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You were a famous YouTuber and you just absolutely adored your job. What can be better than playing games, having a fan base and earning money for doing something you enjoy? And the best part about it was your friends. So many other famous people that you use to watch not so long ago - you were once just a fan. And you still do watch them... However, tonight you were playing Prop Hunt with Mark and Sean, AKA Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. You had Skype open and Gmod booted up at the ready to play the game. Unfortunately, neither YouTubers were on just yet which meant you had to...wait. You fiddled with your (h/c) hair, wrapping a loop of the soft strands around your finger whilst you waited to receive a call from either male. After a long five minute wait, a loud shrill beep breaks the silence and your steady breath. Your eyes instantly latch onto your phone which was flickering brightly. You frown slightly.
Gonna be late. Srry :-( -Mark
You sigh loudly and groan. Great. You were desperate to just play something... Your head drops in defeat against your desk with a hefty thump. You bite your lip at the slight pain but close your eyes to block out your annoyance. Suddenly, the familiar ring of Skype causes you to jump up. Sean was calling. A grin from ear to ear forms as you click answer.
"Hey Jackaboy!" You yell cheerily into the microphone. You watch as the screen flickers and Sean's familiar face appears, a slight smile adorning his face.
"How're ya?" He exclaims back in his thick Irish accent with the same level of enthusiasm as you.
"Great, just fucking excited to play some Prop Hunt. Mark better hurry his ass up," you mutter with annoyance whilst drumming your fingers against your desk; you wonder what could possibly be keeping Mark busy.
"I know what'll cheer ya up!" He says with a slight chuckle at your tone of voice, "Check out this link..."
His voice trails off as his eyes drop as if he was searching for something on his desktop. He briefly makes a tsk noise before his eyes meet the camera once more.
You glance down at your own screen upon hearing a Skype notification. Sean had linked you something. It was a tinyurl but you instantly clicked it without thinking much about it. You are brought to a blank page. Or so you thought. It suddenly comes to life and what you see is...
Yourself.
You close the tab instantly and look up in horror to the camera staring down at you. It was still on. Why was it still on? You close your browser completely, closing it off of task manager too. But it was still on.
"So that's what you look like. Huh."
Your heart stops.
Years of hiding your face online.
"You bastard..." You spit out and yank the cameras wire from the port. How could he do this...?
"Hey calm down (y/n)...I won't post it online," he murmurs calmly before pausing, "Providing you do as I say. Whenever I ask. And whatever I ask."
Your feel sick as a wave of nausea passes over you. Why...? You look down with shame, tears pinching at your eyes with betrayal. "Why Sean...?"
"Will you do as I say? Or do I need to post it...?" He questions you, a slight dark smirk slips over his face. The soft smile of earlier long gone.
You couldn't let go of everything you had built. Two solid years of work down the drain. You had to just do as he said. For the sake of everything you love.
"Fine."
"Hey guys!" A deep yet bright voice is suddenly made apparent in the call as we both realise that Mark had already been added to the call.
You swallow your pride and let out an equally as happy remark, "Hey Markimoo!"