"I'm... not sure how to explain this... but it was about Ryan."

"Which Ryan?" My friend asks, confused.

"Oh right, yeah. It was 8-bitryan. I don't know what was going on, I... *sigh* it seemed like any other day of him just recording videos but... he also seemed fatigued after it... then he sat back and he started hearing voices, calling- no, no shouting his name!... he was so sad but he wanted to push forward... and..." I stopped for a moment, tears welling in my eyes by just the thought of the reality of the dream.

I tried to collect myself and wipe my tears away. "Well let me just show you what I've found so far." I said to my slightly perturbed friend who was now sitting next to me.

I first showed them 8-bitgaming and the latest video that was shown. They were watching it but not the way that I was. I showed a couple more videos so they could see that this has been going on a bit longer then it should've.

I then went to Bazamalam's channel afterwards. There was all his "help" videos, I feel like I'm missing something or over looked a clue. We then watched all of those videos, all there was, was a raised eyebrow out of my friend.

I then went to one last channel, 8-bitryan's...

Wait, was that video there before?... No it wasn't, came out a day ago. I still don't understand the nonsense that's being spued on the title, I squint to see if there is any streaks on this thumbnail and yes, I do feel my friend's eyes scorching me with confusion.

None. Not a single streak. I decided to go back where they all started. "I'm going to let you know now that I have not seen any of these videos." I said, giving them a heads up. They nod with agreement.

I take a deep breath and I clicked on the first one.

He sat in his chair, hands in his face, pulling at his hair. It was quiet for a moment before he brought his head back up and took a deep breath through his nose. He was crying. All I could hear him mutter was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again.

He didn't want to but he forcefully rolled his seat to the camera, only to say this.

"I'm sorry, I should have said something sooner- I should have DONE something sooner. I-I didn't know what to do, if I had tried to explain this sooner everyone would've probably called me crazy or would've thought that this was an elaborate plan of some sort... but it isn't about that anymore, I made a choice and I'm going through with it... if for whatever reason I'm not posting properly, I hope you know why."

And it ends... I'm a bit... I'm not even sure how to describe it, but I continue to push forward.

The next video is, normal at first but he stops during the video, tapping his fingers with a blank but frustrated stare. It stays that way for a good 15 seconds before he subtly snaps out of it and gives a slight defeated look.

He quickly bounced back and started commenting on the game again. Everything was back to normal after that.

We went through a good month or so of Ryan gradually getting more louder, sinister, and yelling at someone who wasn't really there. In shorter terms, more insane but not only that, he looked paler, bags under his eyes, thinner. It was like poison, reaching every part of him until he dies.

It was really upsetting to say the least. My friend also watched in horror as this was breaking down.

We watched one last video of Ryan before he "died."

He was sitting in the chair, back towards the camera. The absolute silence was unbearable. He turned around without actually moving the damn thing. He looked up and his eye were pure white. It almost seemed like they were glowing too.

The moment he looked at the camera, there was sudden white noise and it seemed like reality was breaking up.

I closed my laptop, not wanting to deal with any of this anymore. I sighed, and looked at my friend, whose head was slowly turning to look at me while saying this.

"Why do you want to run away so badly?"

"I think I should go home!" I say frantically and upset at the same time. "Wait! What did I say? All I said was that shit was scary." They asked, confused.

As freaked out as I was and how much I hated this, at this point I felt like I had no choice but to head home. "I, I-I just need to head home. I'll call you or text you later. Okay?" They just give me a weird and concerned expression to answer and that was good enough for me. I went through the door and closed it... only to realize that I left my phone and my keys in their house, so head back inside. They kept insisting on what was really going on, but I said nothing as I grabbed my stuff and left to go to my car.

I'm going to tell you right now, I had a completely different mind set after this mishap. And it only just be-gun.