/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>14609112
The other day I was walking down through town and I came across one of those food trucks - it was selling the usual greasy crap but they also had one of those lemonade machines.
On a whim I bought a cup of it and sat, on a bench nearby, and drank.
As I drank, my mind drifted. Visions of Nyanners Rottencrotch began dancing through my head. I looked down only to find the cup in my hand now empty and the wispy form of Nyan snatched it away with her cheeto dust caked claws.
In an instant she positioned it under her legs and after a short pause (and an unladylike grunt) a stream of topaz water burst out from her matted pink bush. Nyan not known for her dexterity managed to fill not only the cup but hose the entire ground (and my shoes) with her diabetic gamer nectar. She hands me back the cup and in a curdled voice she says "You'll drink this for me, right?"

As if my hands are controlled by something else I shakily start to drink it. My eyes water as the foul, acidic ammonia flavor of her ugly well's water rushes over my tongue. I gag, I sputter, I heave, but none of it escapes my mouth. As if my gullet were the emergency drain for Nyan's putrid discharge. My throat burns and Nyanners laughs.
A stray salmon tinged pube, drifting like a lifeboat in sea of sulphur, gets caught on my uvula and I wretch as if my life depended on it - but to no avail. What went in can never come out.
I claw at my neck just to get some relief from whatever delicious poison the pink cat made me drink, layers of skin peeling away. Blood on my fingernails.

Then my eyes open. My cup empty. And Nyan nowhere to be seen. A girl and her mother walk past me and she whispers "Mom is that man ok?". "No, sweetie" the mother says "That man watches Vtubers".