Anonymous X Reader

The Beginning

All your life, you've felt like an outcast to society, longing for a world where everyone is truly equal.

You've been a small-time hacker all your life but nobody's ever paid attention to you. People that knew you outside of social media just called you, "weird" or, "different."

All your life, you've been a groupie of sorts for an online hackivist group called "Anonymous." Following their status closely online.

You've always wanted to be a part of their group, "Right.." You scoff to yourself, closing your computer with a small click and pulling the silk blanket over your shoulders. You eventually find yourself in a state of sleep.

The next morning, you wake up and see, "#Anonymous" trending on Twitter. You were a bit startled, they've been dormant for years. You scroll through the tag, finding yourself amused at the memes and fancams.. You click play on one of the fancams.. Nicki Minaj music is playing in the backround. The video shows a slideshow of a member of Anonymous synced to the music.. You sigh dreamily to yourself, "Why are they hitting different..?" You slap your hands over your mouth and blush. *Do I seriously have feelings for a mask?!*, you think to yourself, scolding yourself internally. You shake your head, dismissing the fantasy. "C'mon Y/N.. It's a mask.." You say through gritted teeth, embarrassed of yourself.
You eventually shake off the feeling of embarrassment and continue to scroll through the tag, feeling a desire that you've never quite felt before.. Nicki Minaj.. How could your music make me feel this way?

After a while of mindless scrolling, you find yourself becoming bored, you decide to do something a bit more fun. You get an idea. You crack your knuckles and open a redbull, you put on your Nicki Minaj playlist and insert the airpods into your ears.
You begin to hack into the president's Twitter account. This feeling of rebellion surges through you while the barb queen's music fuels you.

You tweet out, "im resigning as president. stan nicki minaj for clear skin xoxo -donald pissbaby." You laugh to yourself as you log out of the account. You turn on the news station and watch as reporters laugh at the hacked account on live television. You smirk to yourself and log back into your twitter, seeing the situation already start to trend.

-Your laptop gives off a pinging notification sound, it appeared as if someone was trying to videocall you.. Your heart sank. Was it the feds? No, you were untraceable.. You give a shallow inhale and adjust your hair, sitting up tall in your desk and answering the videocall.

A low husky voice answers that appears to be digitally modified to sound masculine and ominous, "Hello, Y/N.."-

You slam the laptop closed, mortified. You slap yourself across the face, hard, yelping as your hand made contact with your cheek. You stand up and pace around the room, conflicted on what to do. This was your chance, you'd finally be able to get noticed and appreciated-- hell, you'd even get a fancam made of you with Megan Thee Stallion playing as backround music.
After a while of mentally fighting yourself you sit back down in the chair and open up the laptop, slowly.

Another notification, you click the answer button again, mentally preparing yourself.
The masked voice chuckles in a disembodied tone, "We see you, Y/N. There's no point in closing your laptop." Your cheeks begin to redden in response, you tense up but continue to listen as the husky voice goes on. "We are legion. We'd like you to join us."

The masked persona informs you about how to join Anonymous, after a while of considering you decide to join them. The two of you talk for a while, exchanging details about the group. They eventually leave the videocall, but before they do, they lean towards the camera and rest their chin atop their interlaced fingers. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Y/N.. But do I really make you that flustered?"

The videocall ends, and your eyes are opened wide in shock, you go bright tomato red. You cover your blushing face, and close the laptop-- which didn't really do anything because they had access to every electronic in your room.

You try to go about the rest of your day, but you can't stop thinking about their words. You eventually turn in for the night, crawling into bed. You shout out, "Goodnight Anon!" as a joke, you chuckle to yourself before pulling the covers over yourself once more.

"Goodnight, Y/N."