Hahahahahahaha!" V was laughing his head off, amused by the comments he was reading.
He had only been sitting here for 25 minutes. Calculating from the time he arrived, that made it approximately 35 minutes in total, and in that short time, his first upload had gone viral.
It was spreading faster than Lightning McQueen had ever driven. He smiled, happy that he wasn't the only one who was going to suffer.
After all, if you're going to suffer, isn't it much better to involve others too? It was the whole 'It's not fair for me to suffer alone' mindset.
Then his phone buzzed with a notification. He raised his eyebrows and looked at it. It was a private message.
It was funny that he was receiving something like this when, in the first place, it was their fault for watching it. After all, he had put a warning on it.
But then again, maybe they tried it out of curiosity and were now looking for someone to blame.
Darkhand: Fuckin' fuck! Fuck!? What the fuck is this?! Is this a curse? Holy shet. Elite ball knowledge acquired. Holy shit! It's awesome if you try to ignore those noises that sometimes appear in your room once you watch this. This is a blockbuster, bro.
Notfunnyanymore: This is not funny, fuck! This nearly gave me a heart attack. Seriously, did you virtually enter my house and create a mess?
DamtheDog23: I now believe in the supernatural. I now believe in ghosts, seriously. I watched this alone in the room and suddenly the temp in the place went down by more than half.
McLovinYou: 6666,6666! This is 6666, my friend certainly freaked out. This is low-key terrifying, mind you. Whoever designed this, especially the last one, that part was the best. If I didn't know better, I'd certainly think this is true. And to those above lol 55555+.
{ in china 6666 means awesome and 55555+ Means hahaha in thai. Not sure about the latter part}
He smiled, then took a bite of his croissant. Sipping his coffee, he just stared at the laptop, reading more comments.
DizzNutsGeez: This is so scary. Awesome. Mr. Fool, is this really true and not just edited? Do a livestream next time, will you please? 🥺 🥺.
DogfoodShut: Wow. Whoever you are that created this, this is awesome. Although, please don't claim that this is real life and true. If you're going to lie, please make your lie more believable, lol.
Suddenly, two comments attracted his attention. A livestream seemed like a good idea. Not only would he acquire a large amount of money, but he'd also make those guys suffer.
From the comments, aside from the people throwing tantrums about how scary it was, the majority were those who didn't believe it, claiming it was fake and entirely made up.
He understood, though, since most—if not all—of them would certainly think it was made up. He didn't blame them; if he saw something like this, he certainly wouldn't believe it either.
But that would be proven later. For now, he would enjoy his croissants and coffee.
....
"They look like ants, going here and there just to work themselves to death."
"Don't talk like you're any better." Two guys stared at the people passing by. Every once in a while, you could see how much of a hurry they were in.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I really can't joke with you, seriously." He raised his hand, waving it. A centipede tattoo could be seen on his arm.
"But seriously, though, why do we need to do this? Can't we just slaughter them all?!" He then turned his head toward his buddy, his eyes turning to crescents as he smiled wickedly—the kind of smile that would make you shiver.
"Sure, do that. Let's see whose body gets slaughtered tonight by the master." The man turned his head to his psychopathic friend. "Psycho," he said and shrugged.
"Let's just do our job, okay? Don't cause unnecessary problems. I don't want to die early, and certainly not because of some fuckery from you." He spoke as he looked into the distance. Just as the other was about to retort, the man raised a finger and pointed.
"The ones who escaped. They're there." This time, his face turned more grave than before.
"Shit, are you serious?! In a hotel? How are we supposed to find them?! This is bad, man. This is why I don't want to work..." the tattooed guy complained, raising his hands as he grumbled about this and that.
"Then don't. It's not like I'm the one who's going to get fired." The other one tugged on his black windbreaker. Then he entered the establishment, leaving his partner dumbfounded.
He immediately found the counter and looked at the smiling woman. "Hello there, what can I do for you?" The woman's words were practiced as if she had said them more than a thousand times.
But thinking about it, that wasn't supposed to be the first thing a receptionist would offer. If anything, they'd ask what kind of room you want.
The man in the windbreaker waved his hand, and—puff!—a cube suddenly appeared. Before the receptionist could jump back, he had already opened it.
The whole place suddenly transformed into some kind of spiral, covering the establishment from the inside out.
Right now, it is impossible to enter. The same could be said if you want to leave. Impossible. Unless you know how to disable the cube.
"Hey! Fuck, bro, that ain't bad. Finding a possessed one on your first day. I'll tell you what, your luck is beyond shit." The words were insulting, but if you thought about them carefully, they made more sense than half-cooked rice.
"Nice to meet you, Ma'am. This guy right here, who looks like he's been robbed by both heaven and hell, is my partner, Damian Park. And I, your ever-handsome exorcist, am Arthur Maxwell."
"We're here because of some kind of anomaly; it seems a rift has opened here. Hehehe, you don't need to be shy. It's not like we'll hurt you. I promise I'll be gentle with you, ma'am. Mwah, mwah, mwah." These words left not just his partner stunned, but also the possessed woman, whose face seemed to question if it was really worth it to be alive.
After all, it seemed she had encountered not just bad luck, but also a man who seemed to have degenerate for ghosts and anomalies.
"Seriously, Arthur, are you high or what?! Just do your job, you fuckwit!" Damian shouted. Slapping his partner's head with his right hand, he continued to try and hit the guy, even though Arthur was dodging nimbly, all while laughing.
The Possessor at the body of the woman stare at the two. Unsure of what she should do. Then noticing the two's behavior, she immediately darted to the stairs leading to the basement.
"Heheheheke—kuu, cough! Fuck, wait, time out, time out!" Arthur yelled and raised his hands, caught between almost choking on his own saliva and his partner's hand.
"You little shit, get your ass together, the possessed escape. I'll report you to the team leader after this." Damian said as he saw the woman run to the stairs to the basement.
"Hiiik!" His threat seemed to hit its mark, because Arthur's attitude changed the very moment he heard the words 'team leader'. Seemingly not hearing the former part and only the latter.