James finishes up his stream, saying goodbye to chat, then ending. He lets out a sigh of relief because he fucking hates his fans for some reason. He gets up out of his office and into his kitchen where he eats his beans on toast with a side of tea and a crumpet like the little British boy he is. After his meal, he sits on his couch. he lays down and quickly passes out, forgetting to lock his window.
He wakes up in a dark, confined space in the fetal position while being shoved around. He tried to move his head but it hit the roof of the thing he was in. He looks up to suddenly see the light, blinding James for a good minute as he tries to look around. He peaks his head up to see himself in an alleyway that wasn't bright but it certainly wasn't dark. He looked to his right to see someone running away from where he was.
"OI BRUV! GET BACK HERE YOU TWAT" He screams down the alleyway, but sure enough, the person got away before James could get out of the space he was in. he thought about that. then he decided to get out of the space. he looked back to see a medium-sized box that looked like it had been through a tornado. He saw his phone and he immediately grabbed it and turned it on. His background had been changed to a beer with text on the bottom of the image. The text read, "Open your notes app, James marriot." James let out a screech and screamed, "THERES TWO T'S IN MY NAME YOU FUCKIN WANKER", with a pitch so high that all the neighborhood cats turned to look at the weird British guy that was sitting criss-cross applesauce, staring at his phone with a childish angry look on his face. The mothers with their kids were whispering, turning the children away from the alley.
When James reluctantly opened the notes app, he saw a new note next to all the ones that he used to brainstorm things like his music. On the music note, it said:
"MUSIC INSPIRATIONS: being in love, being in love with a guy, being broken up with, being cheated on, fruits"
He clicked on the new one, which was titled "READ". In the note, it read:
"Greetings, James. You may be thinking to yourself, 'Where am I? Why was I in a box?'. I figured you'd be fine with being in a dark Amazon box since you're used to being in a dark closet.
But to answer your questions, my friend, you were in the box because I shipped you to America. You're in the alley of a Costco. A Costco in San Deigo, California. You might be wondering how I did this and why I did this. Well, I put sleeping pills in your beans. yes, I know you fake your bean-intolerance. And why. Well, James, you've been rude to the poor for the last time. Remember that time you banned me for saying I was poor? And when I did an unban request on stream you laughed and spit on the camera? Or when I finally got enough money to fly over to see you live and you kicked me for getting the cheapest seats? Or when I asked you to take a selfie with my iPhone 10 and you just laughed and walked away? All because you hate the poor. so how about you try being poor? I've transferred all your online money into a temporary account, which you'll get back when you return to your beans on toast in England. It would be useless anyways with pounds to dollars but it doesn't matter. The last question you might have is who am I? Well, my friend. That's for me to know and you to find out when you reach your final destination. Your end goal is to make it to New York City within two months. No plane rides, idk just ask your friends to help you, man. good luck. Try not to get shot xx -Anon
PS there are more notes for you to read."
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James Marriott visits America
FanfictionJames Marriott is forced into America to face his fears of Americans with their guns
