/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Mouse lightly adjusted the gasmask on his face, making sure there was a solid seal top to bottom. He didn't feel any intoxicating effects but it was something he could do to calm his nerves. The last thing he needed was to let the anxiety get to him.
Powerful bass rattled his skull and beat against his chest and he was glad that he had accepted the earplugs from Zero before he left. Even with them in, the noise inside the club was utterly deafening. Throngs of people undulated to the music, lights dazzling and shifting in an epileptic frenzy.
Club Temptation was infamous and changed locations more often than not. Hallucinogenic and dubiously legal drugs were pumped into the ventilation here, sending the partiers into a blistering fever trip from dusk to dawn. At least, when the fuzz wasn't busting the doors down.
Mouse didn't stand out much in the crowd even with the black gasmask. A mass of body parts decked out in leather fetish gear passed by him, leaving a splatter of bodily fluids behind it. He scrunched his nose in disgust, even though he thankfully smelled nothing. It seemed like he blended right in.
He slowly slipped through the crowds to a far corner with a solitary emergency hatch tucked away behind a pile of overdosed patrons. He hit the small electric panel and the hatch swung open with a hiss barely audible over the blasting music. Taking one last glance at the chaos in the club Mouse dipped down into the opening, shutting the hatch behind him.
The attachment at his wrist jingled indicating that the air here was still laden with intoxicants. Mouse sighed, frustrated. The mask made him slightly claustrophobic but it was certainly better than the alternative. He crept slowly through the low light of the access hallway. Couples and in some cases orgies lined the walls. To their drug addled senses, Mouse was virtually invisible.
As he continued onward the groups of people shrank to nothing. For a few minutes he walked alone through the labyrinth of tunnels with nervousness creeping up his spine.
A dull red light in the darkness of the hall branching off to his right caught his attention. This was the right one, right?
Mouse tentatively approached the light, which he discovered was shining above a small steel door. It illuminated a single towering figure standing in front of it. The man wore a sharp but dusty suit, a clean gasmask, and kept a large rifle tucked under his arm. His thick neck bent slightly to look down on Mouse as he approached.