/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

I never thought it would happen. Me, Ollie, from Hololive ID, and Jurard, from Holostars EN, abandoning our streams for an entire week just to be together. It all started with a simple exchange of messages, innocent banter turning into something deeper. Before we knew it, we were planning our rendezvous.

"Hey, Jurard," I typed, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. "I was thinking... what if we met up in person?"

The response came quickly, and my heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "I'd love that, Ollie. Let's do it."

Leaving our virtual personas behind, we met in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests. It was like stepping into a fairytale, and for that week, we were the protagonists of our own story. As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

"Isn't this place amazing, Jurard?" I said, squeezing his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with affection. "It's perfect, Ollie. Just like you."

The days blurred into one another as we explored the town, stealing kisses beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. There was a magic in the air, a sense of freedom that we had never felt before. And when night fell, we retired to our cozy little cottage, where our love blossomed like the flowers in the nearby meadow.

Lying in his arms, I felt complete. "I never want this week to end, Jurard," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and tender. "Me neither, Ollie. Let's stay like this forever."

As the week drew to a close, a sense of dread began to overshadow our idyllic retreat. It started with subtle hints of discomfort in Jurard's demeanor, a fleeting glance here, a strained smile there. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the melancholy of parting ways.

On the final day, as we stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the picturesque town, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been gnawing at me.

"Jurard, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice quivering with anxiety.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "What is it, Ollie?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of the joy and excitement I had hoped for, his face contorted with shock and disbelief.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice tinged with horror. "But that's... that's impossible."

I felt a cold knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Denial turned to anger as he accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life with this unwanted burden.

In a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, our fairy tale romance crumbled before my eyes. Jurard stormed off, leaving me alone on the cliffside, tears streaming down my face.

And as I looked down at the life growing inside me, a bitter realization dawned. Our week of bliss had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of rejection and abandonment. The following days were a blur of pain and uncertainty. Abandoned and ostracized by the town that had once felt like home, I faced the daunting prospect of raising a child alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.

But the nightmare was far from over. The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of my Hololive superiors. Furious at my breach of their strict rules against personal relationships, they stripped me of my membership and banished me from the community I had once called home. I retreated from the internet, disappearing into obscurity as I grappled with the weight of my mistakes.

Alone and ostracized, I vowed to protect my unborn child at any cost. But deep down, I knew that the scars of that fateful week would haunt me for a lifetime, a constant reminder of love lost and dreams shattered.

I never thought it would happen. Me, Ollie, from Hololive ID, and Jurard, from Holostars EN, abandoning our streams for an entire week just to be together. It all started with a simple exchange of messages, innocent banter turning into something deeper. Before we knew it, we were planning our rendezvous.

"Hey, Jurard," I typed, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. "I was thinking... what if we met up in person?"

The response came quickly, and my heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "I'd love that, Ollie. Let's do it."

Leaving our virtual personas behind, we met in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests. It was like stepping into a fairytale, and for that week, we were the protagonists of our own story. As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

"Isn't this place amazing, Jurard?" I said, squeezing his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with affection. "It's perfect, Ollie. Just like you."

The days blurred into one another as we explored the town, stealing kisses beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. There was a magic in the air, a sense of freedom that we had never felt before. And when night fell, we retired to our cozy little cottage, where our love blossomed like the flowers in the nearby meadow.

Lying in his arms, I felt complete. "I never want this week to end, Jurard," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and tender. "Me neither, Ollie. Let's stay like this forever."

As the week drew to a close, a sense of dread began to overshadow our idyllic retreat. It started with subtle hints of discomfort in Jurard's demeanor, a fleeting glance here, a strained smile there. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the melancholy of parting ways.

On the final day, as we stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the picturesque town, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been gnawing at me.

"Jurard, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice quivering with anxiety.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "What is it, Ollie?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of the joy and excitement I had hoped for, his face contorted with shock and disbelief.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice tinged with horror. "But that's... that's impossible."

I felt a cold knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Denial turned to anger as he accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life with this unwanted burden.

In a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, our fairy tale romance crumbled before my eyes. Jurard stormed off, leaving me alone on the cliffside, tears streaming down my face.

And as I looked down at the life growing inside me, a bitter realization dawned. Our week of bliss had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of rejection and abandonment. The following days were a blur of pain and uncertainty. Abandoned and ostracized by the town that had once felt like home, I faced the daunting prospect of raising a child alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.

But the nightmare was far from over. The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of my Hololive superiors. Furious at my breach of their strict rules against personal relationships, they stripped me of my membership and banished me from the community I had once called home. I retreated from the internet, disappearing into obscurity as I grappled with the weight of my mistakes.

Alone and ostracized, I vowed to protect my unborn child at any cost. But deep down, I knew that the scars of that fateful week would haunt me for a lifetime, a constant reminder of love lost and dreams shattered.

I never thought it would happen. Me, Ollie, from Hololive ID, and Jurard, from Holostars EN, abandoning our streams for an entire week just to be together. It all started with a simple exchange of messages, innocent banter turning into something deeper. Before we knew it, we were planning our rendezvous.

"Hey, Jurard," I typed, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. "I was thinking... what if we met up in person?"

The response came quickly, and my heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "I'd love that, Ollie. Let's do it."

Leaving our virtual personas behind, we met in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests. It was like stepping into a fairytale, and for that week, we were the protagonists of our own story. As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

"Isn't this place amazing, Jurard?" I said, squeezing his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with affection. "It's perfect, Ollie. Just like you."

The days blurred into one another as we explored the town, stealing kisses beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. There was a magic in the air, a sense of freedom that we had never felt before. And when night fell, we retired to our cozy little cottage, where our love blossomed like the flowers in the nearby meadow.

Lying in his arms, I felt complete. "I never want this week to end, Jurard," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and tender. "Me neither, Ollie. Let's stay like this forever."

As the week drew to a close, a sense of dread began to overshadow our idyllic retreat. It started with subtle hints of discomfort in Jurard's demeanor, a fleeting glance here, a strained smile there. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the melancholy of parting ways.

On the final day, as we stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the picturesque town, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been gnawing at me.

"Jurard, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice quivering with anxiety.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "What is it, Ollie?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of the joy and excitement I had hoped for, his face contorted with shock and disbelief.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice tinged with horror. "But that's... that's impossible."

I felt a cold knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Denial turned to anger as he accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life with this unwanted burden.

In a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, our fairy tale romance crumbled before my eyes. Jurard stormed off, leaving me alone on the cliffside, tears streaming down my face.

And as I looked down at the life growing inside me, a bitter realization dawned. Our week of bliss had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of rejection and abandonment. The following days were a blur of pain and uncertainty. Abandoned and ostracized by the town that had once felt like home, I faced the daunting prospect of raising a child alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.

But the nightmare was far from over. The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of my Hololive superiors. Furious at my breach of their strict rules against personal relationships, they stripped me of my membership and banished me from the community I had once called home. I retreated from the internet, disappearing into obscurity as I grappled with the weight of my mistakes.

Alone and ostracized, I vowed to protect my unborn child at any cost. But deep down, I knew that the scars of that fateful week would haunt me for a lifetime, a constant reminder of love lost and dreams shattered.

I never thought it would happen. Me, Ollie, from Hololive ID, and Jurard, from Holostars EN, abandoning our streams for an entire week just to be together. It all started with a simple exchange of messages, innocent banter turning into something deeper. Before we knew it, we were planning our rendezvous.

"Hey, Jurard," I typed, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. "I was thinking... what if we met up in person?"

The response came quickly, and my heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "I'd love that, Ollie. Let's do it."

Leaving our virtual personas behind, we met in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests. It was like stepping into a fairytale, and for that week, we were the protagonists of our own story. As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

"Isn't this place amazing, Jurard?" I said, squeezing his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with affection. "It's perfect, Ollie. Just like you."

The days blurred into one another as we explored the town, stealing kisses beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. There was a magic in the air, a sense of freedom that we had never felt before. And when night fell, we retired to our cozy little cottage, where our love blossomed like the flowers in the nearby meadow.

Lying in his arms, I felt complete. "I never want this week to end, Jurard," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and tender. "Me neither, Ollie. Let's stay like this forever."

As the week drew to a close, a sense of dread began to overshadow our idyllic retreat. It started with subtle hints of discomfort in Jurard's demeanor, a fleeting glance here, a strained smile there. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the melancholy of parting ways.

On the final day, as we stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the picturesque town, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been gnawing at me.

"Jurard, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice quivering with anxiety.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "What is it, Ollie?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of the joy and excitement I had hoped for, his face contorted with shock and disbelief.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice tinged with horror. "But that's... that's impossible."

I felt a cold knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Denial turned to anger as he accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life with this unwanted burden.

In a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, our fairy tale romance crumbled before my eyes. Jurard stormed off, leaving me alone on the cliffside, tears streaming down my face.

And as I looked down at the life growing inside me, a bitter realization dawned. Our week of bliss had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of rejection and abandonment. The following days were a blur of pain and uncertainty. Abandoned and ostracized by the town that had once felt like home, I faced the daunting prospect of raising a child alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.

But the nightmare was far from over. The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of my Hololive superiors. Furious at my breach of their strict rules against personal relationships, they stripped me of my membership and banished me from the community I had once called home. I retreated from the internet, disappearing into obscurity as I grappled with the weight of my mistakes.

Alone and ostracized, I vowed to protect my unborn child at any cost. But deep down, I knew that the scars of that fateful week would haunt me for a lifetime, a constant reminder of love lost and dreams shattered.

I never thought it would happen. Me, Ollie, from Hololive ID, and Jurard, from Holostars EN, abandoning our streams for an entire week just to be together. It all started with a simple exchange of messages, innocent banter turning into something deeper. Before we knew it, we were planning our rendezvous.

"Hey, Jurard," I typed, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. "I was thinking... what if we met up in person?"

The response came quickly, and my heart skipped a beat as I read his words. "I'd love that, Ollie. Let's do it."

Leaving our virtual personas behind, we met in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and lush forests. It was like stepping into a fairytale, and for that week, we were the protagonists of our own story. As we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

"Isn't this place amazing, Jurard?" I said, squeezing his hand tightly.

He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with affection. "It's perfect, Ollie. Just like you."

The days blurred into one another as we explored the town, stealing kisses beneath the shade of ancient oak trees. There was a magic in the air, a sense of freedom that we had never felt before. And when night fell, we retired to our cozy little cottage, where our love blossomed like the flowers in the nearby meadow.

Lying in his arms, I felt complete. "I never want this week to end, Jurard," I whispered, tracing circles on his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and tender. "Me neither, Ollie. Let's stay like this forever."

As the week drew to a close, a sense of dread began to overshadow our idyllic retreat. It started with subtle hints of discomfort in Jurard's demeanor, a fleeting glance here, a strained smile there. But I brushed it off, attributing it to the melancholy of parting ways.

On the final day, as we stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the picturesque town, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been gnawing at me.

"Jurard, there's something I need to tell you," I started, my voice quivering with anxiety.

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "What is it, Ollie?"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air.

His reaction was not what I expected. Instead of the joy and excitement I had hoped for, his face contorted with shock and disbelief.

"Pregnant?" he echoed, his voice tinged with horror. "But that's... that's impossible."

I felt a cold knot form in the pit of my stomach as his words sank in. Denial turned to anger as he accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life with this unwanted burden.

In a whirlwind of accusations and recriminations, our fairy tale romance crumbled before my eyes. Jurard stormed off, leaving me alone on the cliffside, tears streaming down my face.

And as I looked down at the life growing inside me, a bitter realization dawned. Our week of bliss had been nothing but a fleeting illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of rejection and abandonment. The following days were a blur of pain and uncertainty. Abandoned and ostracized by the town that had once felt like home, I faced the daunting prospect of raising a child alone in a world that seemed intent on tearing us apart.

But the nightmare was far from over. The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of my Hololive superiors. Furious at my breach of their strict rules against personal relationships, they stripped me of my membership and banished me from the community I had once called home. I retreated from the internet, disappearing into obscurity as I grappled with the weight of my mistakes.

Alone and ostracized, I vowed to protect my unborn child at any cost. But deep down, I knew that the scars of that fateful week would haunt me for a lifetime, a constant reminder of love lost and dreams shattered.