/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>17862760
stop being mean...

>>17586406
exhaustedronie...

>>11613796
well if it's anything this has given me the motivation to write a very late epilogue to “That damn block game” (rentry.co/m4cga)
it’s not fluff. or sex. I’m sorry

>An obnoxious shrieking on the other side of a wall saves you from a mild nightmare.
>The fluff of the bed makes it hard to want to move, but you know you shouldn’t be here.
>You sit up, half-listening in on Bae’s morning stream. She sounds cheerful enough, but then, she always does on stream.
>A blanket has been lain over you in your sleep, and your clothes are folded on the floor at the foot of the bed. Uncharacteristically orderly behaviour from the rrat.
>A note sits on top of the clothing pile. You read it in one hand while using the other to fumble your clothes on:
>”Morning!
>”Everything should be here, if anything’s missing it might be in the hallway somewhere. In a bit of a rush this morning.
>”I dunno if you wanna stick around for after my stream. I’d understand if you don’t wanna talk right now. If I don’t catch you after I just want you to know a few things.
>”One, I really enjoyed last night, hehe. Selfish of me, I know.
>”Two, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to see me for a while. Or at all. I know you still love Kronii. I don’t expect to replace her, or really mean anything to you, or anything. I’m happy to let last night be a one time thing.
>”And three, I’m sorry. It was my idea, and I hate that I chose lust over just being there for my friends. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I haven’t told Kronii yet, and I don’t know if you plan to, but if she finds out and I can’t tell her myself, I want you to pass my apology to her as well.
>”Totally platonic hugs & kisses,”
>”Bae <3”
>There is no moment where the memories all come flooding back to you. The events of last night aren’t easy to forget, and unfortunately you aren’t Mumei.
>It’s not fair for Bae to take all the blame like that. Her idea it may have been, but it’s not like you offered any resistance.
>You ruffle through the pocket of your pants, digging up a phone. The one you used to get here. It almost feels shameful to hold it.
>You open your messages, preparing to hammer out an essay of an apology.
>It seems you weren’t the only one.
>A terrifyingly grey chain of messages from Kronii greets you, spread out over the last few hours.
>”Where are you?”
>”Please pick up”
>”Please”
>”I just want to know where you are”
>”I just want to know you’re okay”
>”Is it because of me?”
>”When are you coming back?”
>”Are you coming back?”
>”I’m sorry”
>”I’m sorry”
>”I’m sorry”
>”I’m sorry”
>”I’m sorry”
>”I’m sorry”