Yogscast X Reader

Yogscast X ??? (Special)- Beautiful

Ok yet again a short one and although I said it was gonna be long I've got an idea for a Ross X Reader which should be pretty long when its complete and it should be coming after a request by one of you guys (You know who you am! In preparation I'd like to apologise if its crap) but thank you guys for being patient an supportive of me when I was unable to update for days or weeks on end but I've come to a end in high school and I'm confused whether I'm happy about it or not... So until I head back to school I have plenty of time and some of it I'm gonna spend on updating this book and other books I've practically abandoned .

Thank you everyone! Love you all!~

Beck~~ Xx

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My face is more blank than usual today. No emotion, no feeling, no colour. Nothing. Normal people have beautiful faces. Full of colour ranging from black to white, faces full of emotions ranging from sadness to happiness and a range of feelings from pain to pleasure. They are the people who are aware and know what existing is like. I've never experience that.

With shaky hands, I held the marker to the thin I call my face, whilst looking directly at the mirror in front of me. Its the only way o fit in.

I began to draw upon the thing I call my face. Lines drawn in perfect detail, every different part creating a different line, pattern, texture. I was going to fit in.

I moved onto the other variety of bright colours, admiring the perplexing greens, vivid purples, beautiful reds. I was going to fit in and be one of them finally.

Picking up the next marker, I drew on my lips, my eyebrows, my eyes, everything.

When I looked in the mirror, I was greeted with a beautiful being. Dressed in a white hoodie with a white Yogscast t-shirt under it, white skinny jeans and white converse to cover my feet. Over to my left lay skin toned gloves, laying softly on a black pillow, encased in a glass box in which only I had the ability to open.

I only had to graze he box with the lightest touch for it to open and greet me with the gloves yet again. They were beautiful. The detail was exquisite, it included the fingernails, veins running up and down the hand and other small details of other markings on normal hands. I envy them for having these beautiful hands, they can shake peoples with out people freaking out, they can hold things and it looks natural, they have all of these beautiful features which I don't have ad I never will unless I put on these gloves.

Now for a hat... Perfect! A Yogscast hat to support the team. No harm done in wearing a simple baseball cap to support them!

Time for work.

My hard work was completed and people had began to recognise me a I walked down the street. Heads turned as I walked by and small whistles from people as I simply smiled at them, appreciating the gesture. They're finally recognising me as one of them. No snide remarks, no harsh gestures, no awkward stares. I finally felt at peace.

When I entered the building all eyes were on me. Lewis looked in a daze but smiled anyways, Kim greeted me through shaking my hands but seemed to be afraid to touch me, the Hat Lads seemed almost too frightened to approach me.

I quickly approached the room I was set in, with a bunch of others. I wasn't an editor, no, but I worked in the 'Fanbase Section'.

I walked in and was greeted instantly by the room of orange and white. It blended perfectly and we all refused to change it.

The current head of the department walk in after me, having to slide past me quikly as to get to her desired desk. That's FunkyFunnyBunnies, making sure everything typed made sense, every letter was in the right position and - like most of us- was apart of the Yogscast fandom. She didn't notice my new makeover.

As she sat at a desk that was in the corner of the room, isolating herself from everyone else and quickly loaded up the computer. I decided to sit at a computer in the middle of the room, not bothering to turn it on.

Once I was comfortable, I watched in silence as all of the other crew piled in. MelissaFabian6, Thearcticfoxz21, SierraOwls, SarahKhel, ArtfulWalrus, Rel1963, Revas_Fen. They all came in and did practically the same thing without a single word eapcaing their mouths.

"You okay?" I turned to look at Hannah, stood next to Kim, who looked at me out of pure shock," When did you do this?" Hannah approached me, directing her question clearly at my face as I slightly looked to the floor.

"This morning," I mumbled, knowing full well how Hannah would react.

She knelt in front of me with a smile, with a fresh wipe in her hands," I think we should remove it"

At the thought, my attention went to my surroundings. The design of the room, was still the same besides there only being one computer now, which I sat at. And the others? They were still here but only I could see them. Only I was aware that they were here, looking at the two Yogs in amazement. They were practically ghosts in this room, a faint shadow which followed me around and anyone but me would find it easy to walk through them and not feel a thing. I envied them. I carried them along with me because me and them, we are one person.

I turned back to Hannah with a slow nod as she smiled up to me and began to wipe away the marks on my face.

Once it was done she pulled out a compact mirror from her pocket and showed me what I now looked like with a bright smile plastered on her face," I think you look beautiful like this bud"

I am not based on skin, I do not contain eyes or any form, a nose, ears nor a mouth. He height was not justified neither my weight. My voice was mixed with thousands of sounds and my heart bigger than the milky way. My talents varied , my preferences changed . I knew thousands of people and hated hundreds more. All of this is the outcome of being thousands of people in one body.

I am Dave Yognau(gh)t and I have the balls...