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“Greetings, my name is IcedIris! and welcome back to…” A young lady sits in front of a computer screen and a video camera. Her long black hair squished under a wireless headset. Her blue eyes focused on the platform game on the screen. “Die bitches!” there’s a noise outside of the room, “BUSY COME BACK LATER!” the knocks continue, “I don’t want any cookies...and no I don’t have time to talk about our lord and savior!” the knocking ceases and she continues with the platform game making it to the next level and ending her video. “That took...like two hours so I’m going to stop it there. Thanks so much for watching and if you enjoyed the video or my lovely voice then click the like button and maybe subscribe? See you later guys!”
She turned off the camera and went to her bathroom when there was another knock at the door. With a heavy sigh she proceeded to take out her colored contacts revealing her natural onyx orbs and took her black hair off to show her short brown hair with black highlights.
The knocking continues, “Just a minute!” Opening her door reveals...nothing but an envelope on the floor. She picks it up and takes it inside, closing and locking her door. The brunette opened the letter carefully. Inside it read:
Ren,
Give us another chance, I promise I’ve changed. You hold my heart. I can’t move on, I’ve tried...take me back please.
~You know who
‘Fat chance asshole.’ She stuffs the letter in a box that has others like it all from her ex boyfriend becoming a stalker.
It’s around midnight, Ren decides to make a quick snack and then edit her video. On her way to the kitchen she notices that in a hurry to get to the door she forgot to put her wig away. The brunette hangs it on a hook next to her bright red wig in the cupboard, closes the doors, and hangs her robe back up to hide them.
After her snack of chicken salad she mentally notes that she needs to go shopping soon, then proceeds to her office for probably the remainder of the day. Before uploading the video to YouTube she puts posts on Facebook and Twitter, telling all of her subscribers that a new video is up and that she hopes they enjoy it.
Her phone rings but she makes no move to see who it is. Seventeen missed calls, all from one person just this week. Finding herself annoyed she does one of the few things to unwind; watch one of her favorite YouTubers. Already a smile is playing at her lips when she notices he has uploaded a new video.
All of her worries melt away at his voice and his intro, “Top of the mornin’ to ya laddies!”