"Yuri was deleted. I'm not Yuri. I'm a cosplayer. Now I'm going to go back on stage. Goodbye." I hiss. I walk past the line and glitch on to the stage. This has to be a dream. There's to many things that are unnatural. I think. I sit next to Mom, twiddling with my thumbs. We finish, and I head backstage, then out into the crowd. Or3o practically tackles me, and I squirm out if her grip. "Hate to cut you off, but I need some fresh air." I say. I walk outside, and see another creator I hadn't met yet, CG5. We exchange a few words, then I head into an alleyway. I hear something crackle, and I turn around. It was a man, with a knife. I unarmed him and out of shock he runs. I hold onto the knife. I close my eyes. To everyone that's ever known me, I'm sorry. I think. I sigh, grip the knife, and plung it twice into my gut, and once into my heart. I fall to the ground, and hear rapid footsteps. This... Isn't real. I'm not in pain. I think. It was my own parents, or my dream parents. "Y/N..." Dad says. "Mat... Steph... Come a bit closer." I gasp. They kneel before me, and a lean forward. I kiss Steph on the forehead, and do the same to Mat. My vision fades, and I feel my eyes dim. "Remember me." I say...
Then I woke up.
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His Little Theorist
ParanormalYou are the daughter of MatPat and Steph, but here's the thing. You don't even know it. The doctor said you had died, but little did they know, you were at a local orphanage. When the couple comes in, what will you do?
