UNSUBSCRIBED

Once upon a time, there was a youtube account that went by the name of "Microbyte."

He was your typical youtube user; had about eight subscribers, a handful of uploads regarding various conspiracies involving the Illuminati, but if you cared enough to take a gander at his public "liked videos" playlist, you could come to the accurate conclusion that he enjoyed watching scary story videos on youtube; users such as Lazy Masquerade, Corpse Husband, Mr. Nightmare, etc.

However, Microbyte felt the need to cut down other YouTubers who made similar content; he left a whether rude comment on a UNIT #522 video

Microbyte:

"Do all you spooky YouTubers use the same ideas? I heard this story the other day on a different channel, ugh, I'm unsubscribing."

Microbyte hovered his curser over the grey "subscribe" button, and upon clicking it, it turned red. That was that.

A week had passed.

It was late on a Friday night, Microbyte was watching youtube videos as he did on a regular basis, after drinking one too many Red Bulls, he of course had to drain his lizard. When he returned to his desk, he looked out his bedroom window, which sat adjacent to his desk, he could see a silhouette standing out in the road in front of his house.

The person appeared to be wearing a hoodie w/ some kind of black and white mask, and strangely, the figure appeared to be staring back at him. This set Microbyte on edge, as it would anyone. A mysterious masked man seen outside of your home, staring at you through your bedroom window, is never a good thing.

The hooded figure disappeared into the darkness, sending a chill up Mirco's spine. Perhaps it was a deranged psychopath outside of his house, lurking the streets, looking for a residence to break-into so he could eviscerate everyone inside, and eat their intestines....

(No, No, that was a bit too extreme)

"I've been watching too many videos about scary stories," he told himself.

He rationalized that maybe some local crack addict gotten lost in his neighborhood and was looking for a good dumpster to sleep in. At worse, it could be a robber, looking for some valuables to pawn.

Whatever the case, he decided not to call the Police; he would just keep a closer eye on things. He doubled checked all the downstairs doors and windows, making sure they were all locked and secured properly.

Not long after, Micro's eyes were starting to become heavy; the effects of the Red Bull were beginning to wear off, and he was now crashing.

(Red Bull Gives you wings, and then they disappear in mid-flight)

He eventually succumbed to somnolence, but only after the traditional "Friday Night stroke" if ya' know what I mean.

He woke up about an hour later, covered in sweat, and sat straight up in bed, the reason for this sudden awakening?

I have no idea,

(I mean I made sure that I didn't make a sound when I enter through the kitchen window, and I was already in his room by the time he.... *cough* ummmm never mind.)

Anyway, he wasn't sure what exactly that cause was,

but something had woke him from his sleep. He had that unmistakable feeling of eyes watching him. After allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he scanned his room. But no one was there...

(because you can't see under the bed when you're on top of it, lol)

Perhaps he thought, maybe, just maybe, he simply had a nightmare, and he was now experiencing the aftershock; that wave of irrational paranoia that comes over you when you awaken from a particularly bad night terror.

Microbyte settled back down, he then stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, taking measured breaths, trying to calm himself down. Eventually, he came to and began to relax again.

"Just a nightmare, that's all it was, just a night..."

Just then, from the foot of his bed, a dark hooded figure rose up and towered over him.

Microbyte screamed like a girl, as the Intruder lunged at him. The Hooded menace jumped on top of him and stabbed him with a small pocket knife, Microbyte let out another girly scream, having no idea that this was exactly what the Intruder wanted him to do. While Micro's mouth was hanging open, a large plastic object was forced down into his mouth, whatever the object was, it definitely was not shaped to be placed in someone's mouth.

(But you and I both know, that's not going to stop people from making sex toy jokes in the comment section.)

As the objected was jammed down his throat, Micro's lower Jaw snapped as the flesh on his neck was torn through. He died, on his own bed, gurgling on his own saliva and blood.

The Intruder then took the recently deceased's cellphone and dial 911 and then placed the ringing phone on the bedroom floor. The police operator soon answered and asked if anyone was there, but they got no reply. All they could vaguely hear was some commotion taking place on the other end of the line, as if someone was moving something heavy.

About 30 minutes later, the Police busted into the house and soon made their way to Micro's bedroom. They saw someone sitting at the computer desk, with their back turned to them. With guns drawn, one of the officers nudged the computer chair, and it slowly swung around to face them, making an eerie creaking sound as it did. The officers recoiled in horror, there sitting in the chair, was the corpse of Micro, there was a keyboard awkwardly shoved halfway down his throat,

A small pocket knife was found sticking out of his shoulder; a note was skewered upon the blade.

The messaged was written in blood:

"He unsubscribed."