly to me!"
It was worse than anyone watching could have imagined. Verbalase had slipped into a complete psychosis, with his only remaining connection to reality being Andrew Tate's """"""Wisdom"""""".
"He was stern, but honest about how giving strangers peanut butter blowjobs wasn't making me enough money! An Alpha-Sigma-Male, such as I, should be more focused on utilizing Beta-Cucks who love watching superior men bang women!"
Admittedly, some people were having the time of their lives watching Verbalase lose his fucking mind. Especially the BreadTuber assholes, who were jerking off and pegging themselves in celebration of their bully tactics finally pushing someone over the edge. For the majority though, not so much. Watching a man suffer a clear mental breakdown in real time was horrific. Many even blamed themselves, thinking all the ridicule and jokes were the true cause of all this.
"Oh and I know what you're all thinking, and no! I can't go around banging Charlie for all to see again! That's what got me into this mess!"
And with that, anyone on the border of guilt was now convinced they had a hand in breaking this man. Though his extent of "broken" had STILL not bottomed out yet.
"But don't worry, I found myself a new babe that's crazy enough to go along with my cuck plan! So please everyone, make some noise foooor-"
Verbalase yanked the blanket off the bed, revealing that the "blond woman" was nothing more than a short clothing store mannequin. Which was already a huge "what the fuck" moment for everyone watching on, even the people having the time of their lives. And then before they could figure out who "she" was supposed to be.
"-Tanya the Evil! YEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!"
While Verbalase was trying to act all hyped up, everyone who knew about Tanya was dumbfounded. And those who didn't know would soon join in on the "what the fuckening" after a quick Google search.
"That's right!" Verbalase yelled out, throwing his arms in the air like he just didn't care. "I got me a new crazy babe who's down for any hot kinky things I want! Speaking of which…"
He reached under the bed, pulling out a gross-looking jar of used peanut butter. And when I say gross, I mean GROSS! Just the sight of it caused a good amount of viewers to vomit.
"Now I hope everyone at home is ready, because we're about to get down dirty and lost in some hot kinky-"
Someone started beating on the door, causing Verbalase to literally shit himself out of fear.
"Ayyy Verb-Boy, I know yo-ass in there!" A raging man was heard yelling from the other side. "Better have my money, or you're gonna get yo shit rocked!"
Verbalase backed as far away as possible from the door, eventually leaving the camera's view.
"Oh-Oh God oh God ohhh God!" He cried out. "Tanya, we've gotta get out of here!"
The camera started shaking as Verbalase pulled it off the tripod. All while the drug dealer's rage escalated with each passing second.
"YOU'VE GOT 10 SECONDS BEFORE I START BLASTIN!" The man threatened. "AND IF YOU THINK I'M FUCKIN AROUND-"
The dealer fired a shot through the door, causing Verbalase to scream out in sobbing terror. He tried saying something, but it only came out as unintelligible whimpers.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! " The dealer began counting down, smacking his gun against the door with each count. "YOU HEARIN ME, NIGGA!? YOUR ASS'A-BOUT TO BE A STATISTIC!"
From what could be seen through the camera's perspective, Verbalase was frantically looking all throughout the motel room. Only stopping after finding a laptop buried under his pile of dirty clothes.
"Alright Tanya, I've got the essentials! Let's get our asses out of here before-"
"TEN!"
The dealer unloaded his clip on the door, creating a hole that he could see in through. Verbalase again cried out, quickly scooping up both "Tanya" and his gross jar of peanut butter in one arm. While simultaneously holding the laptop and camera in the other.
"Oh-Okokok! L-let's bounce, babe!" He yelled, rushing toward the bathroom window. "You first, I'll follow behind!"
He shoved the mannequin through the small window with little effort. The same could not be said for Verbalase, as he struggled to squeeze himself through. Thankfully for all watching, he managed to keep a tight grip on his camera. So at least all the viewers would get to follow along with their favorite beatboxer.
"YOU'RE FUCKIN DONE!" The dealer yelled out while breaking down the door. "YA HEAR ME?! YA FUCKIN HEAR ME?!"
It seemed as if this was where things would come to an end. The cheap wooden door couldn't possibly hold out any longer, and Verbalase had made little progress in squeezing out. At least, that was until the self-proclaimed beatboxer from Mars yelled out to "Tanya".
"Please don't cry babe, I've just gotta lose these pants, and I'll be down there in no time!" Verbalase went quiet for a moment, seemingly listening to 'her'. "I know they look good on me, but I can always buy another pair! We gotta make sacrifices if we're gonna get outta this alive!"
One last loud smash was heard, followed by fast-approaching footsteps. This was the final hit of motivation needed to kickstart Verbalase's fight or flight. Or in this case, pull and go, as he did just that to finally slip away to freedom.
He hit the ground butt-first with a hard thud, causing his shit-filled underwear to spray all over upon impact, and sent the camera flying a few feet away. It would land in just the right spot to give everyone a horrifying view of the aftermath. Not that Verbalase cared, as being covered in your own shit meant nothing to a man whose mind was entirely consumed by Meth and fictional pussy.
"T-Tanya!" He cried, rushing to 'help' his 'lover'. "Ohh Tanya, no bitch boy ass drug dealer is getting in between our love-"
"MUTHA FUCKA! YOUR SHIT GOT ON MY NEW AIR JORDAN'S!" The dealer hollered through the window, pointing his gun at the shit-covered beatboxer. "I'M GONNA BLAST YO DICK OFF, AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
The dealer tried to unload on the shit-covered man hugging a mannequin but forgot he used up his clip on the door. Verbalase of course freaked the fuck out once realizing how close he came to dying.
"Ahh shit!" He screamed, quickly scooping everything up before running off. "Come on Tanya, we gotta haul ass, so I can pound yours later!"
As Verbalase took off, the dealer was heard yelling in the distance. No one watching would care about that though. Once he got his camera pointing forward again, it revealed that the naked shit-covered beatboxer had ran straight into the downtown of whatever town he was at.
"Alright Tanya, now that we've escaped with my dick still attached, it's time to enact Andrew Tate's Sigma-Alpha Money Making Plan!"
Verbalase ran up to a group of guys hanging out on a porch. They were already giving him "what the fuck" looks before he even opened his mouth, and looked ready to fight as he got closer.
"Hey, you guys look like a bunch of betas!" Verbalase casually said, while looking like an unholy blend of ghetto crackhead, and weeb trash.
"...The fuck you just say?" One of the men replied, looking torn between wanting to beat Verbalase's face in, or getting as far away as possible.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a cuck!" Verbalase happily defended, while beginning to grind against the mannequin. "N-now- *moans* -wh-who want's t-toooo- *orgasmic moans* to watch me fuck this hot loli babe! I'll even give you cucks the half-off discount!"
The men were… Fucking horrified by the disgusting act taking place before them. Not terrified, mind you, as they all got up and started approaching the dry-humping beatboxer.
"Wh-whoa whoa whoa!" Verbalase blurted out, quickly backing away. "What's the problem here?! You're getting a professional service here for half the price!"
"Kids play out here, man!" One of the men yelled as they all kept approaching.
"I-I-I-I was t-trained by Andrew Tate!"
One of the men got close enough to throw a punch, but Verbalase managed to dodge while turning to sprint away.
"ANDREW TAAAAAAATE!" He screamed loud enough to distort the camera's audio, alerting everyone in the area of his presence. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT SORT OF HELL THAT'LL RAIN DOWN ON YOU ALL WHEN I TELL ANDREW TATE YOU CUCKS REJECTED MY DEAL!? CUCK MEN LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WHY-"
"God, shut the fuck up you shit-stained Urkel! One of the men yelled, already sounding sick of his shit… Both figuratively and literally in this case.
Despite how bad things were looking for the beatboxer from Mars, they were about to get so much worse.
"YOU AIN'T DODGIN ME AGAIN, NIGGA!" The drug dealer yelled, now back on Verbalase's trail. "BETTER HOPE THEY CATCH YOU BEFORE I DO!"
The people still watching thought for sure Verbalase was about to get capped here. However after a few moments of running had passed, it became apparent that the dealer was smart enough not to open fire outside for everyone to see. This didn't help the beatboxer's situation though, as being shot may have been more of a mercy than whatever that dealer had planned.
"Wh-What are we going to do, Tanya?! We can't outrun them forever!" He held the mannequin up to his ear, which caused him to start laughing after a couple of moments. "Great idea, babe!"
Verbalase suddenly took a sharp turn into someones back yard, hopping a fence in the process. The others would attempt to follow, only to be met with the sight of the crazed naked man breaking into a house through the open window. Soon after, he'd come across a woman in the kitchen who screamed the moment she saw him.
"Tanya, get that bitch!"
Verbalase chucked the mannequin at her, not accomplishing anything besides scaring her. However, he made sure to capitalize on "Tanya's distraction" by slamming the woman against the sink and dropping everything besides the camera in the process. Finally, before she could even attempt to recover, he grabbed one of the steak knives and pointed it at her.
"Alright, woman, you're gonna do exactly as I say!" He threatened, keeping the knife pointed at her while kicking the jar of gross peanut butter towards her. "Now first, open that jar of peanut butter while telling me your wifi password!"
The woman stared at the clearly unwell man, quivering in fear, yet also visibly confused by his strange requests. Even more so after realizing he was recording it all.
"Don't make me repeat myself!" He yelled with tweaker rage. "I'm not afraid to stab a bitch!"
She started crying, quickly picking up the peanut butter.
"O-Oh ok oh ok!" She cried, twisting the cap off the jar. "The password is 'Breakout6746'! Now please don't hurt me!"
Before he could give some Andrew Tate-inspired response, the group of men were heard entering the house.
"Ahh shit!" Verbalase exclaimed, quickly scooping up his laptop and mannequin. "Looks like it's now or never, Tanya!"
Verbalase took off into the house, quickly retreating into the master bedroom. He then barricaded the bedroom door with a dresser and other stackable objects. At that point, the men would attempt to bust in, but the beatboxer's barricade was doing its job for the time being.
"*sigh* There we go… Now, time to kick your plan into action, babe!"
Verbalase powered his laptop on. While waiting for everything to boot up, he pointed the camera at himself and "Tanya".
"Hey, so Tanya reminded me that I was still recording everything! Which gave her the brilliant idea to reach out to all of you for help!" He enthusiastically began to explain, all while the men could be heard beating on the bedroom door. "So that's what I'm going to do!"
The laptop had fully booted up, and Verbalase was quick to enter the password. Once connected, he went back to explaining what was needed from his viewers.
"First, I need you all to tell Andrew Tate that Tanya and I are in trouble! We can't handle these beta males by ourselves!"
Verbalase suddenly zoned out while staring at the barricade. It almost looked as if he was finally realizing how badly he fucked up. People watching on from home were particularly haunted by the look of horror on his face as he turned to look at the mannequin… Almost as if the beatboxer from Mars had finally realized that "Tanya" didn't actually exist.
…But then, he went back into his delusional psychosis, continuing on with his S.O.S. to all that would be watching his video.
"And second, I'm going to need all cucks in my audience to donate to my for the chance to watch me and Tanya get it on! Now be sure to like, comment, and subscribe for more!"
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…With that, the video came to an end… And no one would ever hear from Verbalase again…