Dead Replays (Cryaotic)

The sun shone bright through the slit in the curtains of her room. She only stood up and, with a tired yawn, slipped her feet into her slippers. Silently walking over to the window, she squinted because of the burning light.

She broke the distance between the two curtains and joined them together, leaving her room in a darker state than before. She turned around, and flopped onto her bed to fall asleep yet again.

But she never did.

Bored, she decided to take out her phone and browse the internet through her phone. She opened up YouTube and checked the "What to watch" section, which included videos from the YouTubers she subscribed to.

"Pewds has another prop hunt video!" she grinned, but decided to save the giggles for later, proceeding to comment on Toby's new GTA V video and his lazy-vlog, before she had come to a video that had caught her eye and wouldn't get out of her mind.

The video was titled "I'm Tired" and it was made by her favorite YouTuber, Cryaotic or ChaoticMonki.

Eager to see what he was talking about, she tapped on the video, and it took her to the page. The video buffered and started playing. A black screen was shown, but it did not seem like one of the usual screens that Cry had always put in his videos.

It seemed more like a room engulfed in darkness.

"Hi, guys. And welcome to Cry Talks. This time, it will be something different. Something I will probably regret in the future, but it's for my own good and your punishment. I hope you understand this.

Since I've been in this YouTube video-making business, there have been some of you asking to see my face. Some even going to the extremes -- finding out where I live, trying to track down my IP address. Hell, even trying to find me through Scott's friends on a social-networking site called "Facebook".

Apart from you who want to see my face, there are also some of you who say I don't pay any attention to you. Some of you who say I hate you guys, am an unappreciative little fuck, and, well, mainly comments of that type.

Despite the fact I constantly keep stressing that I am only one (and also very busy) person, some of you have never stopped with your bullshit.

In the past couple of days this bullshit has been far worse than ever, and you've actually made me regret my decision. My decision to attempt to make people laugh and to make them smile. My decision to partner with YouTube, and become one of the YouTubers.

What you have, all this time, been thinking of as 'constructive criticism' and 'suggestions' to make me a 'better YouTuber' has, in fact, only driven me away from making videos, gaming commentary, animating, streaming every Saturday from 11 PM to somewhere around 6 or 7 AM and, in general, trying to break down the walls of my shyness to make your day better.

Well.

Fuck you.

I will not stand for your shit, and I will definitely not be your little puppet to control and manipulate to your liking.

I have my likes and dislikes and, all this time, I have been teaching you to respect and accept them. Yet you, as my 'students', let's say, have failed me every time.

Your actions have driven me to do this," he finished his rant, and suddenly, the light turned on.

In front of the recording camera was a young man, looking to be 24. His appearance consisted of dark blonde hair, pale skin and almost dull blue eyes, glasses resting peacefully on the bridge of his nose.

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she stared at the screen intently.

"This is me. This is the person you've been wanting to see in the last few years, and this is the person you've finally gotten to see. With my flaws, my 'perfections' and everything in between.

Some of you have feared this for a long time, and I'm very sorry about that. You have your buddies to blame for this. Thank them. Hate them. I don't care.

To those of you who have been the good, loyal viewers who've never failed me; I thank you. I truly, truly thank you for all of the support you've given me and my mask all of these years. I wish I could talk to each and every one of you and respond to your messages. I wish I could show you I care for you, unlike some others.

All I have to say is; I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy to have finally gotten what you wanted by practically forcing it out of me. Making me hate what I do and hate YouTube itself.

Thanks to you, I will not be uploading more videos. Not gaming commentary, nor animations, or QnA's or Cry Reads or anything.

I will be focusing on my real life now. My girlfriend and my family and my friends. If you see me somewhere on the streets, don't bother coming up to me.

I only wish things could have turned out better. For me and for you," Cry sighed, and then continued. His voice seemed to thicken with sadness, and his sapphire blue eyes seemed to have begun filling with tears.

"The last of what I will say to you is; I love you. Thanks for sharing the memories. For letting me live my dreams for a little while. For letting me, at least for a short time, be the 'Sup Guy'. Thank you for your support, your comments, fan-art... Thank you.

I love you. Bye," with that, the video ended and faded into a slide-show of said man's photos; from birth to present day.

Until the video had ended she hadn't even acknowledged the tears that had been gathering in her eyes at a rapid rate.

She let out a breath - a sob - that she hadn't even realized she was holding. She buried her head into her pillow after locking her phone. Thoughts had suddenly flashed through her mind.

She would no longer hear the beautiful sound of his voice, lulling her to sleep. She would no longer see him playing as numerous characters, making connections with old and new characters. Or the heavenly "friend" and "sir" that he would often say in his playthroughs. No longer would she watch his animations such as "The Numbers", nor listen to the dark and mysterious way that he read Creepypastas and Nosleeps. She would no longer hear that beautiful, infectious laughter of his that made her want to pull him in for a snuggle.

All she had of the man she once admired, loved, swooned over was dead replays.

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Have you learned your lesson, now?

I basically wrote this because I needed to make it clear to people Cry won't put up with this shit if you keep giving it to him more often and worse than before.

Every man has a breaking point, and Cry may, one day, have his.

Be careful.

Thanks for reading!

- Beir