TW:SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
THIS GOES FOR ALL PARTS.
Vikk's POV
"Recordings! We need fresh content. We keep uploading just lucky blocks." Preston says.
I'm in a Skype call with all of the Pack. And I'm not talking like Preston, Rob and I.
I mean Lachlan, Mitch, Rob, Preston, Jerome and I, All 6 of us.
I had moved down to Aussie land to be more near Lachlan because we recorded a lot together, they were all coming down in a few days, we needed recording ideas.
"I mean we have the Pack meet up coming up." Lachlan counters. "Yes, But that's not a video that has multiple parts." Jerome says.
"The fans like H3M" Rob said. "It's not like it's all of us anyway. It's usually only Mitch, Lachlan, Vikk and Preston." Rob continued.
"I mean, we could do some IRL videos?" I suggested. "Like what?" Preston asked.
"Death cup?" I shrugged, adjusting my camera. "Like that's new! You're no help! Bye!" Preston joked, kicking me out of the call.
I sigh slightly, seeing all their faces leave my screen. I don't know why, but it's been getting on my nerves a lot more than it should.
Lately, The boys have been kicking me out of calls, calling me names or pushing me around. I thought that it was just for the viewers, but it's starting to happen outside of recordings.
I slowly lean back in my chair, trying to relax. I see the group call load back up on my screen, as their mics kick in with their face cams.
"-Believe him! I swear, he tries so hard to be like us." Lachlan scoffed.
I wonder who they were talking about. "Vikk really needs to learn that he is shit at video games." Mitch said.
Oh...
"Uh guys.. You should probably stop sayi-" Jerome tried to cut them off.
"No no. Hear me out. He's a good guy, but he needs to learn his place.' Lachlan said again.
"I'd love to here more about this asshole guy Vikk" I mutter.
"I tried to tell you guys..." Jerome mumbles.
"Oh god. Hi Vikk...Uh how much did you hear?" Mitch asks. "Starting at 'believe him!'. Why was it worse before?" I asked.
"No! i mean..Uh." Mitch stutters out. "I can't believe you guys." I spat, leaving the call.
The people who i thought were my best friends, talk about me behind my back. I scratch my arm, bringing slight satisfaction.
My nails were dullish, not causing much pain, but still felt good. It put my mind to ease.
But now i have to deal with the awkwardness of a whole month with the lot.
Just.
Great.
