YouTuber's in Cults

Chapter 1

Today's the first cult meeting of the year. I've been apart of this cult for so many years now and it's interesting to see our new members joining us daily. We usually meet in this huge underground tunnel that no one really knows about. I guess it's cool.

The front door is guarded by some big dude who probably get's more pussy than me. What am I kidding, everyone gets more pussy than me. That's why I've moved on to dicks! Still not much of an improvement though. Anyway.

"Password?" He asks in a voice that's deeper than my ass.

"Audible.com." I tell him and he let's me through. I make my way down the stairs that go underground. When I reach the big room, I already feel my social anxiety building up. To my left is the beauty guru's putting on their ceremonial makeup. I see Rosanna Pasino preparing our ritual food to the right.

I make my way to my group in the back passing by Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil pulling cat's out of their mouths. Now I understand their phrase "the cat whiskers come from within". These people make no sense to me. But who am I to judge. I eat hamburgers from a waffle iron.

I see my boyfriend Ryland waving to me in the back and I rush over to him. He's sitting with Drew, Garett, TheGabbieShow, Trisha Paytas, Ricky Dillon, and Trevor Moran.

They've already got their cloaks on so I pull mine off the wall beside them and put it on. "Does this robe make me look fat?" I ask the group of people before me.

"Nah Shane, your pussy is still pippin'." Trevor states, flinging his hair over his shoulder in a sassy manner.

"Thanks bitch, now let's get to praising the lord Satan."

The ceremony starts and all the lights dim. In the front of the room, our leader emerges. The one and only Marina Joyce. Such a queen. At first I wasn't sure because all the bullshit on YouTube that was going around but I respect her. The bitch still got more balls than me.

"Attention all my children," she starts, "today I have new assignments for some of you."

The room fills with small squeals of excitement. I'm one of them. But the squeal didn't come from my mouth. I ate a burrito earlier and it's not agreeing with me.

"Sawyer Hartman, please come forward."