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Keemstar

He was a light, that shone so brightly on your face at night, he made your skin creep. His wretched voice  saying "What is up Drama Alert Nation, I'm your host, Killer Keemstar, let's get roight into the news!" god, why did he have to be so consummate? You knew almost everything about him, where he lived, his birthday, things that could make his channel crumble. All at your finger tips.

You liked messing with him. One day he would give into your psychological scheme. How mentally stable could someone like him be? You did realize that he could ruin your life just as easily as you could ruin his, but who would care about you when his address is leaked? You're worthless in the eyes of most, except Keem. He is the reason you are doing what you were. Honestly, if he would just kill himself, you would be done, but his begging kept you coming back.

He would beg for you on a day to day basis not to post his information, all the while you were dropping subtle hints that something big was going to happen, Keem was extremely dense, so of course he did not notice, he would be an easy rabbit to kill.

Every day you would talk to him, about anything, he would listen and sometimes give you a repulsive response. You made him become emotionally attached to you. With each passing hour, you knew he wanted to meet up with you more and more.

You needed to make it seem like you were giving in, that you were less imperial than he was. As stated previously, he was too dense to think about what was really going on. So you guys set up a date. To finally meet. You were secretly ecstatic, but you would not show him emotion.

So you guys decided to meet up, you would be going over to the house where he had filmed so many videos. You had driven over to his house in your broken down car. The first thing you smelled when you stepped out was popcorn. The sweet scent of buttery popcorn filled your nostrils, leaving you exasperated. You made your way to the house, taking one last breath before knocking on the door.

He did not leave you for more than three minutes, as he came and answered the door, the smell of popcorn hit you hard, it smelled treible, you hated the smell of popcorn. You looked at him, his skin was oily with butter, he was definitely hotter in person, and it made your poosi produce a butter-like pith. You bit your lip as he stepped back, insisting that you would come inside, something he would like to do to you as well.

aha goteem

As the night went on, the sexual tension grew. Neither of you could bear it any longer, but obviously Keem wanted it more as he saucily said in a loud whisper "I want my popcorn sized pens inside of your buttery popcorn popper." he looked at you with a provocative devotion, burning fervently in his eyes.

You gave in and instantly sprang on top of him like a freshly piece of popped popcorn, instantaneously you felt his small bulge, not growing bigger as it was generally small. He ripped off all of your clothing, including his own. You felt his palms getting buttery with sweat.

His sweet, sensual, steamy, lecherous, and epicurean popcorn ran down your back. You felt the butter sinking into your porous skin layers. The amount of popcorn he had confounded you, but you were determined to eat it all, you started to consume the popcorn. Even though you hated popcorn, you could not resist it from Keem. Your least favorite YouTuber. It melted in your mouth as you practically started inhaling all of it, it was the best popcorn you ever had, even though that was not hard to beat, you were getting full, but you did not care. You wanted this more than you wanted to live, you two were like an emo couple who wanted to fuck more than you wanted to die.

It was five percent pleasure, thirty percent pain, and one-hundred percent reason to consume his popcorn. You never felt anything like this, the emotion was luscious and mutual. You needed to engulf yourself into more of his popcorn.

Everything was going well, that is, until you started to choke on the popcorn. He shoved his fingers down your throat, making you vomit all over him. He put his mouth up to yours as he continued to propel his long, hairy fingers down your throat, you could feel him tearing at your esophagus. The popcorn kernels were cutting into your throat, and he kept going, you got onto your knees due to lack of oxygen, and he held you, while saying a prayer and kissing the air saying "We all die a little sometimes, it's alright, we all hurt a little sometimes, we're alright. There is weakness in your grip and God is holding all of the hope, don't you ever let me go. I'm on my knees and I'm hoping that you'll hold me tonight, hold me tonight." He then said "I have been listening to a lot of MCR and i did not know what to say".

keemstar more like cringestar

Your vision went blurry and as you started to drift off you heard him say "With my last and my single breath, I'll still be giving it to you.", his voice trailed off quickly as the whole world went black. While you were unconscious, you were floating through a world of popcorn and Keemstar. Why did your whole, worthless life have to be revolving around this loser, you literally hated him but you were so obsessed with him and his life for some unknown reason, I mean obviously you have never realized that being obsessed with someone makes you an A1 loser. Are you really that desperate to fuck the most hated man on the internet?

Yes. You really did love the idea that he was hated, especially because you hated him too, I would not be surprised if everybody hated you as well, I mean you are reading this. You have nothing better to do with that thing you supposedly call a life. I mean, you are going to look back on this and say "Wow, why did I read this far into these shitty stories?". Anyways back to the story:

You woke up in his arms, he was hysterically sobbing, literally squealing "THESE DEMONS WON'T LEAVE ME! MY ONLY FRIEND IS THE DEMON THAT LIES INSIDE OF ME! I CAN'T ESCAPE THIS HELL! THIS DEMON IS BEING CAGED UNDER MY SKIN! SATAN EXPEL YOURSELF FROM MY BODY YOU SCANDALOUS BEING!", even though you were still sleepy, you cringed.

He noticed that you were now awake and he started to shove popcorn down your throat. You started screaming for him to stop. He realized that he was hurting you in more ways than he could comprehend, because he has autism, give him a break he doesn't know social cues. He looked at the ground, quickly stood up, and he told you to leave before he caused any problems again. You immediately complied and drove yourself home.

When you got home, you were completely exhausted. You made a post on Reddit exposing his address and his real name. You hoped someone would go over there and kill him, you didn't realize this, but making that post would make him the most irrelevant YouTuber out there. Even though he would not die physically, his career would die.
  
   You unsubscribed from him, as soon as you hit the button to officially unsubscribe, you heard a faint dinosaur roar and a voice saying "What is up guys, it's-". You did not catch the name, but you knew you had found your new passion.