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“Come on, I made food for both of us.”

Yellow looked up at the streamer, but his visor had nothing to offer that wasn’t an empty stare.

First, he woke up in a place he didn’t recognize. He also found himself in a new suit that wasn’t torn. Thankfully, his body didn’t give him any shit about sleeping the wrong way—probably because he didn’t sleep the wrong way, whoever brought him on the bed was chivalrous enough to prop his body up in a position that wouldn’t be giving him a stiff neck—but the rest of him still hurt after the very fresh events of what happened yesterday in The Old World.

When he stared at the ceiling moments after waking up, Yellow swallowed that none of the memories were tasteful. The only ones he bothered to linger on were his rescue and, well, rescuer. He hasn’t ever even seen the other man’s face, hasn’t he? 

They wore that visor every other content creator wore. Their suit covered their entire body and, even if it didn’t, Yellow didn’t think he would have been able to tell. There was so much equipment wrapped around the man that you wouldn’t think they were human if you looked at them from afar. Part of Yellow wondered why any Spööktuber would go into The Old World so encumbered by recording equipment that he doubted anyone could run a few meters with it without collapsing from the weight. Unless they were one of those streamers that–

And then it dawned on Yellow. 

Suddenly, it felt as if an anvil weighed heavy on his chest and kept him from breathing. He didn’t know if it was his delusion, but Yellow even started to think that his suit reeked of burnt flesh. Only one by one did the pieces start falling together: LiveLeak, all the equipment, the live audience, how easily he was picked up and carried—it was a kill streamer. He was saved by a fucking kill streamer of all people.

And wherever he was, he was inside a kill streamer’s place, and god knows what those types of content creators do to the vloggers they find. Sure, he was saved. But how was he sure that there weren’t any ulterior motives behind it worse than fucked to death? Yellow has already stumbled into the wrong places of content before and he knows what happens to the poor monsters, let alone the poor Spööktubers that kill streamers manage to find. He didn’t want to be featured in the next stream to be plastered on that god-forsaken LiveLeak website. He didn’t want to be here.

When Yellow forced his aching body off the mattress, he realized that his posterior and anything below that was failing him. His hand shot over to the nightstand next to the bed and if it weren’t for that knee-jerk response, his entire body would’ve been coming down. Immediately he tried to sit back on the bed, but his waist then shot a jolt of pain through his body in protest. 

Despite his best efforts, Yellow ended up on the floor anyway. 

The fall must have been loud because barely a few seconds later, a blue-screened visor burst through the bedroom door and helped him back onto the bed. The whole time, Yellow was trying to hide his fear as if the man assisting him was feeding on it. Yellow could only hope the streamer didn’t notice how he literally flinched away from their touch. 

It ended up with the man taking the Spööktuber to a seat by the kitchen table, where they were now. Initially, Yellow was guided out of the room with one arm slung over the other’s shoulder, but the streamer noticed how Yellow winced with every step they took down the stairs. Embarrassingly for Yellow, the streamer insisted that they carried him instead. Yellow was too mortified to nod no and the streamer took his silence as a yes nevertheless.

“Not even a single bite?”

They sat across from each other. Yellow found that the man was easier on the eyes with the helmet half open because it reminded him that the people under streamer suits were still human. Also because from what little he could see, the man didn’t look too bad himself. Despite that, it didn’t help the chills that ran up Yellow’s spine every time the streamer talked.

The streamer grumbled, “If you aren’t going to eat, then say it so I can put your plate away for leftovers. And it’s creepy as hell if you’ll just stare at me, so tell me if I’m helping you go back to the bedroom too.”

Yellow didn’t want to go back in there. It felt suffocating. He looked down at his plate—waffles and bacon—and decided he felt a little hungry after all. Yellow put fingers on a tab near the neck of his suit and pressed a button, making the visor raise just enough that he could put food in his mouth, but not enough that you could call the helmet open.

The streamer sounded satisfied when Yellow took his first bite. “Finally.”

And then they ate in silence.

…

Not for very long. 

The streamer was up for conversation—probably in his nature. After all, content creators aren’t well known for being reserved; and content creators included kill streamers, didn’t they?

“So... Spööktube. I heard that people filming for that site usually chase quota after quota since the people behind The Agency are hardasses,” The streamer trailed off before bites. “How are your stats?”

Not good, Yellow thought bitterly. But he didn’t speak. His shoulders anxiously knitted closer together during the silence and it was obvious that his demeanor was wound up tight. He only looked up at the streamer while chewing.

“I’ve already gotten my view quota on LiveLeak on the first day so I thought I’d give Spööktube a shot. No contract so I didn’t have any quota to maintain. I started a channel and read the guidelines but… damn, do they never let you fuckers do anything. Still, I went down there for a stream– that’s what I did yesterday before, uh, finding you.”

Yellow squirmed uncomfortably in his suit when the streamer mentioned the memory he’d rather not look back on. He knew that he shouldn’t be letting the other man carry the conversation, but he didn’t have anything he wanted to say. He was still really, really fucking scared and he didn’t know if it showed. He wished it didn’t. Yellow didn’t know what game the kill streamer was playing at, if the kill streamer knew he was scared and only drew it out for sick fun, but he didn’t want to be the one to make the next first move.

And he didn’t need to. The streamer took him up on the silent, personal dilemma and addressed it for him. 

“Damn it. Why do you look so scared?” The streamer furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m trying to talk and get you to calm down but you’re still rattling like skeletons fucking on a tin roof. Out with it.”

You. 

I’m scared of you.

That was what Yellow wanted to say, but he only looked down and took another bite. The streamer sighed.

“Fine, if you aren’t answering any of my questions, then go ask your own. Just…” The streamer picked up something on his plate with a fork. “Talk.”

Yellow paused.

He had many questions. A whole goddamn catalog of them. Where was he going to start? Would death come if he’d offended the streamer? How many questions is he allowed to ask? How truthfully is the streamer going to answer?

Yellow looked up at them.

“W-where is my suit?”

The streamer looked back at him, seemingly surprised that Yellow actually asked something, before answering, “I ran you under a shower and tossed that fuckin’ thing. It had weird shit smeared all over it.” He cocked his head to the door to emphasize throwing the suit into the void and continued, “After that, I took a spare suit I got from one of you vloggers and then put it on you since my suits weren’t your size. Your helmet is still the same one, though.”

Yellow cringed to think that he was wearing a suit from an old kill, but it would definitely explain why he thought he smelled burnt flesh. He got his answer and a sudden flash of nausea along with it. He decided he could grapple with whatever he thought of what he was wearing later, so he moved to the next one he wanted to ask.

“Have you seen my friend?”

The streamer shook their head. “No. And, word of advice? Don’t linger on it. I doubt your friend lasted until this morning. Let’s hope you know how to live and let die.”

Yellow felt his emotions yank at his heart at the confirmation of Green’s disappearance. Wherever he was, Yellow knew he was too stubborn to die so easily, but running out of oxygen wasn’t something you could push through. The air you breathe literally becomes toxic around you and no amount of running helped that.

He didn’t realize he was in his own head again until he heard a faint ah, okay and looked back at the other man.

The streamer hummed. “You got quiet again. Was he family?”

“No. A friend,” Yellow replied.

The streamer paused and Yellow realized that the other man was probably waiting for a response longer than “a friend” for the sake of the conversation. Suddenly, Yellow realized that he was feeling more awkward than he was afraid. The kill streamer wasn’t actively trying to hurt him, right? And this man has only been nothing but hospitable. It didn’t hurt to talk. 

“You know, for a Spööktuber, you’re really fucking quiet.” The streamer rolled a piece of food around his plate with the fork. “Or maybe it’s just that I usually watch the loud channels. I wouldn’t know.”

Yellow looked at the streamer behind the visor before looking back down. 

“Just… rattled, that’s all. Sorry.”

“What? No, you weren’t supposed to apologize for–”

The streamer abruptly raised their head before their shoulders slumped.

“Ah, fuck. Forget it!”

The streamer looked directly into Yellow’s eyes and Yellow was too stunned to figure out how their eyes met despite the visor covering the streamer’s view from his face. It felt steely and methodical. Yellow didn’t know if this was supposed to be some kind of intimidation tactic, but if it was, then it was working well.

“I know what you Spööktubers think of the people that stream on LiveLeak. You’re scared of me.” 

Then as if Yellow was in a trance, he shook his head frantically but both of them knew it was a lie. His heart was beating twice as fast and every instinct was telling him to run but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Even if he could, he didn’t think he could get far. The only reason he got down to the kitchen in the first place was with the help of the streamer anyway.

“Hell, you bastards even have a name for it. Kill streamers? Murder streamers? Really?” The streamer sneered. Yellow could swear that their teeth were sharper than a normal human’s would be. “I’m not going to preach that the title is offensive. Honestly? It’s flattering, and tacky more than anything. But you have to cooperate with me here. If you keep being closed off and if I don’t see this trust getting anywhere then god knows what I’ll be doing to you for my viewcount. Being shy and shit is going to get us nowhere and I have to make sure you’re well before sending you off or–!”

And then the streamer stopped talking as if they only caught themselves. The spell broke.

Yellow had his gloved hand over his heart, feeling it beat while he took panicked breaths. He squeezed his own wrist gently in an attempt to calm himself and it worked slightly, but it was nothing to the insane amount of urgency he felt bubbling up from his chest. 

He was such an idiot. 

“Wait. Shit! Sorry.”

How could he think he was safe here?

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

With a shaking hand, Yellow brought two fingers to his neck and the visor lowered again, fully obscuring his face. He saw the streamer reach across the table and the only thing he could do was shrink into himself when the streamer’s hand was inches away from him. It only scared him more.

“I fucked up bad. God, I fucked bad. I’m sorry. Please.”

But Yellow wasn’t hearing any of it.

The words went on, each one more desperate than the next until they eventually stopped coming. Yellow finally figured it out: it’s all just a mind game. Lower his guard. The kill streamer catches him defenseless and god knows what he gets subjected to that’s worse than being tazed to death. The past few days have been nothing but merciless to him, so why did he ever think he could find sanctuary in the company of someone he was conditioned to actively avoid?

And then he noticed it was deafeningly quiet.

And then the streamer’s presence left him alone.

Yellow crept to the second floor with his hand gripping the railings as if it were life-or-death. In a way, it was. If he let go, then his legs wouldn’t have been able to support him and he would have come barreling down the stairs. 

He didn’t know if it was a stupid idea. He was going to ask the streamer if he could help him go back into The Old World so he could find his diving bell… or what’s left of Green. He could always ditch asking for help, but he would rather not crash down to heaven-knows-what depth because he wasn’t in a condition to operate the other’s vehicle. 

If the man really did want his trust, then surely they’ll be fine with him going wherever the hell he wants, right?

When he got to the second floor, he found himself in a hallway leading to multiple rooms. Yellow realized that the place he woke up in was probably a spare bedroom. Why the streamer had that, he had no clue, but Yellow was thankful for it because it would have been more horrifying to know that he crashed in some random murderer’s bed. He was just about to knock on the first door when he realized that it was slightly ajar. He heard sounds coming from the room inside. 

It was faint because of how sound was filtered through the helmet, but it was clear enough to know that it was the sound of someone talking. Talking as if they were having a conversation. Yellow inhaled a shaky breath when he considered the possibility of there being more than one streamer in the place. It was the familiar, glitchy static of words strung together coming through the gap between the door and he remembered the relief he felt when he heard it yesterday. How bitter is it that it’s the exact thing he’s come to fear now?

“No. Still downstairs. Barely even talks to me, chat.”

Yellow subtly looked inside the room and saw the walls padded with noise-canceling tiles along with the number of figures on the corner tables that he could recognize to be famous sponsor brands. He took great care to make sure that he wouldn’t be seen in the case that there was a video feed wherein the door was in the background, and that was when he caught sight of the leftmost monitor.

There was a clear view of an audience live chat and the messages whose authors had attached metacoins were highlighted and easier to see. It was three monitors in total, and the streamer was sitting on a chair that obscured the middle monitor perfectly. Yellow couldn’t see the monitor on the right due to the door blocking it, but he guessed that it was where the camera was mounted if it weren’t on the monitor in the middle.

A short ping sounded. A robotic voice followed after.

**LIVE CHAT**

Starzick: :tasersinthechat:

Bubbles_Cgang: Ur lying i bet you already killed the spooktuber!! #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

Jenna_7890: bro stfu muscle i will thirst over who i want

Pants_bought1996 donated 50MC!  

Donating so Ewan buys kibble for the spooktuber <3 it’s a collective effort to keep him alive #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

_JackMehoff_: Show us the Spooktuber bro we wanna see em

FabulousKindly: LOL okay we’re doing this ig #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

musclemasterhoouh: he will never notice you cunt

“Thanks for the donation but I’m not buying kibble to feed him, chat. What the fuck. And you guys have a hashtag for that now? ”

Yellow could hear the annoyance in his voice. He would have found it funny if he weren’t walking on so many eggshells. It didn’t help that he was apparently just an accessory that was only being kept alive because an audience took interest in him. He couldn’t trust the streamer after all.

Another short ping. It didn’t take a while for Yellow to realize that they indicated when a donation went through the chat.

**LIVE CHAT**

CraziiRomantic: omg Ewan homestream?? Abt time i caught one of these live

Jenna_7890: L + seethe + cope juts because ewan gets bitches n u dont? lol??

Pablo-gonzales49: i feel like ewan is trolling us and he killed the spooktuber thats why he isnt showing

Starzick donated 25MC!  

Show the guy on cam!!! >:] Plz We just wanna see if he is still alive or you killed him #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

DEVATCH: guys ewan already said he’s not gonna show the spooktuber yet can you wait

PackZootedZeeter: Just me or the door opened a little gang

musclemasterhoouh: im in your mf walls Jenna i swear to the lord my god if yo ass dont stfu

“Alive and kicking. I just fed him an hour or two ago. And no, chat, you guys have to wait until he gets better because I don’t think he’s going to want to go into the record room without me having to wrangle him in here.” Pause. “...No, I’m not going to drag him up here so you guys can see him. Make sure you bastards don’t make me fed up or I’m actually going to fuckin’ kill him!”

**LIVE CHAT**

Locotov_Maniac: ewan hes like 3/4 your height bro what’s he gonna do??? Fight back??

musclemasterhoouh: square up bitch I know where you live LiveLeak has your ip bitch

Locotov_Maniac: :activetaser: get his asssssss #DONTKeepTheSpooktuberAlive

PackZootedZeeter donated 25MC!  

If you guys wanna see the spooktuber then go to Ewan’s spooktube channel!!! He streamed there!!

Yapponym404: poor Ewan. forced to keep some random dude in his house because chat loves them 

Jenna_7890: bruh ur getting banned for that omg this idiot LMAOO ion fear you dumbass Ewan’s hot

Pablo-gonzales49: Only about time before we get tired of #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive but fun anyway

[musclemasterhoouh was banned! Reason: Death Threats and Doxxing Threats]

“Thank you for the donation and, yeah, the stream is there. By the end of the stream, there’s a few frames with him in it but I’m pretty sure that’s all you guys are gonna work with. Thanks, Zeeter.”

**LIVE CHAT**

Yapponym404: this is what i get for missing a stream bro im cryin

Jenna_7890: muscle got banned omg this is so funny suck it bitch

_JackMehoff_: imagine if this is just a bit and Ewan is just hyping up the next Ewan after dark stream

Pablo-gonzales49: this spooktuber dude gets the world record for most time alive around a kill streamer

PackZootedZeeter: i love how we’re literally the only reason the spooktuber is still alive rn #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

_JackMehoff_: he rails the spooktuber in the next Ewan after dark stream im calling it

Golden_Reggae: Just me or is the door slowly opening (i have not slept since yesterdays 3am)

CraziiRomantic: Jack keep it in your pants my man omg 

4nn0y1ngG00s3: Most normal Ewan Conan stream audience tbh

DEVATCH: :spooktuber_eyebrow_raised: Bro?

“What do you expect from a LiveLeak kill streamer’s audience, Romantic?” Yellow watched the chair swivel and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he thought it was turning towards him. Turns out the streamer only propped their leg up a nearby surface. “Anyway, the next after dark stream is tonight and I’ll explain everything there. Right now I just wanna sit. Come on, chat. I did four dive streams in a row without counting the Spööktube one and I got nearly 13 kills. Isn’t that enough for you freaks?”

**LIVE CHAT**

Jenna_7890: i legit love how insane he sounds when ge dives but he’s chill af in homestreams

Pablo-gonzales49: get yourself a man that can do both 

xX_Jerson_Xx: dont worry reggae the door IS moving you aren’t crazy

PackZootedZeeter: Ewan turn around!!

Jenna_7890: pablo im TRYING omg

CraziiRomantic: guys a kill streamer is abt to get jumped RIP e. conan #SpooktuberIsGonnaBeKeptAlive

Golden_Reggae: TURN AROUND DUDE

69MantaSmall: HELP BEHIND YOU #SpooktuberIsGonnaBeKeptAlive

Locotov_Maniac: The door bro the door 

BrusselInMyAss: LOOK BEHIND U

Yapponym404: whats up guys i just went to go get water

Yellow’s eyes widened and he quickly tried to retract from the room, but the movement was too slow—too noticeable that he couldn’t play it off. How stupid was he? The camera was facing the door and he was too careless that he accidentally pushed it too open. Of course, the viewers were going to say something.

He thought he was going to pass out when he heard the streamer get up for a second time. What was he supposed to say? Sorry ? It was only fitting. He was the one looking into the room after all–

Then the door opened. 

The streamer staring directly at him. 

He’s never felt so small.

“Sorry–”

“Just get in.”

The streamer swung the door at its widest and Yellow hesitantly looked around for the camera before catching sight of the device mounted on the stand close to the rightmost monitor. The monitor itself was filled with sponsorship requests similar to the ones he and his crew used to have, but bigger names asked for attention. Yellow finally got a good look at the room when he stepped inside.

It was a recording studio and a bedroom at the same time. A recording studio, mainly—the bed was pretty much shoved against other equipment that you had to double-take to make sure it was even a bed. The streamer pushed past him and he stopped scanning the room to look at the monitors when he noticed how chat was moving nearly twice as fast now. It was already moving quickly when it was only the streamer on the camera. 

Now you could barely catch a word.

“I’m doubling the cooldown, chat. You’re flooding the stream and I can’t read anything.”

But even when chat was running miles every second, Yellow could still catch glimpses of what the audience said. Most were screaming. Most were nonsensical keyboard smashes. The largest part were emojis and emotes that were exclusive to other media he didn’t recognize. But most of them were… wishing safety for him?

Of course, there was the occasional edgy asshole that was screaming something about torturing him to death, but most of them were for safety. That surprised him.

“Welcome the guest, chat. This is the Spööktuber you guys wanted to see proof of life of.” The streamer bent back up after changing a few settings on the monitor before nudging Yellow towards the camera. Towards the virtual crowd. “Is this enough?”

**LIVE CHAT**

CraziiRomantic: he doesn’t know what to do with his hands omg protect him #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

Yapponym404: :tasersinthechat: someone watch my glass of water while i look for the credit card

NoShitSeptemberWinner: the way Ewan could literally fold this dude 

BrusselInMyAss: #KeepTheSpooktuberOutOfThisMan’sHands is the better hashtag guys

Pablo-gonzales49: we need to save this guy #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

_JackMehoff_: are we getting a say gex stream folks

Starzick: free the twink #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

CraziiRomantic: HE WOULDNT SURVIVE IN A POWERED DOWN BLENDER FREE HIM

Golden_Reggae: Holy shit #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive bro has no chance

_JackMehoff_: destroy that twink you mean #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

“Let’s tone down the horny.” Yellow couldn’t see the streamer’s face, but they sounded as if their teeth were gritted. “This bastard is as jumpy as a deer in hunting season so let’s try not to scare him away, chat.”

Yellow was thankful for that. He looked at the chat again, but it was still as energetic as ever. He stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes as he processed all the attention he was getting and what he was supposed to do next.

“Hey. Greet the crowd. Thank them, or something.” 

The streamer said something else under his breath, but Yellow didn’t catch it. Yellow looked at the camera mounted on the stand before bringing a finger up to touch it, but the streamer gently put his hand back down. “Don’t touch the lens.”

Yellow flushed under his visor and looked at the camera again, only waving this time.

**LIVE CHAT**

Bingles_078: sorry guys but @JackMehoff has a point its toxic yaoi

Pablo-gonzales49: Is he mute?

_JackMehoff_: THANK US did you hear him THANK US

Starzick: he just waved. Im gonna. Im ggonan fukckcing explod #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

DEVATCH: i thought Ewan had a gf guys

Pablo-gonzales49: :tasersinthechat: baby #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

Jenna_7890: yeah that gf is ME so stfu guys #KeepTheSpooktuberOutOfThisMan’sHands

Bigslapfucker_69: IM LATE TO AN EWAN CONAN STREAM GOODBYE

Golden_Reggae: i was so used to watching them run away from monsters i never saw them cute

_JackMehoff_: i knew you wouldnt miss it bud @Bigslapfucker_69

“It’s a fully grown man inside this suit, chat.” The streamer patted Yellow’s shoulder before sitting down on the chair. “Don’t be fuckin’ weird. Jesus.”

The streamer looked at Yellow. “You can sit down too. There’s another chair behind that studio light– and don’t worry. It’s padded.”

Yellow carefully rolled another chair from behind the stands in an attempt to not disturb the wires. He still rolled over them, but thankfully it didn’t do anything more than make the lights flicker for a split second. He rolled it next to where the streamer sat and slowly sat down before folding his hands in front of him and hunching over. His weary eyes never left the camera.

“You can talk, you know?” The streamer quipped, slightly frustratedly. It seemed like everyone in the world wanted to know what he was going to say next. What he was going to say first. He didn’t know.

Yellow just decided to start with something simple.

“Hi, everyone,” He croaked. “Call me Yellow.”

“Yellow?”

**LIVE CHAT**

DEVATCH: And the crowd goes wild

Starzick: WHY DOES EWAN LOOK LIKE HES ONLYLEARNING HIS NAME RN TOO LMFAO??

Bingles_078: wait why does this guy seem familiar :spooktuber_eyebrow_raised:

TheBALLCrusher: “Yellow” no fucking shit can you be more creative

Pablo-gonzales49: this is the most spooktube anyone has ever spooktubed. Yellow

Golden_Reggae: I thought chat liked this guy why are we bullying him LOL

Bigslapfucker_69: so is he torturing this guy or what

Gagangaso: Ewan can we pay to rename him i will literally pay 100MC dude

Golden_Reggae: wait yeah he does look familiar

_JackMehoff_: can someone @ me when they start sexing i have to wash the dishes

Bingles_078: guys you wont fucking BELUEVE this

“Huh, okay.” The streamer turned to look at Yellow. “Ewan Conan. That’s probably what I should’ve started with at the table. Haha.”

And then the monitor pinged again. But it wasn’t a donation. 

It was a warning.

“Bingles, no links in chat. What the fuck are you even trying to post?”

**LIVE CHAT**

[{1}Bingles_078 was warned! Reason: Sending links in chat. Website: www.Spööktube.com]

Pablo-gonzales49: bingles ?

PackZootedZeeter: Huh, links?

Bingles_078: bro let me cook

Starzick: why tf are we getting spooktube in here

[{2}Bingles_078 was warned! Reason: Sending links in chat. Website: www.Spööktube.com]

Locotov_Maniac: is that supposed to be yellow’s channel

FabulousKindly: trying his best ig

_JackMehoff_: he gets one more shot at sending the link before a mute LMAO

NoddleManOf1986: Bingles has nuke launch codes

_JackMehoff_: wait 

_JackMehoff_: dm to me ik a bypass

Spööktube? Yellow raised an eyebrow behind his visor and watched as the streamer pulled up the link automatically blocked by the filter. He opened it on the monitor on the left so it wasn’t part of the stream. The Spööktube link did lead to his crew’s channel!

And then his stomach dropped.

He remembered the latest video they posted. It would have been plastered all over the screen if he dared click the link. “Wait–”

And the streamer did.

“Error? Hah, don’t tell me you got banned by The Agency?” 

The streamer joked as he tried to scroll down. All grey thumbnails and videos that couldn’t be opened. “I thought they killed people that they banned. I guess that was a lie. Oh, look. Your newest upload popped off, too. I’m guessing that’s the one that got you kicked.”

Yellow swallowed thickly as he stared at the monitor. 

The Agency did kill people they banned, but he was lucky enough to be in another place when they swept the boarding house. And he was lucky enough that the videos have already been taken down. “I… think.”

Ping.

**LIVE CHAT**

Bingles_078: sic em jack

Yapponym404: hey guys im back my house just exploded but its all good

Bigslapfucker_69: I REMEMBER WHERE I SAW YELLOW NOW

_JackMehoff_ donated 10MC!  

w|w|w|.|S|p|ö|ö|k|t|u|b|e|A|r|c|h|i|v|e|d|.|c|o|m|/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ remove the | and make sure to be on the archives ver. of spooktube because the real video got archived kmao

Locotov_Maniac: now i’m curious. See you guys

Yapponym404: did anyone watch my glass of water

Starzick: wait #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive tho let me check out the link

“These fuckers are persistent,” The streamer grumbled. “I’ll look at the stupid link. If it’s another porn joke, I swear to fucking god, I am ending the stream and banning everyone involved. Maybe throw my monitor into the void while I’m at it. Can’t they get any new material?”

Yellow wanted to scream.

As the streamer copied the link and pasted it onto the browser, he wanted to plead for him to stop. He wanted the streamer to stop. He wanted to curl into himself and die. But, honestly, what did he expect when they put that video into the world? Into the void? He didn’t even want to know how many views it would have racked up in the past few days. He didn’t want to know.

But he was facing the music now. Not like he had any say in it in the first place.

The streamer clicked on the first link he saw.

And upon seeing the thumbnail.

The streamer closed the tab. Instantly.

Yellow breathed out. “I– I didn’t–”

**LIVE CHAT**

_JackMehoff_: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA :tasersinthechat:

Bingles_078: Live Ewan Conan Reaction: >:]

Bigslapfucker_69: can someone clip this and turn it into a meme template

Starzick: …MOST NORMAL EWAN CONAN STREAM

PackZootedZeeter: I dont know what to say anymore’

SSHabbleformSS: @Pants_bought1996 had the right idea lets feed him kibble. Double down on it

DEVATCH: Great job guys Ewan isnt even talking bro is speechless

CraziiRomantic: um… are we still doing #KeepTheSpooktuberAlive

Yapponym404: Bruh my water

Locotov_Maniac: See you guys on the next ewan after dark stream. Should be fun

Wordlessly, the streamer got up. Yellow tried to stand after him, but his grip on the streamer’s forearm faltered when the streamer left the vicinity of the chairs before leaving the room.

That went really fucking terribly.

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He was left in the room, drowning in the lights and the attention that turned bitter too quickly. Yellow didn’t bother reading the chat. He only looked at the recording studio’s door. Was he supposed to follow after him? Was it even that big of a deal? He felt conflicted. But when he finally glanced back to the monitors, the audience was egging him on. 

Follow him, they said. 

So he did. He’s always been a pushover, anyway.

The chat was mostly kind. They taught him how to turn off the stream and how to navigate the website the streamer used. Of course, the trolls never disappeared. Their whole thing was to make Yellow even more confused about using whatever features the website had, but he succeeded eventually. When the stream finally turned to black, he left the recording studio and shut the door.

What now? He was feeling better and his body wasn’t giving him as much shit as earlier, so he didn’t have any trouble going around the house anymore. He was supposed to be looking for the streamer, but his gut feeling told him that it was a terrible idea. That he should just leave instead.

He should really listen to his gut more often.

He found the streamer on the balcony, leaned over the railing. The balcony was opposite the stairs that led to the first floor, so he had a choice. Another chance to turn around. Either explain, get into deeper shit, and ask for the help he needed, or attempt to pilot the dive bell by himself. He chose the former. I am so stupid for this, he thought. 

He was right.

“Leave me alone while I think about what to do with you.”

The streamer’s voice was still heavy in its distortion due to the voice-changing filter coming from the helmet and it sounded more like a low growl now due to whatever emotion the man was feeling. Frankly, Yellow couldn’t tell.

“You could put me back where you found me.” He mumbled.

“Not before I get something out of it. I didn’t go through all that trouble for nothing.”

“Then why are you sparing me? Why all this?”

The streamer abruptly turned to look at him. “I can’t believe someone could be this fucking dense. You’re alive because I can’t kill you and somehow you have a chunk of my audience wrapped around your finger. They want to see me spare you instead of torturing you to death. A sick game they came up with, or something. Honestly, you want to stay alive, don’t you? With how much you piss me off, you’re making pretty fucking hard to believe! Sometimes, I regret finding you at all.”

That’s a jab to the heart, Yellow frowned.

But it was reasonable. The streamer saved him and he’s been nothing but a pain in the ass so far, hasn’t he? He should’ve been thanking him, but instead, he’s only been giving him bits and pieces of insecurity and fear. Disrespect.

“Don’t think I forgot to consider you and your background. The Spööktube Agency really does kill the bastards they ban, don’t they? But you were banned. And you’re alive. They’ll be looking for you. And what would they think if they knew I had you?” Exasperatedly, the streamer leaned over the balcony again. “Fuck’s sake. I wanted to blow up right there but I was streaming and everyone would see me being an asshole. And the whole porn thing just pushed me over the edge because less than a week ago we had a problem with bots spamming my diving streams with porn links so don’t take it personally, but everything else?”

Yellow was crumbling down again. Since when had he been this sensitive? 

“Shit. Look at you. Nothing to say again,” The streamer growled. “To wonder how your channel grew that large in the first place. Useless.”

Yellow’s breath hitched.

“I-I’m sorry–”

“For what?”

“...For being useless.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I’m sorry for being useless.” The words drew lines in Yellow’s throat. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Good.”

The streamer pushed themself off the balcony shoving past the Spööktuber. “I already have something in mind. Make sure you mean that.”

Yellow only stared as the streamer walked off. 

He didn’t bother doing anything else for the rest of the day except for going back inside the guest bedroom and waiting anxiously for whatever was going to be asked of him. He busied himself by looking outside of the room’s window, watching until the sky turned orange.

He didn’t know how much time passed when the door behind him—which he thought was locked—suddenly clicked shut.

Yellow was taken off-guard. He vividly remembered locking the guest bedroom door and he dreaded to linger on what reasons the streamer would’ve silently gone inside for. Thankfully, his worries were calmed when he noticed nothing else except for a note on the nightstand. The words echoed in his mind: 

Get to the recording studio before 22:00. I’ll let you go tomorrow.

He looked back at the closed guest bedroom door before checking the clock. It was only the start of the evening. Several hours until the time he was expected. 

He left the bedroom only when the clock struck exactly 10. The stars provided no comfort.

Yellow walked into the recording studio and took a seat. In perfect timing, too. The streamer already had all the equipment set up. But Yellow was on edge. He expected some kind of torture device ready for him. A few more sweeps around the room and seemed out of the ordinary.

“Good evening, chat,” The streamer greeted the audience flooding into the stream. Yellow could imagine his sharp teeth bared in enthusiasm. Did they know how this man acted when the cameras were down? “Just in case some of you are illiterate, this is a Conan After Dark stream. And because I care for my audience, I’d like to remind if any of you bastards in there are 21 below, click out now.”

”I know damn well that some of you just clicked I am above 21 while signing up for a LiveLeak Mature account even if you’re way below that so if the third-party age sweeper bot finds you, you’re permanently IP banned.”

It deterred no one. The audience was energetic as ever. 

**LIVE CHAT**

TheBALLCrusher: the fact that the after-dark streams get as many views as diving streams is hilarious

Locotov_Maniac: holy shit the spooktuber is there

PadreGarcia’s_Gun: May god have mercy on me for being here

TheBallsOf87’: WE HAVE A GUEST :tasersinthechat:

_JackMehoff_: i will be collecting my 20MC from big slap fucker now

DEVATCH: Here for the spooktuber

akjashdjjsa: early

Bigslapfucker_69: @_JackMehoff_ fuck urself 

greatestluvofall: SPOOKTUBER

WaveEater: SKMEONE ELSE IS THERE?.

“You bastards are fast. Already figured out tonight’s stream is going to be different, hm?” The streamer chuckled darkly. “Welcome the guest.”

Yellow looked at the camera, but he kept his head down before putting up a hand and waving. He was still anxious about what the streamer was planning—they’d been nothing but cryptic about it. Yellow was scared it was something he couldn’t fulfill.

“Unfortunately, this is going to be a one-night special. Your Spööktuber is going to be gone when morning comes so I say we make the most of it. What do you think, chat?”

**LIVE CHAT**

_JackMehoff_: @Bigslapfucker_69 oh dont worry im about to

Starzick: hi guys! :> my first time here hi yellow btw

TheBALLCrusher: the mfs with spooktube are scraping each quota while ewan is doing whatever the fuck he wants

NoShitSeptemberWinner: EARLY

69MantaSmall: here instead of working on my thesis fr. a girl has needs

AppleBerryGYAAT: :tasersinthechat:

NoddleManOf1986: they are doing sex on live now we won 

69MantaLarge:  sis why r you here instead of working on your thesis

_JackMehoff_: start already i have to wake up early tmrw smh my head

69MantaSmall: WHAT ARE Y O U DOING HERE??/

Yellow was still reading the text on the monitor when he suddenly felt tugging on his helmet’s fabric near the neck. It was the streamer gently pulling it upward, encouraging him to take it off himself.

He’s seldom taken the helmet off with his own filming crew that he actually trusted, yet he was here, about to take it off in front of tens of thousands of total strangers. Yellow let out a shakey sigh. When he raised the visor above his head, the breeze of the room’s air conditioning on his face felt foreign.

Then he flinched when the streamer’s hand cupped his cheek. It felt warm.

Not just the part of his face that was being touched. He felt warm. Yellow didn’t realize it, but he held his breath. Even when the streamer’s hand drifted away, Yellow felt the touch linger. He brought his hand up and his fingers ghosted over the part where the heat was lost.

“You look nice,” The streamer grinned. “Maybe your last video would have gotten more views if you showed your face.”

“I was too ashamed to,” Yellow admitted.

“I think you should be ashamed less.”

**LIVE CHAT**

69MantaLarge: hold on he looks cuter than me what the fuck

Locotov_Maniac: uhhhh bad time but i wanna bring up the fact that spooktube is looking for yellow

TheBALLCrusher: dear god. rate?

_JackMehoff_: looks submissive and breedable fr

Bigslapfucker_69: wait is this one of those streams where we can pay to interact

Vermillion_Loafer: You can’t convince me this isn’t a call boy ://

Shadowmaster_1888: when i walk up to the pearly gates archangel gabriel is going to show me this stream before denying me

PadreGarcia’s_Gun: my prayer for tonight will refer to this entire stream audience by name

Starzick: i wanna blend him

NoddleManOf1986: sexual tension between me and pringles can

“I-I’m not an escort—” Yellow tried to defend himself, but his words were cut off as the streamer lifted his face by the chin and ran a rough, gloved thumb gently across his lower lip. Yellow's eyes darted nervously to the man.

“Let them think what they want. They control the stream. They control you and me,” The streamer whispered. ”You’ll help me give them a show, won’t you? You told me earlier. You were willing to do anything to make it up to me. Unless you’ve forgotten?”

The Spööktuber swallowed thickly. “I haven’t.”

The streamer increased the pressure on Yellow’s lower lip and both lips finally opened for him. A small, hazy noise of embarrassment is drawn out of Yellow when the streamer’s gloved thumb enters his mouth. His tongue raised to meet the latex and he couldn’t help but shudder a little. 

The streamer’s thumb moves deeper into Yellow’s mouth, pressing down against his tongue. Yellow felt every tiny crease on the latex of the gloves and he could even feel how calloused the fingers underneath them were. The streamer eventually presses down harder, forcing Yellow’s mouth to open even wider. Yellow only looked at the streamer’s blue-screened face with fear in his unfocused eyes.

And then he turned his head down. Only for the streamer to force it up again by tilting his face up by his chin.

“Yellow,” The streamer urged. But Yellow’s senses were so flooded that any word that came from the man was almost sweeter than honey. Almost, because that bitter aftertaste never faded, but it was so sickeningly sweet. So sweet that he was feeling his ability to care slipping away again.

The streamer took their thumb out of his mouth eventually, but Yellow’s mouth obediently stayed open. How fucking embarrassing.

Yellow’s mouth closed and his entire face flushed when he caught sight of the streamer stroking their bare cock. It was only the second other human cock he’s seen, but he already knew that the streamer was on the larger side of that demographic. He pried his eyes away from it when he realized that he was staring, but then he had to slap himself mentally for being so absorbed seeing it in the first place.

“Not the first time I’ve had that reaction,” The streamer teased. “Come closer. I thought you knew how this worked.”

Yellow looked back at him with a reddened face before moving his chair ever so closer. With a shy hand, he touched the tip of the dick before giving it a test pump of his own. I haven’t done this to someone else before, he wanted to answer back, but he just let the words die in his throat. The length felt intimidating in his hands, but he only felt worse when he realized the streamer was only half-hard.

He heard a faint groan come from the other man and Yellow didn’t think his face could blush even harder. Suddenly, another hand wrapped his own and it didn’t take long before he realized the streamer was guiding his hand up and down in a rhythmic fashion.

**LIVE CHAT**

Starzick: awww Ewan is so sweet actually

69MantaSmall: yellow shld start sucking him off i think that would be hot asf

Vermillion_Loafer: “i thought you know how this worked” EVEN MORE PROOF ITS A CALL BOY

PadreGarcia’s_Gun: chugging the holy water

TheBALLCrusher: seconding bigslap, where’s the donation board??

_JackMehoff_: @PadreGarcia’s_Gun why tf are you even here bro

PadreGarcia’s_Gun: because this looks hot. ps yellow start sucking him off please and thank you

Locotov_Maniac: Question does being here and watching this make me gay?

NoddleManOf1986: how are so many people typing with one hand

_JackMehoff_: Understandable

Yellow looked at the streamer before obediently getting off the chair and onto his knees. His face was only hovering a few inches from the man’s cock now and, honestly? He was questioning just how the hell he got into a situation where he was going to suck off a kill streamer. Still, he couldn’t help but bite his cheek to stave off the unbearable amount of heat that rushed to his face.

A hand intertwining with his hair suddenly puts him back to Earth and he gave the cock an experimental lick. The cock twitched in excitement and, less than a moment later, Yellow’s lips finally met the streamer’s length. He started off slowly, never going too far beyond bobbing up and down the head.

His tongue ran over the slit and he couldn’t help but shudder at the taste when he caught a dribble of pre-cum. The action earned him an encouraging groan from the streamer. With a little more enthusiasm, he tried to take even more of the length, only to back up when he accidentally surprised himself by going too deep and triggering his gag.

Without warning, the hand in his hair suddenly stiffened, his roots stinging as the fingers clenched around his strands. His head was then abruptly brought down and the rest of the cock is shoved into Yellow’s mouth as he choked in surprise. It slammed into the back of his throat again action and his eyes watered when the streamer kept it there. “Hhghk—“

“Shit, you took me so well.” The streamer purred, the rough hold on Yellow’s hair melting into soft strokes of comfort. “You aren’t useless after all. You look perfect like this.”

The streamer’s hand moved Yellow’s head up and down at a steady pace while Yellow allowed himself to be easily maneuvered despite his throat threatening to seize—a wet, obscene sound coming from his mouth every time his mouth was fucked into again. The long foreign object coming in and out of his throat wasn’t helping his gag reflex, but he didn’t want to upset the streamer. Yellow only whimpered and he planted his hands on the streamer’s knees while he was used as a glorified fleshlight. He was supposed to be obedient. He wasn’t going to be a disappointment.

Suddenly, the streamer pulled his head up until only the tip remained between his lips before rapidly bringing him down again, Yellow feeling as every inch was shoved back into his throat. He put one of his hands around his neck to try and calm down the feeling of wanting to gasp, but he only felt the outline of the thick cock through his skin. The streamer caressed Yellow’s face in response. Yellow felt their gloved thumb rubbing over the area where a tear streamed down and he melted into the touch pitifully quickly.

“God, imagine you all fucked out. The other guy in that video was lucky. He saw you like that, didn’t he?”

Yellow whined.

He didn’t have a response. He looked up at the streamer’s visor with glossy eyes. Drool dripped down his chin and even if he wanted to say something, it would have been cut up and muffled by the cock pumping in and out of his mouth. The wet noises were making his heart flutter.

Eventually, the streamer started to thrust their hips upward to meet Yellow’s mouth. The lewd squelching of Yellow’s throat to the cock pounding into it reverberated through the recording studio as his senses were overwhelmed with the slickness of sex. Yellow never even noticed when the grip on his hair disappeared into gentle pets. He was moving of his own accord now, and yet he was still greedily taking the streamer’s whole length even when his jaw was starting to ache. 

Suddenly, the streamer’s boot rubbed against Yellow’s own bulge in his pants and he couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not. Yellow sobbed around the cock in his mouth at the contact and the vibration made the streamer groan. Yellow found himself involuntarily bucking his hips upward to chase that touch. It felt amazing. He didn’t notice it before either, but that small amount of attention his cock got made him realize that he was getting close.

Then, without warning, the streamer’s grasp on his hair hardened again and he was abruptly pulled down the streamer’s member until the streamer bottomed out. Yellow’s throat spasmed at the deep intrusion as ribbons of thick fluid poured down his throat and he didn’t have any choice but to swallow the unbelievable amount of seed that continued to flow down his throat.

The streamer rode out the whole orgasm this way, hips continuing to move upward until Yellow took down every drop of hot cum he had to give. When the streamer finally pulled him away, a thin line of spit and cum connected Yellow’s lips to the head and he finally got the breath he didn’t know he needed.

“Hhhn.. fuck. I’ll give you credit, I didn’t think I needed this. ”

Yellow looked up at the streamer, coughing a few times as he tried to keep his head straight. He watched as the streamer put their cock back in their suit. After a few moments, Yellow’s mind was suddenly pulled to his own erection straining in his pants and he brought down one hand to palm it for the slightest bit of relief.

This didn’t go unnoticed.

“Get up, I’ll help you with that.”

Hesitantly, Yellow stood up with trembling knees when he was suddenly pulled onto the streamer’s lap. The position made it so that they were facing each other and Yellow blushed when his cock was pressed flush against the streamer’s belt while essentially straddling the man on their chair.

The streamer’s hand wrapped around Yellow’s cock while the other one snaked around his waist to find his ass. Yellow flinched at the contact and sheer sensitivity of his parts. It didn’t take long until the streamer’s gloved fingers found themselves into Yellow’s slack hole and Yellow couldn’t help but let out a small moan. “F-fuck—“

“Let me take care of you one more time.” 

Yellow whimpered and he put his hand over the streamer’s while he was fingered, gently pushing on it as if he were telling the streamer to go deeper. The streamer complied and Yellow moaned to the rhythm of his cock being pumped and the streamer’s fingers squelching in and out of him. It wasn’t fast—it almost felt tender. It felt like the treatment you would get from a lover taking it slow, yet he trembled while clutching the streamer’s shoulder for dear life.

Too bad that all of this was only transactional.

Yellow writhed on the streamer’s lap, only managing to suck in shaky breaths with every beat in the melody that was rough fingers rubbing against his sensitive walls and the hand gently sliding itself down his length. The streamer’s fingers moved expertly inside him, stretching, sinking into him in a way that made his legs shake. The coil in his stomach wound tighter and tighter until the streamer’s fingers brushed against a tight bundle of nerves.

An embarrassing noise tore out of Yellow’s raw throat and he didn’t need to say more before the streamer curled their fingers, hitting that area spot-on a second time. Pitiful whines escaped the Spööktuber as the streamer mercilessly assaulted his prostate until white stars filled his vision and he came with a sob, soiling the streamer’s suit as well as his own.

“I-I’m done…” Yellow breathed out and tugged at the fingers still pumping in and out of his ass. The streamer acknowledged him and gently pulled him off himself, placing Yellow back on his own chair instead.

Yellow watched as the streamer turned back to face the camera. He felt lightheaded and exhausted, so he decided to close his eyes. Just for a little while.

Yellow woke back up inside the guest bedroom in another new diving suit. He stretched his limbs and sat up, but he found that he wasn’t alone now. The streamer was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him, probably waiting for him to wake up this whole time.

“I fell asleep.” Yellow awkwardly spoke first.

“You did. I’m here to give you my part of the deal.”

Yellow turned to the clock and saw that it was 4 AM in the morning. Looking out the window proved that as well. The moonlight was filtering through the glass and—because the lights were turned off—providing the only illumination inside the room they had.

The streamer stood up and Yellow quickly went to follow. He was being let go. Why wasn’t he more excited? It’s not like he had nothing to come back to.

Did he?

“Walk faster.”

Eventually, both of them left the streamer’s house and Yellow came face to face with the dive bell they took to get there. It was similar to his own by design, but there was an expanded amount of gizmos on the control panel inside that you would get lost if you tried to use it blind. It was a good thing Yellow didn’t try to get down himself.

The streamer walked inside the dive bell and set something up on the control panel before telling Yellow to strap himself into the seats mounted on the walls. It looked like the dive bell was designed to hold more than one person, so he chose the seat nearest to the control panel before watching as the streamer left him inside.

“...Hey.”

The streamer turned around.

“Thank you.”

The streamer only stared and Yellow thought the man wasn’t going to say anything else, so he tiredly leaned his head on the harness. After a few moments, he heard a faint growl.

“Try not to die down there.”

Yellow lifted his head again, but the door to the dive bell was closing and he only caught a small glimpse of the streamer before the vehicle sealed.

The dive bell started to descend and Yellow felt the familiar humming of the vehicle as the crane lowered. He didn’t exactly have anything to go back to, but he wasn’t dead and he had that going for him. He was going to look for his old crew’s dive bell and go back to the boarding house—assuming The Agency hadn’t picked the place clean to prepare it for another crew—and he was going to go back to the mainland and quit filming altogether.

That was the least of a future he could be aiming for.

SCREEEEEECH.

The dive bell stopped.

And then it started lowering again, but this time it was fast. Too fast. Yellow looked at the altitude meter in a panic and realized he was dropping as if the rope of the crane snapped. Was he going to die now?

This harness isn’t going to save me, Yellow thought as he quickly unclasped himself and reached for the dive bell’s controls. There were multiple buttons there but he didn’t have time to scan everything before the vehicle would crash into The Old World’s floor. He wasn’t going to think about if this was intentional. He has time for that after he dies from impact.

A button catches his eye. He slammed on it as hard as he could.

He only saw the Spööktube logo everything went dark.