Smii7y x OC

Meeting A Ginger.

Melinoë's POV.

A mirror showed the mess that I was but still. No one had to see that and no one was about to see that. My eyes and hair had not been cared for as sleep claimed my eyes and the usual bun claimed my hair. Not an unusual occurrence for me though.

The screen behind me lit up and a small but to the point message was seen. My eyes had to focus but then I gave up and sat at the large black desk and put my glasses on. The screen finally reaching my eyes in a way that they could understand.

Hey, Ginger. I assume you are okay with the nickname. Do you want to record? I know you are probably busy but, I think it would be a bit of fun for us. ~ Vanossgaming

I am pretty bored right now. All of my usual games are boring me so what do you suggest? ~ Gingerbiscuit.

Golf it? ~ Vanossgaming

I have it downloaded but never played so sure. If you could invite me. Who will be playing? ~ Gingerbiscuit.

Me, Kryoz, Panda, Craig possibly, Ohmwrecker, Wildcat and if he ever decides to wake up, Smii7y. ~ Vanossgaming

The request came through and I made sure that the tape was covering my camera and that the autotune was on.

"Bitch," Was shouted down a microphone and the name Kryoz lit up. They all laughed but I had only just joined, so I was clueless but the game was due to start soon. I logged in and joined a game that Vanoss had invited me to and sounds of surprise were heard.

"All right fuckboys. Who is pretending to be Ginger?" Tyler shouted and there was a room full of silence and so I took it.

"No one bitch." The tune surprised them and I watched as they clicked on their screens to allow them to see discord. They could see my name and brand. It was all genuine and their faces fell.

"Tell me who you are Ginger." Craig had only just shouted when I shouted over him and then he shut up. The auto-tune had sent a high-pitched screech through all of their speakers.

"I feel like we should all introduce ourselves to you," Craig commented after he had let me quiet down, everyone seemingly turning my volume down.

"Nah. I watch all of your videos all the time. I know who you are now hurry up bitches I am impatient." Anthony tried to act like I was being unreasonable and I was but he did as I said as he clicked on the start and the screens loaded into the map.

"How do I play?" Was all I asked and they had lost it. I had moved my mouse and then clicked as my ball went flying. A word had appeared on my screen and I shrugged.

"I broke the game. It says 'Hole-in-one' but I didn't get a hole in one. I clicked and flung my mouse." Shouts of anger and disbelief hit me and I shrugged not sure of what to do for the next few minutes.

"Anthony just click and flick. You weak ass bitch who can't get a hole-in-one on the first hole. Try again bitch you cuck lord looking ass." The words seemed to flow and yet not a soul could tell what my intent was with them.

"What?" A confused Tyler asked as he tried to work out my sentence.

"You heard me bitch." I shouted so loud that Anthony managed to get it into the hole on the 15th and final stroke. They all audibly complained waited for the next map to then load.

"How do I play? Hole-in-one. Bitch please." Tyler mumbled annoyed as he struggled and I sat at the goal. A white ball with a small and sweet propeller hat came by. I was in the shrubbery so he had no clue I was there until it was too late.

"Fuck you, Ginger." He shouted as he flew to another part of another map. He then reset near to the beginning. I hid again but when I got ready to hit John, he hit me and I ended up in the goal.

"Thanks, John." I could barely say anything else as he shouted all sorts of profanities and slammed the desk. Annoyed at the shot he had wasted.

"Cucks don't pay off. Unless you are me." I had let slip as I celebrated the win that I had accidentally achieved. They all seemed to grow angrier and angrier.

"I feel like this game is making you all hate me and frankly I don't care. My parents have raised me to be used to that." The deep and uncertain words put them all on edge.

"What do I even say to that?" Smii7y slipped out as he scored a hole in five. It was a double bogey and he was clearly shit at the game. I was stuck however as Vanoss kept hitting me back to the start.

"Nothing. Just like my parents did. Now, keep going like this Vanoss and you're gonna have to catch some fists. Like I did from my parents." It was clear that they had no clue if I was being serious about my parents.

"All right you sick fucks my parents love me but they have no clue this is my job so they can't watch my videos." When I blurted that out Evan let me go and I scored the hole in a second. Tyler began bitching about it but I stayed silent. "Suck my meaty chode," I shouted as I was in the lead. I was winning by a longshot and that pissed them all off.

"So you're a dude," John shouted and I felt a few words come to mind. They then became a little more verbal.

"Just because I have a dick does not mean I am a dude. There are more than two gender preferences you dick," I declared down the microphone. They had to turn me down again as I did this and even finished the long game. Finally.

When we finished we all spoke. I kept my autotune on and they had no clue. My voice changed from video to video and yet not a soul knew who I was they didn't even know the colour of my hair.

"So, Ginger. Can we know anything?" Smii7y tried his luck and I had to give it to him and his attempts to get at me. I had to pretend to think when Tyler kicked in.

"What if we play a game? If you lose then you answer a question. None about what you look like but about yourself. Like what you did before you were a YouTuber. I was a disappointment for example." We all gave a laugh at the self putdown.

"I want to know all the questions and I will choose them." That was more than I had done in the past but as the time was checked, I realised that I had to be elsewhere.

"I have to head off. If you message me, I will tell you when I am ready to do it." They agreed with me and messages popped up. They had messaged me on discord and a few asking for my phone number.

I turned it all off and headed out to work. It wasn't a glamorous job for some but it was a good cover for me. I had to explain where the money came from.