/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

I'm feeling tired so link me something to watch once I wake up
please

>>12227477
Oh no! It's a ヴァンパイア (cover)!
https://youtu.be/Md0TBfwo9rM

>>4427481
Vampire has been a blessing for fanged Polka lovers.

>>3935505
"Hiii~" Polka's oddly saccharine voice drips through the door. You start to consider that maybe Polka being some kind of scary monster would actually be easier to deal with.

"Wait, I'm a vampire now, huh? Doesn't that mean I can't come inside without an invite? Daaaarlingg, let me iiiiin!" Polka sounds oddly casual despite her transformation, but you're steadfast in keeping your silence.

"Wait, I just figured something out. This is *our* house." Polka's voice transitions from mild surprise to deathly seriousness as she utters this simple fact.

Without any further warning, the door flies off it's hinges, and in walks Omaru Polka. As the splinters that were once a door tumble into the main room, Polka chuckles out loud, with a lack of restraint she usually only allows herself when she's playing a yandere onstream.

"If this is my house, I guess I don't need an invitation!"

Striding into the room, Polka's body looks mostly as it should, but her outfit is wildly different from normal. Her eyes have shifted from a comforting purple to a maddeningly vibrant red, and her mouth is agape with her newly elongated canines glimmering brightly. You breathe a sigh of relief that she isn't bloodied, either from her own industry or due to picking up a "snack" on the way here. Her posture is wild and her tail darts around erratically, but from a distance it would be hard to identify any of these changes. What is highly noticeable is that Polka is wearing an entirely different outfit than what she had on when she departed. She's wearing a garment that both resembles a jersey and a ruffled blouse, and her gloves have been replaced with detached sleeves. Noting you studying her, Polka does a twirl and a pose before smiling.

"Do you like my outfit? Mel-senpai slowed me down a bit by shredding my circus outfit to shreds so the sun could get at me. It was super rude! And embarrassing! And expensive! And some other words I'm too thirsty to come up with!" Polka stomps her feet indignantly as she rants on.

"Anyway, I needed something to keep the sunset off me while I made my way here. But who cares! I know I'll feel better once I get a drink." Polka eyes the fridge, shakes her head dismissively, and then once again turns to you.

"There's a part of Polka that's really sorry about what's about to happen, but you can forgive her later, okay?"

And with that simple line Polka dashes to the edge of your salt barrier. Immediately you try to blast her with your homemade holy water. She recoils immediately, but then just wrings out her shirt, exposing her stomach.

"I'm a fox, not a cat! What did you expect a spray bottle to do?" Polka seems slightly annoyed at best. It seems holy water production is best left to the professionals. She then eyes the salt circle curiously.

"Huh. I dunno if this will work. Let's try it!~" Polka backs up and takes a running start at the circle, bounding over it effortlessly. She then turns around and runs her finger through the line, taking a few crystals into her mouth.

"Oops. This one is my bad. I accidentally filled the salt shaker with sugar today. It sure made my lunch come out weird!" Polka bops the side of her head jokingly and giggles in mock shame.

Your defences are quickly being whittled down. You're down to just the clove of garlic in your pocket. Presenting it out in front of you, Polka does take an unsteady step back.

"Uuuu…why is that stuff so gross now? How am I ever gonna eat normal food like this?" Polka teeters back and forth on her feet. It's unclear whether she's overacting her actual suffering or she's genuinely in pain and playing it off with comedy.

"…Hey, sweetheart? Can you toss that stuff away for me?" Polka utters this request in the most innocent tone as you stare into her eyes.