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The video wasn't anything anyone expected.
Not even close.
The people that knew what happened didn't upload to their channels for a while - the ones close to him anyway. Some continued, a more solemn mood settling over them with each video as they tried to ignore the ‘elephant in the room’.
There was no way to describe the grief and horror of those close to him as his dear, well known friend Dogaholic - Stanley Marsh - uploaded the first video.
Princess Deck, or Ken Doll, valued his privacy intensely. Sometimes they could hear his voice in the background of Stanley’s videos, see Stan look off to the side to speak with his friend, but not once has anyone seen Kenny’s face except Stanley and Ken’s family.
Which is likely why all the comments only pointed out lies and that can't be him he swore he'd never show his face . It was hectic. Kenny and Stan didn't respond for soon to be obvious reasons.
Stan, grief stricken and doing little more than following a lonely blond boy's will, scrawled by a shaky hand in glittery purple pen on a piece of slightly torn paper. Stan didn't even have to guess or think very hard on who would have written it when he received the letter, demands to post the privatized videos.
He felt sick looking through each date, each thumbnail sporting a picture of him in a fox mask, looking more and more exhausted, each video titled simple and sweet. My Stalker , risks , danger. Peace. Tranquility. The End .
He was watching it for the first time with everyone else, his friends at his sides as he gazed at Kenny through the screen, the only way he'd ever see him again.
Kenneth, in a Chinese fox mask and his signature parka, hands shoved in his pockets to retain warmth as blue and brown eyes stared through the mask into the lens of his old, shit camera.
Hello , he said. You may know me as Princess Deck or Ken Doll. You already know I answer to Princess and Kenny, and that's all of my name you need to hear this story. If you're seeing this video, it means I'm most likely gone, and there will be no more videos, no more appearances - Princess Deck is dead, just as I myself soon will be.
If you're seeing this, my dear friend Dogaholic, Stanley, has signed in to my account and posted it on my own request. I left him close instructions and what I'd call my will.
Stan remembered that feeling of dread as he received the letter in his mailbox and read it at his desk. Now he simply wanted to shed tears over the videos, over the last time he knew he'd ever see Kenny.
His phone rang and he answered it within seconds on seeing the caller ID. He didn't pause or mute the video.
Over the next few weeks, Stan is going to post one of these videos a day, in order hopefully. Each has a one word title, all set up and edited. I want this documented. I want my own sanity proven during this.
This was little more than an apology and an introduction to my story. So here's me as I am, here for you to judge as you will.
Regardless of whether or not you think this is fake, that changes nothing. Not now.
My name is Kenneth James M. I run a YouTube channel called Princess Deck where I read stuff and play games with friends. My super best friend is Eric from Killer Broadcast. My brothers are Stan from Dogaholic and Kyle from Kitegenics. I have a brother and sister I will not disclose the names of, and thanks to my wonderful friends, I own a dog named Princess.
She is absolutely spoilt.
I’m single, I used to be in a poly relationship that ended quite sour because of a wrong place wrong time situation, costing me two dear friends - the loves of my life - I miss to this day. Maybe I'll text them before this is over. Some final goodbye.
And this mask will be staying in place until the end. You'll see me with it off when this is over.
So strap in. This will go on as long as it must, I suppose.
God knows the police won't do anything for me now.
So here’s the final goodbye of Kenny James M. Ken Doll. Princess Deck.
Goodbye for now.
He reached forward to his camera and the video ended. Stan stayed silent, staring at the black screen. His friend on the other end whispered, “Did you know?” He stayed quiet for but a moment. “Know what?”
“You know damn well what, Stan.” Kyle snapped and he swallowed thickly. “Did you know what was going on? That Kenny was going to pull this? Or even where he is right now, or even that he’s safe ?” Stan had to think, had to think of how well he knew Kenny, how long he’s known the younger man.
“No.” The one word that answered everything.
He didn’t know Kenny was doing this.
He didn’t know where he was, or if he was safe, terrifyingly enough.
Kenny never told him a word of what was going on.
How well did he actually know Kenny?
Clearly not well enough.