/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

You are ANON: a 20-something do-nothing with no marketable skills and a dubious online presence. Your life has been nothing but a series of minor inconveniences broken up by equally minor but infrequent joys.

Your parents are DEAD, and this has been internalized for future use as angst fuel when the circumstances of their demise becomes clear. For now, their death means you have an indeterminate, yet functionally adequate, amount of liquid assets and no familial responsibilities whatsoever.

You have found yourself in a predicament.

The last thing you remember was snuggling up in your comfortable bed, thermostat set to 64 degrees American, pajamas on and phone off.

When you woke up, you were in a proufoundly uncomfortable position, arms tied behind your back, legs tied with something digging into your heels, and a bag over your head.

Not your finest moment, but you popped a morning boner, and it was probably visible to everyone in the room. Ordinarily it would be a minute-long thing, but enhanced by the fear as it is, it's not going down any time soon.

You hear a feminine voice, probably gagged, somewhere in the room behind you.

"You're finally awake," a voice calls out, as the bag is ripped from your head. It doesn't take long for your eyes to adjust to the light. You're in an old, rusted, linoleum-lined room, dimly lit by lights dangling from a hallway outside.

The figure walks around to your front. They're of average height. They study you for a moment, before removing their mask to reveal...

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