"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, my little bunnies! I can't believe we actually hit two million subs live! I hope you enjoyed this night's stream and always remember that I…"
'...want to castrate myself and die.'
"...will always love chuu~mwah!"
Cassiel ends the stream almost immediately, grabbing his headphones and slamming them onto his desk.
"Fuck." Cassiel groans as he leans back in his chair. "Can't believe I hit two million subs."
And he couldn't even enjoy it.
Why?
He asks himself that every day.
Because somehow, for the past few months, Cassiel had decided to pretend to be a female Vtuber, pouring money into a cute bunny-girl persona.
It was a drunken and impulsive buy, actually.
He had been playing random YouTube videos while drinking and crying over his student loans when he stumbled upon a female gamer called "Lucifer's Daughter," celebrating after a fan gifted her a brand new car.
Not just any car.
A McLaren.
And Cassiel's drunk thought was, "Hey, maybe I could do that too."
Not stream with his face, but he had heard of men conning other men by pretending to be a woman.
And so, that's what he did.
Cassiel didn't really have high hopes. He recorded a few videos playing a game he was good at, a competitive PC MOBA game called "Moonlight Arena."
It fit, because he excelled in roaming heroes, and whether he admitted it or not, most girls did pick roam.
It was a decision made on a whim.
But what he didn't expect?
Oh, that he would blow up.
Cassiel, or "Pink Bunny," was an overnight sensation. It started with a thousand subscribers overnight, and even with the post-hangover clarity and regret for posting anything at all and acting like a girl, well…
[MegaGamerSimp donated ₱5,000]
You sound so cute! I hope you become big.
[xXShadowmanXx gifted 50 subs]
I was here before a million subs!
And that was only the first time he decided to try going live.
So…
Months later, deep into the very dirty and disgusting rabbit hole, Cassiel became a big hit. Considered one of the biggest streamers and 'girl gamers' of the year.
He wasn't just big.
He was massive.
Donations flooded in every stream; he had millions of views from reposts on YouTube, and they were just clips from his Twitch streams.
Cassiel was living the dream.
And all he had to do?
Say "Uwu" and cater to Discord mods with money to spare, rich old men, and maybe even teens with high allowances.
Either way, Cassiel didn't care. Well, he did.
There wasn't a day he didn't feel like he didn't deserve his manhood because of the constant strain of acting like a woman, but his bills were paid, his college debt was gone, and he even managed to buy himself a brand new car.
All his gaming equipment was brand new and top of the line, his phone was always the latest iPhone, and he ate like a king.
And best of all? He never had to worry about getting recognized, because no one knew who he was.
To the world, his neighborhood, and his family, he was just good ol' Cassiel Vance, the once-broke dropout who couldn't even afford beer, who somehow landed a 'high-paying' job and suddenly started buying a thousand dollars' worth of groceries.
So, despite all the regrets…
"Time to celebrate," Cassiel mumbles as he gets up from his gaming chair and heads to the kitchen to grab some celebratory beer. "I earned this."
Cassiel has been saying he earned his beer a lot.
'Maybe because I need it just to forget this shit.'
Ding.
Cassiel looks at his phone and sees a Discord notification from one of his friends, one of the few people who actually knew he was "Pink Bunny," and also his self-appointed 'manager.'
FlyMeToTheGoon: Bro! Congrats on two mil. That's sick as fuck!!! Sorry, I couldn't watch your live, my gf's been getting jelly about me watching your streams.
Cassiel can't help but roll his eyes as he walks toward his couch and plops down, beer in one hand, while he types a reply with the other.
PinkBunny: You better not have told her, Rick.
PinkBunny: Also wtf is that username?
FlyMeToTheGoon: lolol
FlyMeToTheGoon: lost a bet
FlyMeToTheGoon: and do u really think I'd be in shitloads of trouble with her if I had told her?
"Point taken," Cassiel mumbles as he sends his reply to Rick.
Ding.
FlyMeToTheGoon: Look I just messaged u coz I need you to look at what I forwarded to your email
FlyMeToTheGoon: You got another collab request from Marcus Hale.
FlyMeToTheGoon: Bro donated a hell lot to you last week just to get your attention
FlyMeToTheGoon: I really think you should consider it. He's one of the seven wonders.
FlyMeToTheGoon: It might boost your popularity even more :>
"Ah, fuck that," Cassiel says as he takes a sip of his beer, placing his phone down on the couch.
'Seven wonders my ass. I don't care who he is, I am not doing a stupid collab and flirting with some jackass.'
He already had the popularity he needed.
He didn't want to associate himself with the rest of the "Wonders."
The Seven Gamer Wonders.
Which used to be the Six Gamer Wonders before "Pink Bunny" joined the list.
Basically, there were seven famous gamers on Twitch who were revered in the gaming and streaming community.
The ones with the highest followers and the highest pay.
And of course, the best when it came to actual gameplay.
It just so happened one of his so-called "simps" was a member of the Seven Wonders, and he was his biggest donor.
"I wonder how that guy would react when he finds out the girl he's been trying to woo is a nineteen-year-old dropout who, oh, has a dick," Cassiel chuckles as he chugs his beer again. "Dude's probably going to sue me."
Fortunately for Cassiel, there was no way he was going to get caught unless his stream suddenly malfunctioned and exposed his real identity.
Cassiel's little scheme was going to go unpunished.
But really, was there even a crime in taking advantage of other men's stupidity?
"To stupid rich assholes," Cassiel raises his beer. "And to more beers."
And may Cassiel never get caught, at least not until the day he finally gets tired of pretending to be a woman.
"..."
"..."
"...bzzt."
"...bzzt…bzzt…"
"Ugh." What time was it?
"...bzzt…"
Why was there constant buzzing?
Has he officially drunk too much?
"...bzzt…bzzt…bzzt–"
"FUCK, ENOUGH!" Cassiel raises his head, there's saliva and something else that smells bad on his face. He looks around and sees he's still in his living room.
There are multiple cans of beer on the floor, and an unfinished slice of pizza.
"Oh shit," Cassiel mutters, glancing at his window and seeing the sun already out.
The sun definitely wasn't there when he passed out.
So, he drank himself to sleep.
'That's healthy,' Cassiel thinks sarcastically as he looks down at what's vibrating.
"Where's my phone?" he mumbles under his breath, pushing through pillows and wrappers, digging into the deepest parts of his couch.
"...bzzt…bzzt…"
'Who the hell is calling this early?' Cassiel thinks, knowing damn well he wouldn't set an alarm.
Finally, after a long time of searching, he feels it.
His phone.
He pulls it out from the side of the couch cushions, then looks at the time.
11:34 AM.
"I slept that long?" Cassiel thinks that's a new record, but he can't really focus on the time anymore.
Because something else catches his eye.
Forty missed calls from Rick.
Ten missed calls from Mom.
Four missed calls from Dad.
And almost a thousand Discord notifications.
"What the hell—"
"...BZZT…"
Rick's caller ID flashes on the screen again. Suddenly, Cassiel feels nauseous. He doesn't know if it's because of the massive amount of alcohol in his system.
Or because of the bad feeling settling in his stomach.
But as Cassiel slowly slides his thumb to accept the call and puts it on speaker, he tries to prepare himself.
"CASSIEL! WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?! I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU—"
"Stop yelling," Cassiel groans, holding the phone away from his ear.
"Stop yelling?! STOP YELLING? I've called you so many times, and fuck, I knew it. Judging by your voice, you're drunk as shit."
Cassiel rolls his eyes. "Stop lecturing me and tell me what's going on, Rick."
"What's going on is you're in deep shit, Cas."
Cassiel freezes.
His eyes widened slightly.
'No…'
No, he doesn't want to jump to conclusions. Rick can be dramatic like this.
"What do you mean, deep shit? Be more specific—"
"It's all online, Cas. It's in the news. It's trending."
Shit.
"What's… trending?" he asks, still in denial.
"Everyone knows Pink Bunny's a dude, and everyone knows it's you."
"What do you mean, everyone knows it's me. Stop joking around—"
"Cas, I'm not joking, there's this YouTube channel—" Rick tried to explain.
Cassiel doesn't hear the rest, though.
The words blur together, Rick's voice turning into noise as the blood drains from his face.
'No way…'
The room tilts.
His stomach twists hard.
"Cas? Hello? Are you even listening? They posted everything, your face, your name—"
Cassiel swallows.
Bad idea.
"Cas—"
He drops the phone.
And tried to run.
But—
"—BLEGH—"
"DID YOU JUST THROW UP?"
Yeah.
He fucking threw up.