I tensed and the men looked to me. (You appear as your logo to them while you see their video cam) I let out a shaky sigh.

"S-sorry guys. You deserve to know the truth."

"Please do."

"We'll listen for ya."

"Open ears men!"

They cupped their ears, which caused me to lightly giggle. Their faces gave a crack of a smile. I took a deep breath.

"When I was 4 my mother got ill with cancer. A month later so did my dad. A week later so did my sister. A day later so did my brother. Before I turned five, I lost my bro and sis. My father was on the verge of death and mother was in coma. He gave me a pendant I wear every single day and never take it off. It's a real-working mood necklace. It's blue right now. Bad memories. By the time I was six, I had gone through five foster homes. They all brought me back because I'm different. How I HATE that word. I hate it with all my soul. DIFFERENT. I was, yes, but what's fucking wrong with that?! When I turned seven, I had a record of over eighty foster home. At the age of eight I was suicidal and depressed. I still have scars on my arms and legs. Nobody cared. Nobody. You know what that said? 'It's okay because she's different.' That. Fucking. Word. It ruined my life! RUINED! I was DIFFERENT. NOBODY wanted me. My second most hated word. Fine. I've used that to many times. 'I'm fine' 'It's fine' 'Everything. Is. Fine.' NOTHING WAS FUCKING FINE. I stayed in and out that prison they call an adoption center until I was eighteen. I was too old. Nobody accepted me for work. I couldn't even rent an apartment without getting a glare. I spent my life mostly on the road and I'm my car. Just driving away from everyone who called me different. Then I met someone. She was very nice. Her name was Jessica. She gave me a home, food, a room. A life. She gave me everything I was missing. She was also, different. She loved me and I loved her. But it was taken away. The one person I trusted and loved in this cruel world was taken away from me. Ripped away from me. Oh how I hate it. Mom died of CANCER. Dad died of CANCER. Sister died of CANCER. Brother died of CANCER. Jessica died of CANCER. Everyone I loved and held close to me was killed off by the same thing. I went further into depression. I almost hanged myself but the police came first. I was given Jessica's old home. I fucking hate that irony. I got YouTube at age twenty. The first video I ever watched was one of your gameplays together. As I watched more of your guys's videos, I gained back the happiness I should have had from my earlier years. Every day I got back to myself. I just can't thank you guys enough. I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you guys."

I looked to the men on the screen. Tears were streaming down their faces, they were also falling down my face.

"Little muffin...I'm...so sorry..."

"I had no idea you went through that stuff."

"You've have quite a battle, smol warrior."

"Heh. I-I need to go. Night guys."

"Night (N/N)."

I left the call and changed into my sweatpants with (Y/L) printed all over it. I slipped on a black tee shirt with a green septic eye, a pink mustache, and a blue bro first. I hugged my (Y/L) plush and drifted into sleep.

"We had no idea..."