I Want to Help You (CrankGamePlays x OC) [COMPLETED]

The Livestream

The next three days went by fast, but I made friends with everyone. I finally found everyone's role. Mark's sarcastic, Ethan's a laugher, Tyler makes jokes, and Amy's sensible. I don't play a role. I'm usually in the guest room, except for meals, in which Mark, being my "therapist," makes me eat when i could be working. I keep trying to convince him I'm not starving myself (because i'm not, I just don't have any time) but he won't let it go. It's probably for the best, anyway— I don't want to get sick or anything.

It's Thursday, and I am almost done with the shirts. Ethan and I are driving back from the store. "So, I think Mark and Tyler are recording in the place you used to stay."

"Okay."

"So you need to sneak past, otherwise you might get caught; I don't think Mark wants you to be known yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'd be fine with you on video, but it's Mark's house so I can't contradict him. He doesn't want people to go crazy about a new person, especially if it's someone that is known as a fan," I feel my heart sink at the word "fan." Ethan notices and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it, okay? If you are seen we can edit you out." He says. I nod, squeezing his hand back before letting go so he can drive with both hands. A few minutes later we pull into the driveway and get out. As we walk in, we here Mark, Tyler, and Amy laughing. Ethan walks ahead.

"Ethan! Welcome back! Come join us!"

"What'cha recording?"

"Recording? No, it's June's charity livestream!" I pale. Livestream. They can't just edit me out. I look at Ethan. He mouths run quietly, try not to be seen. I pull up my hood and sneak behind him and into the room. I sit on the bed, my heart pumping from adrenaline. Phew, that was close. I open my bag and take out my earphones, plugging them into my computer as I log in. I put on the livestream and sit back, watching them talk; I always love tuning in, it's like they're keeping me company when I work. So I keep it on in the background and switch tabs to work on the newest t-shirt design. It's a "Stay cranky!" shirt. I draw, trying not to worry about if I was seen or not.

After ten minutes, I'm done sketching, and I start to color.

"Okay, let's check the numbers," Mark says. I look up at my computer, checking how close they are to reaching their goal. "Tyler check while I try to set up the game."

"Okay. Ten dollars from Leyla... Five from Kenzie 'Great cause, wanted to help' ... Wow! A kid named Anai donated 1,000 dollars!"

"Wait seriously?!" Ethan croaks. They all crowd around. Mark reads over Tyler's shoulder.

"Hey, I wanted to donate a lot because this cause is close to me. Plus, while I am donating, the chat and I want to let you guys know that we think there's a robber in your house, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. They went into the door, behind the couch and chairs, on the right. Good luck." Mark says slowly. They look at each other. A robber?

"Should we check it out?" Ethan asks quietly.

"Yeah. Amy, bring the camera, please. I'm just gonna try to knock them out. You guys coming?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Tyler says. Ethan nods. He's a bit pale. The camera wobbles as it's being pulled off the stand. They walk back and to the door indicated. My heart's racing. What if the robber hurts them? Who let them in? Was it Ethan and I? The chat's going nuts. My heart pounds. They open the door, and I jump.

(A/N)

MINI CLIFF HANGER MWAHAHA actually most of you can probably figure out what happens tbh

Plus I'm gonna update this again in like two seconds so ya NOT SO CLIFF HANGER

NO SONG because I'm in study hall and my earbuds broke last night ;~;

~ Salem

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