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You looked down at the luggage in front of you, taking note of the compacted mass of various belongings, and tried to go through a mental checklist of all of your belongings. It was still early in the day and Mark wouldn't be coming to pick you up for another forty-five minutes, but you didn't forget anything important, so you had spent the past few minutes re-organizing your luggage.

Clothes? Check.

Toiletries? Check.

Medicine? Check.

Papers? Check.

Extra clothes? Check.

What else could you be possibly be forgetting?


"My laptop, duh,"

You sighed and quickly made a beeline into your office, mentally scolding yourself as you snatched up your laptop from the table along with the necessary chords, cables, and your messenger bag. They trailed behind you, bouncing off of the floor as you walked, until you finally placed your electronics onto the sofa and began packing away the last of your belongings.


You quickly snatched your phone from on top of your clothes and held it to your face.


"Hey, there," you heard Kim say, "So I'm here with Sjin and Turps, and we're on our way. Are you ready?"

"Just about," you answered, closing and zipping up your luggage. You sighed as you had to force the lid down long enough to close it completely. "Ugh... I can't believe we have to leave so soon,"

"GDC is early this year," Kim said with, you could imagine, a shrug, "We've got to leave early so we can get to San Francisco with time to relax. Just be glad the actual expo's only for a few days; then we have a week to do all of the sightseeing and walking around afterwards. But between you and me, I don't think Turps is looking forward to the hills,"

"I guess," you sighed, "These next few days are going to be pretty hectic, aren't they?"

"Well at least they'll be sunny and fun,"

You chuckled with an agreement as you grabbing your bags and moved them to the door, quickly grabbing a jacket from the closet and putting it on. After a good day of researching, you'd finally made a short list of some of the things to see while you were in San Francisco, along with the weather reports and a few restaurants around the hotel the four of you are staying at. It was more than likely you wouldn't be able to see everything in the span of the week, but hopefully you could find the time to do some of the exciting stuff. A smile formed as you imagined stepping off of the plane and being greeted with a brightly shining sun and warm air. Perhaps you could spend a day at the beach - the last time you got to enjoy a sunny day at the beach was two summers ago.


The sudden ring of your doorbell was enough to snap you out of your thoughts and you quickly turned towards the door, opening it and smiling when you saw Paul standing in front of you.

"Hey," he smiled, "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," you answered, grabbing you luggage in one hand and slinging you bag over your other shoulder before stepping outside.

With all of the lights in your house turned off, you closed and locked the door behind you before grabbing your luggage once again and hurrying to a familiar-looking car waiting on the side of the street. Practically tossing your belongings into the trunk, you slammed the lid down and flung the door to the backseats open.

"Wow," Kim laughed as your enthusiasm as you slid in beside her and closed the door with a slam, "Someone's in a hurry,"

"Well this is the first time I get to see the sun in a year," you joked.

"Alright then," Mark said, checking the mirrors as Paul stepped into the passenger's seat, "We're going to San Francisco!"

"To the airport!"

And with that, you were off.

The trip to the airport wasn't terribly long - the clocks and your watch told you that the entire drive took roughly forty-five minutes -  and getting through security wasn't too much of a hassle, but your impatience to finally reach San Francisco along with the pure tediousness of going through all of the lines and having your bags checked left you feeling both anxious and brain-dead.

By the time you had finally reached your plane's gate, you were about ready to pass out from boredom.

"I hate waiting in lines," you sighed, falling down into a chair as you rested your belongings in front of me.

"Well we still have to go through customs when we get to San Francisco," Mark said with a chuckle, "And after that I'm pretty sure GDC will have a lot of line-waiting,"

"It's Game Developers' Conference, not E3 or BlizzCon,"

"Just because it's not a convention for games specifically doesn't mean it won't be busy,"

"Meh," you groaned, waving him off, "I'll deal with the crowds when the time comes. Until then, I'm gonna take a nap,"

"Alright then," he sighed, "I'm going to get something to eat, does anybody need anything?"

"I actually need to use the bathroom," you heard Paul say, "I'll be right back,"


The two men walked off, the tapping of their feet soon blending into the background noise of conversations and other footsteps, leaving you with closed eyes and a wandering mind.

"So," you heard Kim ask, "What are you looking forward to the most? The weather? The sights? The convention?"

"I don't even know," you said with the vaguest hint of a smile on your face, "I just... can't wait to see it all..."

As you let your body sink into you seat, all of the frantic packing and running around finally began to take its toll on you. Thoughts of clear blue skies and sunny beaches began to fade into your mind as you slowly dozed off.

Ten minutes later, you groggily awoke to Kim softly shaking your shoulder.

"C'mon," she smiled, "It's time to board,"


Grabbing your belongings, you leapt to your feet and quickly followed after Mark and Paul as the four of you handed the man at the gate your tickets.

The moment you stepped onto the plane, you turned to walk down the carpet path and widened your eyes at the seats in front of you. Each seat was its own personal cubicle a lush convertible chair along with a little window which - you could only assume - would roll down, allowing you to talk to the person beside you. There was enough room for a person to freely stretch their legs and give an exaggerated yawn, and sitting on the chairs you could see a small package of various treats and products carefully wrapped up with a ribbon, resting on top of a soft dark blue blanket and downy pillow.

With a heavy heart, you quickly walked past the Business Class seats and began searching for your paid seat.

"Jesus," you sighed, "Did you see those seats? They looked like something out of a science-fiction utopia,"

"I know," Mark laughed, "Talk about fancy. But those tickets aren't cheap, and neither was our hotel. Maybe next time you can pay for the tickets and we can all get our own little sleeping pods, but until then, we'll just have to settle for Premium Economy,"

"I'm not complaining," you shrugged, quickly sliding into your seat right beside the window and placing your messenger bag underneath the seat in front of you, "I mean, it's better than trying to cram three people together and having someone kicking your seat,"

As Mark quickly placed his bag in the overhead and joined the seat beside you, the last of the passengers began to hurry down the aisles and take their seats.

"So," you heard Paul said as his head popped out from the seats in front of you, "Are you guys excited?"

"Yep," you answered with a smile, before interrupting yourself with another yawn.

"Aw, did someone not get enough sleep last night?" Kim smiled as she poked her head out beside Paul, but you just turned in your seat.

"Shut up," you grumbled, though felt your head lower and you eyes close, and the drone of the flight attendants rambling didn't help. Thankfully, when the plane began to shake and grumble from the engines, you eyes opened and you jolted awake from the noise.

"Here we go," you smiled as the plane began to move about the runway. As yet another yawn crawled out of your throat, you searched through your pockets before you finally fished out your phone along with a pair of plastic earbuds. After switching your mobile onto 'Airplane Mode', you put on the earbuds and chose a song at random, just as the plane began to leave the ground. Unable to stop smiling, you looked out the window and watched as the airport, began to disappear along with the roads, trees, buildings, and rivers.

Soon, you were high above the ground, watching as cotton clouds lazily floated by.

If home is where the heart is
Then my heart is lost a sea

Though you were probably moving at some-hundred nautical miles per hour, but when you looked out the window, it looked as though the plane was cruising at a snail's pace. Soon, you began to feel an ache in your neck and it was growing difficult to keep your eyes open.

"I'm gonna take a nap," you grumbled to Mark as you reclined your chair, "Don't wake me up unless we're either in San Francisco, or crash landing,"

And I, I have built my palace
Where the sand and waters meet

You heard something along the lines of a chuckle from mark before you finally let your head fall against the wall and you began to nod off Thankfully the flight was a non-stop one, so you had plenty of time to rest - even though you'd probably get horrible jet lag later on. Regardless, the rumbling of the plane and idle conversations around you began to to turn into a soft hum, singing you to sleep. It wasn't long before you finally fell asleep.

You awoke some time later when you heard the voice of an approaching flight attendant as he asked people if they wanted anything to eat or drink.

"Can I get you two anything?" the man asked as he finally stopped in front of you and Mark.

"I'll just have a water," you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Same here," Mark said, giving a slight nod to the man.

"Alright then," he said before walking off and to the people behind you.

"So," you grumbled as you tried to straighten up in your seat, "Do we have an exact plan for when we get to GDC?"

"Well, we should probably go see the Independent Game Festival and the Choice Awards and get some footage for those. There are also something called the "You've got Game Show!", and I definitely think we should go to "Doing it on the Table," It's just a place where people hang around and play table-top games,"

"Brilliant," you chuckled.

I've been living on this island
I saw you pass me by

The rest of the flight to America was pretty uneventful. Beside occasionally playing a game or talking to Mark, Kim, and Paul, you would occasionally fall asleep before waking up again. By the time the plane had finally reached San Francisco, it was clear that you were getting a bit anxious to get out of your seat and do something.

"I hope customs won't take too long," you sighed, grabbing your bag from underneath Paul's seat and slinging it over your shoulder, sparing a quick glance out the window and taking note of the night sky, "I can't wait to see everything,"

"Hopefully it won't take too long," Mark said as he rose from his seat and stepped out into the aisle to grab your bags,"

Calling out to me
Hope within your eyes

"This is GDC, though," Kim said as she and Paul slid out of their seats as well, "I'm sure there are a lot of people coming from over countries,"

"Great," you sighed, dragging your luggage behind you as the four of you began to leave the plane.

Love is an adventure
I'll take my chance on you

Much to your dismay, waiting in customs seemed to take just as long as the actual plane ride to get to San Francisco. You stood impatiently among the line of other people waiting to have your passport stamped, as you slowly began to inch closer and closer to the people waiting at the gates.

Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of a rather bored-looking woman as you handed over your passport and forms. She had an apathetic expression on her face as she scanned your belongings, making you grow somewhat anxious.

To your relief, however, the woman finally grabbed a nearby stamp, turned to a blank page in your passport, and stamped the paper.

"Enjoy your time in America," she handed back your belongings and she spoke in a warm tone quite contradictory to her icy glare.

On you...

You smiled as you put away your papers and quickly joined the three people waiting for you on the other side of the gates.

Rio, France, meet me in Mexico
Chinatown then off to Tokyo
It doesn't matter 'cause anywhere's perfect with you

Soon, you found yourself with your luggage in your trunk of a taxi along with Kim, Mark, and Paul's as the four of you managed to squeeze yourself into a rather claustrophobic taxi as the four of you slowly drove away from the airport and onto the roads of San Francisco.

Around you, you could hear the three talking to each other excitedly, while you simply stared out at the world passing you by. While you certainly weren't in the heart of the city, you could already see the obvious difference between here and Bristol. Though it was nearing midnight, the sky seemed to be alive with all sorts of lights, stars, and colours. You could just vaguely differentiate between the faded blues of clouds and the dark navy of the night sky, and fleeting right pasty your eyes was an array of trees, bushes, and plants, seemingly waving as you drove by. Of course you were used to seeing plants along the side of a road, but they were often a bit droopier and on the left rather than the right.

You had just began to contemplate why people drive on the right lane when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Are you listening to what we were saying?" Kim chastised you as you turned away from the window to face your fellow passengers, "We were talking about what we want to do after we get to the hotel. If you don't pay attention, there'll be a quiz later"

You simply smirked and rolled your eyes.

City lights, colours of indigo
Sun or snow, don't matter where we go
It'll be perfect 'cause it's so amazing with you

Gradually, busy streets and enormous buildings took the place of the narrow highways and lush flora that surrounded the road, and soon enough you found yourself right outside a rather brightly-lit, expensive-looking hotel.

"Alright then," the driver said as Paul opened the door, allowing him to slid out with Kim following after, "We're here; San Francisco Marriott Marquis, right? That'll be $48.39,"

"Jeez," Mark sighed as he began digging through his pockets for - you could only assume - a credit card. Meanwhile, you opened the other door to the taxi and quickly stepped out, feeling the instant relief from stretching your legs, as you joined Paul and Kim at the trunk and began to remove your bags. The night air had a slight chill to it, but with all of the lights and sounds around you, you could hardly tell it was night.

After begrudgingly paying the driver, Mark stepped out of the taxi and the four of you walked into the bright hotel - thankfully it was rather close to the where the conference was being held, so hopefully it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to get to the expo center.

It was a rather flamboyant building, seeming to stretch higher than any of the other buildings around, and the last of the floors were made with all glass walls while the building seemed to reach the ground in tiers - like some modern version of the pyramids.

We're singing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You stepped into an equally modernized lobby which reminded you of being in a strange art museum, with the cubic design and uncomfortable furniture. Hopefully the beds wouldn't be the same. As you followed Mark to the main desk of the lobby, your mind began to remember.

Memories of nervously stepping into a hotel lift, wearing that unbearable dress and having your face choking on a vanity's worth of cosmetics. Memories of reaching the hotel's ballroom and instantly having all of the noise crash down on you like a ton of bricks while people laughed, danced, and talked amongst each other. Memories of instantly recognizing Paul out of an entire room's worth of people and instantly forgetting about all of the noise and light. Memories of being scared, angry, hopeful, and heartbroken.

You sighed. Memories; that's all they were and that's all they ever will be. Accepting that fact was more than doable, but it still hurt - just a little.

"Alright, I've got our keys," you heard Mark call out, instantly stopping your inner monologue so you could properly pay attention to what your friends had to say. The four of you continued to discuss the different plans as you all entered a lift up to the fifth floor.

"So Sjin and I will be in room 538, and you two ladies will be in 537," Mark explained as you stepped out of the lift and into the hallway, "And we've got free Wi-Fi because of something called the "Rewards Status". We've got all of tomorrow to just relax and get our bearings, and then the next day we start GDC. Do we all know what we're doing tomorrow,"

"Unpacking, doing some sightseeing, and posting some footage of us around the city," Kim shrugged nonchalantly as you both took a card from a little envelope Mark handed her.

"Exactly," Mark smiled, handing Paul a card from a separate envelope, "And absolutely no TripAdvisor. Now; I think our rooms are this way,"

Home is where the heart is
And my heart is in your hand

"I thought I said "NO TRIPADVISOR"!"

You couldn't help but smirk at hearing Mark complain as he trudged behind you.

"Yeah," Kim answered, "But this isn't TripAdvisor, this is TouristEye. It's so much better, don't you agree?"

"No!" Mark answered bluntly, "Nothing about climbing up hills with TouristEye is better than climbing up hills with TripAdvisor,"

"Yeah, but this time you're being lead by me. Now let's get moving, we've got another four blocks to go!"

With an aggravated half-sigh half-groan, Mark hung his head and continued walking behind Kim, while you simply watched with the smuggest grin you could muster.

"He's never going to forgive me for recording this," Paul laughed, holding up his camera to properly film Mark sulking.

"I think he will," you answered, the two of you walking side-by-side, "It'll just take a lot of apologizing. And maybe a stair-lift,"

And you, you can build your kingdom
In the center of this life

Not wanting to stray too far from the hotel, the four of you decided to visit nearby sights only. Of course, you were just happy to be walking about without needing a heavy jacket. Most of the 'tour' consisted of walking around unknown streets, stopping every now and then for a good picture, and then eventually reaching some equally unknown park and taking a few more pictures.

Mark was clearly underwhelmed by the so-called tour.

You didn't now when, but eventually you found yourself sitting in yet another taxi - since Mark had officially given up an walking up and downhill - and you were being driven down the roads to the next stop in the tour. It wasn't long before the taxi came to a halt, and you smiled when you looked outside and were instantly greeted with the sight of a bright beach and crashing waves.

And I am stepping off this island
Never looking back

"What's our next stop, Kim?" you asked, and she turned to you with a grin.

"The Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. And, best of all, it's free,"

After quickly paying the driver a surprisingly small fee, you all quickly hopped out of the car and onto the sidewalk right beside a rather aged road of wooden boards.

"C'mon," Kim laughed as she, Mark, and Paul began walking off.

You're my only home...

You smiled and instantly responded by quickly following after the three people walking down the beach

Rio, France, meet me in Mexico
Chinatown, then off to Tokyo
It doesn't matter 'cause anywhere's perfect with you

"Ah," you sighed in relief as you breathed in the smell of sea salt and food, "I could get used to this,"

"Well don't get too comfortable," Mark laughed, "This stuff costs money, and we still have a conference to attend to for the next few weeks,"

"I know," you answered, "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves a little,"

"You make it sound like attending GDC won't be enjoyable," Kim smirked.

You smirked and rolled your eyes.

City lights, colours of indigo
Sun or snow, don't matter where we go
It'll be perfect 'cause it's so amazing with you

"I never said that," you laughed, "I'm just saying that we should enjoy this free time while we have it. C'mon, let's get something to eat,"

"I could actually go for some food," Paul shrugged, "Do you see anything good around?"

"It all kind of looks like fast food," you said, eyes scanning through the various shops and booths, before you finally spotted a fairly popular-looking building decorated as a sort of tropical barbecue.

"That looks nice," you pointed out, "Let's check it out,"

"Okay," Mark shrugged, "But if it costs too much, then you're paying,"

We're singing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Soon, you found yourself seated right outside the restaurant beside Kim and across from Paul, enjoying a rather large plate of grilled fish of some sort.

"Could use some more spice," you shrugged, swallowing a bite.

"I think American food is just, by default, milder than British food," Kim nodded her head in agreement, eating her food, "It's still good, but it's not great,"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

To your relief, the meals were decently priced and you wouldn't have to starve yourself for the next week to pay, though you did feel as though your purse had suddenly gotten lighter.

"Alright then," you said, "Shall we head back to the hotel now?"

"Yeah," Kim said, staring up at the now deep orange-coloured sky, "It's getting pretty late and we have to get up early,"

"It feels like noon for me," you sighed, "I guess that's what I get for sleeping on the plane... Oh well,"

The four of you continued to talk, joke, and laugh amongst each other as you reached the entrance to the boardwalk once again and quickly hailed a taxi. As you made your way back to the hotel, you found yourself once again staring out the windows, watching as the city slowly light up just as the sun began to vanish. By the time the taxi stopped, all of the street lights were on along with any neon signs or any other attention-grabbing lights. You stepped into the hotel once again, sparing a quick glance outside.

Santa Fe, Chile, Romania
Africa, then to Australia
It doesn't matter 'cause anywhere's perfect with you

"I'm not tired enough to go to sleep," you sighed once you and Kim were back in your room. You dramatically flopped onto your freshly made bed and let your body sink into the mattress.

"Well, if you don't get enough sleep, you'll wake up tomorrow and hate being at GDC," Kim sighed, typing away at her laptop,"You should probably just wash up and try to relax,"

"Maybe," you admitted, sitting upright and looking around the room.

Just like the rest of the building, it had a rather modernized cubic look to it, not that it bothered you. It was furnished just like any other guest room, with two beds, a fancy washroom, and a large window with a few of the world below.

Open skies, freedom is beautiful
Rain or show, no matter where we go
It'll be perfect 'cause it's so incredibly true

A few minutes later, you were dressed in your sleepwear, had brushed your teeth and washed your face, but it was evident that you weren't the tiniest bit tired. You sat back down on your bed and glanced out the window. By now, any daylight had completely disappeared, leaving bright man-made light in its stead.

It'll be perfect 'cause it's so amazing with you

You smiled at the view.

We're singing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Despite the urge to stay awake and watch television or play a game, you crawled into bed and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible, practically tackling and trapping the nearby pillows into a bear hug.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You didn't exactly love San Francisco, but you loved the sights. As much as you enjoyed the quaintness of your home in Bristol, a part of you absolutely adored the bright lights and warm air of California. It reminded you of those beautiful photographs of brightly lit cityscapes and technological utopias. You knew that you wouldn't have the chance to go properly swimming, but you still enjoyed the thought of walking down the shore or dunking your feet in a pool. Eventually, you fell asleep, still dreaming of buildings light by twilight and bright colours.

The next day, you were still dreaming of lights and colours, but it was less like a surreal dream in bed and more like a comatose daydream as you lazily walked about the Moscone Convention Centre.

"C'mon," Kim sighed as she, Paul, and Mark continued to march on ahead of you, "We're going to be late,"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," you groaned, before you were rudely interrupted by your umpteenth yawn that day.

You had slept better than you had imagined you would, but that wasn't exactly saying anything too spectacular. It was only half-past-ten, and more than anything you wanted to lay down on the carpeted floor and curl up into the smallest ball possible. Maybe you could find a cafeteria or a lounge to hang around while the others were busy filming. It's not like you'd be gone for the entire day, you'd just take a little nap to recharge your battery, and then you'd be ready to continue the day. Sure, you were going to be a creature of the night by the time you got back to Bristol, but at least you wouldn't be the walking dead.

You blinked and rubbed away the oncoming sleep from your eyes before quickly shaking yourself awake. While it worked, you knew that you'd probably be fast asleep again within the next few minutes.

"Hey guys," you sighed, "How about I find a place to rest, and then we can meet up later?"

You paused, expecting a sigh or an 'Okay', but instead all you could hear was the jumbled mess of other people talking. It took a moment for the wires in your sputtering brain to connect, but finally you realized that Kim, Mark, and Paul were nowhere in sight.

"Shit," you grumbled, before quickly opening your messenger bag and pulling out a map of the convention center along with a pen.

"Mark wanted to go to the Session at Hall E, 134... Or was it Hall A?"

You continued to stare at the map in front of you for a solid fifteen minutes, trying to recall the decided route, but eventually you decided that you would just head to the nearest information desk and call one of them, it was probably a better idea than simply wanting around a convention center for a good two hours, but just as you began walking - reaching down to put away your papers, you walked right into someone.

You reached out a hand to grab something in some attempt to steady yourself, but in your drunken state you ended up grabbing the person you walked into, and simply pulled them towards you. The two of you collided heads before falling onto the ground.

"Ow..." you heard the person say, among the different voices around you, you could just barely note that the voice was a man's.

"Oh God," you groaned, "I am so sorry! I should've looked where I was going. Augh... I'm gonna feel that in the morning,"

"Hang on a second..."

You mentally groaned to yourself. He was probably going to start yelling at you, or maybe you caused him to drop something important. You began to list off the worst possible outcome from this little collision, but just as you began to dread security coming to escort you out, you felt a hand on your forehead.

You instantly opened your eyes in shock and looked up at the person in front of you. A young man, probably a year or two younger than you, with black hair and dark green eyes. He looked at you in confusion as he removed your hand from your head, while you were silently screaming at yourself.

"I recognize you..." he mumbled, his brow knitting together in concentration before instantly raising in shock.

"Oh my God! You're from the Yogscast!"

Oh boy.

Sjin x Reader - Tokyo
A/N: I DID IT! I finally did it! Oh God... I am SO sorry for how long it took to write this one. Normally I would blame writer's block or not knowing which song to use, but in all honesty it was just my pure laziness. Hopefully, the copious number of words should help you feel a little better about the wait, thought I apologize that things began to get a bit repetitive or pointless. I needed enough details to go with the song, but still enough important plot pieces. Anyways, starting next chapter, we begin more interesting conflict! OooOooOooh!

Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to go collapse form exhaustion.
First off, I want to apologize for not posting anything new recently; there's really no good explanation as to why I haven't posted something. I'm still working on the next Sjin x Reader chapter - it's a bit of a dull one in my opinion, but it'll get more interesting as the plot progresses. Really I just need to bite my tongue and get writing. Thankfully with winter coming (soon be cardigan weather), I'll have plenty of time to write, relax, and indulge and pure laziness.

Secondly, I'm considering entering an Original Character Tournament, so I might have to hold off on the Reader-Inserts for a while - audition deadlines are next year and I need to get to work if I actually want to make it into the tournament. Sorry.

Thirdly... Um... I've got some other scraps of Reader-Inserts lying around, so I may post those in my free time. Also, if you want me to write some sort of fanfiction for you, then by all means comment or send me a message. Getting requests might help me get back into a working mode.

So that's all I wanted to say, I'm sorry that I've been inactive for so long, and I'll post the next Sjin x Reader as soon as possible.

When you found out that Singles Awareness Day was a more-or-less legitimate holiday, a little bit of your soul died. Perhaps that marked the beginning of your slow descent.

You didn't know when or where, but as the days passed, you felt your spirits lower a little, day by day. Everyone around you seemed to be just as happy as usual, and every day passed with ease, but that only seemed to make things worse. Seeing everyone so happy while you were positively miserable seemed to leave a bitter feeling in the pit of your gut. It was petty, you admit, but you couldn't help but notice the growing difference between you and... everyone else. Wherever you looked, you saw smiling faces and people walking together, in pairs or groups, and you suddenly felt a chill wash over you. Of course, you were in no position to argue about not having people who care about you, it was them middle of February and just yesterday you finally convinced Paul that he didn't have to keep calling and checking up on you, but there were days when the days dragged and you could never dream long enough.

Today had been another one of those days.

With the loud and obnoxious noise of your alarm clock blaring through your room, you slowly rose up into a slouched over sitting position and turned off the electronic box. Exhaustion and indifference curled themselves around your limbs, pulling at you and urging you to go back to sleep, but you eventually shrugged off the chains and slid out of bed. Some time after getting finding some clothes to wear and getting something to eat, you were in your bathroom, brushing you teeth. After rinsing out your mouth, you raised your head back up and were instantly met with your own reflection.

To say you were ugly was too harsh of a statement. Sure, you didn't have the kind of face people usually saw on makeup commercials or in magazines, but you certainly weren't unattractive by any stretch of the means. The thought was supposed to make you feel better about yourself, but instead it only made you wonder more. You got as much flattering - and sometimes concerning - fan mail as the rest of the Yogscast, but when it came to talking to people face-to-face, no on ever seemed interested in you. Were standards that unbelievably high or was it something else?

Not wanting to dwell on the question for too long, you quickly gathered your belongings and left your house, hoping that the day would pass by quickly and peacefully. Which, as anyone could expect, was the exact opposite of what happened.

You stepped into the building, waving and greeting the people you passed by as you climbed up the stairs, and entered your office with a sigh. Just as you pulled off your coat and tossed your bag to the side of your table, you felt your phone go off, softly buzzing in your pocket. When you pulled it out, you were instantly met with a text message.

Duncan: Ready for Magic Police?

"Ah..." you mumbled to yourself softly. Despite your role as 'Deputy to the Magic Police' - you had gotten a promotion and went from Assistant Deputy to simply Deputy - you had begun to record with them less and less; partly due to issues with conflicting schedules, but mostly because you didn't really feel interested in recording and didn't want to seem to depressing. Duncan or Paul could probably come up with some story to explain your sudden absence from the police station, and they probably have already, but they were getting a little curious about recordings more and more often.

"Just suck it up for today," you sighed to yourself as you typed in a response.

(Name): I just got in my office. I'll join the server as soon as I can.

Quickly silencing your phone, you shoved it back in your pocket before seating yourself at your desk and turning on the computer and monitors. After a bit of fussing, you finally managed to have all of your recording equipment and programs in place and were on the Yogscast Complete server, standing not too far from the Magic Police Station.

"Alright," you spoke into the microphone, "Shall we begin?"

"I'm ready if you guys are," Duncan said.

"Okay then," you heard Paul laugh, "Let's get started, shall we?"

Like a fish plucked from the ocean
Tossed into a foreign stream

While Duncan and Paul seemed to be having a wonderful time flying around, shooting spells, and simply causing mayhem, the entire recording everything seem so out of place. For the sake of a good session, you tried your hardest to come up with witty remarks and silly one-liners, and while it seemed to amuse your two co-workers, you couldn't stop yourself from grimacing at the hallow conversations. It felt like an eternity by the time the three of you finished recording.

"Alright," you said, "I guess that's it for this episode?"

"Yep," Duncan said, "I'll talk to you guys later, alright?"

"Okay then. See you later,"


Always knew that I was different
Often fled into a dream

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, running a hand through your hair in what could only be described as exasperation. Out of place - that was the best way you could explain how you felt - like everything and everyone was following the daily motions, and yet you were off by a single step. Being one of the not-as-popular channels from the Yogscast, you were no stranger to feeling ostracized, but this time it was different. It was as if you had pulled yourself away from the masses and had taken a step back, watching everyone go through their lives. A hopeful part of you argued that you was merely the effects of early-spring weather, that you were simply growing used to more nonexistent sunlight. Of course, that was the same part of you that was struggling to drag you out of bed every morning and help you escape into video games.

I ignored the raging currents
Right against the tide, I swam

Tired of dwelling on your inner turmoils, you sighed and gazed up at the clock hanging above your wall. Ten-to-noon; a little early for lunch, but still a reasonable time, so you quickly put on your jacket, grabbed some money, and left your office. You stepped outside into the chilly streets, and began walking towards your usual cafe, burying yourself deeper into your jacket in some attempt to stay warm and hide yourself.

Of course, you were alone when you made your way into the cafe, but it seemed suitable this time. The people around you paid no attention as you stepped inside; they were too busy with other things, and, once again, you couldn't help but feel out of place. You were just another lone soul enjoying a lunch break; there shouldn't be anything strange about that.

But I floated with the question:

Soon, you found yourself sitting at a lone table with a hot sandwich and cup of hot chocolate. You took a sip, allowing the warmth and taste to comfort you as best as they could, before you began to look about the people in the cafe.

Who will love me as I am?

Another lone soul, you thought to yourself, and finished your lunch with a sigh. On your way back to your office, you had failed to run into the usual group which normally surrounded you with conversations and laughter. Perhaps they went to eat someplace else? It really wasn't you place to ask. You entered the building and climbed up the stairs, the sound of your footsteps bouncing off the walls as you climbed, until you had finally reached the fourth floor and was back in the safety of your office.

Like an odd, exotic creature
On display inside a zoo

You spent the next few hours recording on your own and uploading some new videos. Tired of playing just Minecraft, you scanned through your small library of games before settling on a quick game of Don't Starve; nothing you hadn't already shown your dwindling audience, but you enjoyed the game. You continued to play for a little, constantly switching back between games which failed to grab your attention, before you finally gave up on recording and began editing some of this morning's work.

Hearing children asking questions
Makes me ask some questions too

As you continued to edit footage on one monitor, you were browsing the internet on the one beside it, looking up silly videos and memes to pass the time. While you were busy uploading some footage, you decided to check your accounts for questions and mail.

Why aren't you playing more Minecraft?

Is she and Sjin dating?

How come you've stopped uploading?

Eventually you stopped checking through the mail when the messages began repeating themselves. You sighed and stared at the list of questions in front of you. If you wanted, you could probably make a few posts on Twitter answering your fans, and you genuinely wanted to, but you didn't know how to explain yourself.

Could we bend the laws of nature?
Could a lion love a lamb?

You glanced back at the few lines about you and Paul, and felt your heart sink. The two of you have been through so much together, and yet he still felt so far away. A part of you still hoped that he'd magically fall in love with you and the two of you could live happily ever after. It was the same part of you that hoped for better tomorrows and easier mornings. It was the same part of you that smiled whenever you had to do recording and spoke with the most genuine happiness you could conjure.

Who could see beyond this surface?

If that part of you didn't exist, would you be better off than you were now? What would happen if was no mask? Nobody would want that. They want the smiling and always funny Youtuber.

Who will love me as I am?

Sighing, you pushed yourself away from your desk, giving your chair a quick spin.

Who will ever call to say 'I love you'?
Send me flowers or a telegram?

At the risk of falling asleep, you closed your eyes and began to daydream. Dream that you were actually the person people imagined behind the screen. You dreamt that you would step into a not-empty house and right into a pair of loving arms. Why couldn't you be with someone? Where was the single rose and the after-work calls, just to see that you were doing alright? You weren't desperate, but you simply had to wonder to yourself. Maybe he didn't actually exist; true love never does.

Who could proudly stand beside me?
Who will love me as I am?

Then again, it's not like anyone would love the you - the normal you. The quiet little mouse locked up in her office who simply nodded her head and laughed whenever something funny was supposed to happen. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you were being too hard on yourself once again, but that was just part of who you were, right?

Like a clown whose tears bring laughter
Trapped inside the center ring

The self-pitying, yearning, hopeless romantic. Who could ever been attracted to that? No one, which was why you simply had to put on a show for the rest of the world every time you started up your computers. Smiling and killing yourself over and over again at the expense of your own self-worth. Maybe, if you weren't part of the Yogscast, you could be more honest with the people who watched you. But, the Yogscast was big, and people wanted to see fun. So you gave them 'fun'.

Even seeing smiling faces
I am lonely pondering

Nobody else seemed to notice there was anything wrong with you. Everyone you looked at seemed to be happily wrapped up in their own matters. You were happy to see that everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves with whatever was going on, but it still left you feeling small and ignored. So here you were, sitting in your office, trying to find you way through this emotional wreck.

Who would want to join this madness?
Who would change my monogram?

Of course, people asked if you were alright or if you needed anything, but it was so easy to simply smile and say 'I'm fine'. There was no need to inconvenience other people with your own social issues. As you continued to think to yourself silently, you slowly realized just how lonely you actually were. Beyond the Yogscast, you didn't really talk to anyone anymore. Sure, you knew other people in the gaming and Youtube circles, but never anyone you considered yourself close with. And now that you began to distance yourself from your only circle of friends, there was no one left.

Who will be part of my circus?
Who will love me as I am?

You slowly brought your knees up to your chest and felt your stomach tighten. In the privacy of your locked office, you buried your face in your arms and let yourself silently come undone.

Who will ever call to say 'I love you'?
Send me flowers or a telegram?

You didn't burst out into a sobbing mess - miraculous as it was - but a part of you wanted to. All of the sadness and loneliness was crashing down on you, and you just wanted to curl up into the smallest ball possible. You wanted someone, anybody, to wrap their arms around you and comfort you. And not just like a close friend or a family member. The Yogscast was family, you couldn't deny that, but it wasn't the same as having someone want you- no, having someone need you.

Who could proudly stand beside me?
Who will love me as I am?

Wiping away the small traces of tears, you cleared your throat and looked around your office. Little mementos and toys were arranged on the shelves beside the door - you had finally got around to assembling them a little over a week ago - and noticed a familiar little plastic figurine. You smiled weakly as you turned away from the shelves and thought to yourself. As much as Paul cared for you, and you likewise, you knew that he, along with the rest of the Yogscast was family. Nothing less, and nothing more. You were grateful to belong to such a close-knit group, but there are times when even family isn't enough. Was it selfish of you? Maybe, but you didn't care.

With a sigh, you rose up from your seat and grabbed your belongings. It was still early in the day, but you'd simply have to tell someone that you weren't feeling well - which clearly wasn't a lie. You headed out of the office and began walking down the hallway, waving goodbye to the few people who noticed that you were leaving. Soon, you were back outside, the sting of the cold cutting against your face.

Who could proudly stand beside me?
Who will love me as I am?

As you walked away from the building, down the streets, and back to your house, you still kept wondering and lamenting to yourself. After trying and failing to keep yourself entertained with games and TV, you finally decided to simply go to bed early. You quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes and curled up under the covers in your room, slowly closing your eyes.


Your phone's screen seemed to light up the entire room, abruptly ripping you away from your dreams. With a sigh, you grabbed the phone resting beside your bed and checked the screen.

Turps: You left early, is everything alright?


(Name): Not feeling well. Physically and emotionally.

Turps: Sorry to hear that. Look on the bright side, soon you'll be in San Francisco.

You smiled at the thought.

(Name): Yeah. Soon.

Sjin x Reader - Who Will Love Me As I Am?
This chapter, much like the last one, doesn't have a lot in terms of plot or events, but I needed to set the mood for what's to come - and I thought it would be weird if we suddenly jumped from mid February to early March. The next chapter will probably be GDC. Enjoy.
The Cynical Businessman by X-Doe
The Cynical Businessman
A drawing I made as a response to a tweet W_Strife made about Don't Starve a few days ago.

How could this have happened?

Tired eyes stared up at the single light illuminating your cell, the soft buzzing of electricity the only thing you could hear apart from the frustrated voices in your head. Slowly, you raised your hand up above you, eclipsing the light hanging above your head, and began to trace the patters with your eyes once again. Purple spirals and twists imbedded themselves into your skin, starting right below your shoulder and slowly crawling up to your arm, and finally reaching the tips of your fingers - your purple, glowing, pulsating fingers.

It's been a week since you've been here?

Metal bed springs creaked as you shifted on your bed in hopes of find at least some comfortable position to fall asleep in, though you eventually gave up after turning and rolling around for the thirteenth time. In all fairness, it was still relatively early in the day - at least it felt early - but you couldn't be for sure; there weren't any windows to the outside world, and the nearest clock was on the other side of your cell door, across the room. As a matter of fact, the only windows you could see through were the giant glass windows that made up for three of the walls surrounding you with the fourth wall hiding a bathroom; you almost impaled Sips when you saw your new 'home', but Sjin quickly explained that each prisoner was provided an individual, albeit cramped, washroom behind the back wall.

But you were so careful...

Then again, you wouldn't be in a prison cell in the first place if not for a multitude of reasons - the Cheat Police's 'Justice System', Duncan and Kim's inability to help, the presumptuous soon-to-be corpse who reported you to Sips and Sjin, and even your own human error - but in the end, it didn't matter. Kim had to fall into a sphere full of flux and it took one-hundred days for the taint to affect her, whereas you simply had to accidentally spilled a small puddle of liquid flux onto your gloves and wait two and a half weeks for purple spirals to start forming on your fingertips - you had to assume that the taint's rate of infection was dependent on the concentration of flux along with the host's immune system - industrial work gloves, bleached lab coats, and face masks be damned. One quick teleport to Duncan and Kim's base proved to be a waste of time when you bounded up the stairs to their front door, and Kim quickly explained that she and Duncan were too busy with other matters to help you.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

So, after teleporting back home, you had begun a rapid search for some sort of cure for the taint, collecting various samples, jotting down all of your finds, testing experiments. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and you grew more and more frantic, re-reading notes and observing your experiments over and over again. Morning, afternoon, evening, and night blurred into a mass of wasted time as you drowned in research notes, only eating and sleeping in small increments. Sometimes you would be studying your notes during midday, and then open your eyes a second later to see that the sun was setting in the distance, not that you really cared; with the taint slowly making progress up your arm, you had begun to experience changes. 'Changes' was the only way you could describe it. Voices echoing down empty hallways, fleeting shadows hiding just beyond your vision, nightmares flooding your mind every time you tried to fall asleep; paranoia had wrapped itself around you, draining you of any rationality, until you finally locked yourself away in your laboratory with little more than a shelf of jars and a stack of barely readable notes. By the time Sips and Sjin came around to your isolated base, you were too tired and too hungry to even bother arguing with them.

That was days ago, and now that you'd regained enough energy to think clearly, you realized the grimness of your situation.

Of course, they provided you with the barest necessities, though the food was mostly chili peppers, but besides that you were completely alone. Never once were you ever allowed to leave your cell, and the two men would only stop by once a day to provide you with more food, more water, and more insults. Nobody ever visited you, you were never given any means of entertainment, and, to make matters worse, you were still fluxed. Which was going to kill you first: malnutrition or the taint? Honestly, you didn't really care anymore.

For once in your life, you were genuinely alone. Back at your base, there was always a chance that you could talk to someone, but now you were in a lonely cell, miles underground, and no one even knew you were there. Isolation was always a part of who you were, but you never thought it would come to such an extreme, and you weren't sure whether it was a good or bad thing.

Suddenly, your lamenting was interrupted by the familiar sound of footsteps.

"Hey!" you heard Sips call out, "We brought you a present!"

Curious and confused, you slid off of your bed and approached the glass walls, pressing your face against the front wall in an attempt to see what was going on. Upon first glance, you could only recognize Sips with Sjin following behind him, but as they continued walking towards your cell, you realized that there was someone standing in between them.

Black hair, green shirt and tie, faded brown trousers, and a pair of thick, black glasses.

Nilesy nearly walked right into Sips when he and Sjin came to an abrupt stop right in front of your cell, though his confused expression turned into pure bewilderment when he saw you standing behind a wall of glass.

"What're you looking at?" Sips smirked, "Did you think some knight in shinning armor was coming to save you or something?"

Realizing that you were still standing right in front of the glass wall, you quickly stepped away and looked at the three men in front of you.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he gave a nonchalant shrug before turning to Nilesy, "Caught this joker using teleportation, which, as you know, is extremely illegal, so we had to make an arrest. She didn't put up much of a fight though. Guess that's what happens to people with a guilty conscience,"

He continued to ramble on and on to no one in particular while Nilesy constantly jumped his gaze from Sips to Sjin, from Sjin to you, and from you back to Sips. Meanwhile, you simply rolled your eyes and scoffed. Could physics allowed it, you would've smashed your hand right through the reinforced glass and punched Sips right in the face. Sadly, all you could do was stand there, silently plotting all of the possible ways you could escape and exact a swift revenge on the two men.

While Sjin and Sips began to talk back and forth between each other, you glanced to the third man who looked absolutely terrified. Curiosity overcame you as you began to wonder what Nilesy was doing, or rather, what he wasn't doing. Although he wasn't exactly your 'best friend', you got along with him well enough - though you had to question his obsession with cats - and you were well aware of his study of witchcraft. Witchery wasn't exactly something you had delved too deep into, but you could only assume there were more than a few spells or tricks he could use to escape, so why not use them?

Before you could wonder any more, Sjin had moved on to the cell to the left of you - the only cell beside you - and pulled at the iron door while Sips roughly shoved Nilesy forward until he was pushed into the cell, stumbling before hitting the ground.

"Have fun, you two," Sips smirked as the door slammed shut, before he walked out of sight along with Sjin. Their footsteps echoed against the floor, bouncing off the walls with unsettling clarity, before you heard them head up the lift, leaving you alone once more.

Well, almost alone.

A painful grunt was enough to remind you of your newfound neighbor, and you glanced over through the glass wall to see Nilesy slowly rise to his feet. The more observant part of your instantly noticed the beginnings of bruises on his neck and just underneath the collar of his shirt - Sip's handiwork, no doubt.

"Jeez," Nilesy sighed, straightening out his clothes, "Right, that's it! I'm busting out of here,"

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," you sighed, rapping your knuckles against the wall separating the two of you, "Five inches worth of palladium-based metallic glass; you'd need a diamond drill to break this stuff,"

"Well, what about the floor? Maybe we tunnel out of here?"

"Solid marble," you explained, "Plus we're at least a hundred feet underground. If you don't die from a collapsing tunnel, the oxygen deprivation will do you in,"

"Look," you turned to properly face Nilesy, "Food comes once a day, toiletries are already in the bathroom, the shower water's usually lukewarm, and the sooner you go along with whatever they say, the less often they'll harass you,"

"Wait," he interrupted you, confusion etched into his face, "Can you tell me how many days have you been down here?"

"Ten days," you answered with a nonchalant shrug as you turned your attention to across the room and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.


"Alright," you interrupted him, reaching over to the door and turning off the solitary light in your cell, "It's late; go to bed,"

Before Nilesy could make any more objections, you crawled into bed and jammed the pillow under your head, turning your back to him.

"Um... okay," you could barely hear the soft click of a light switch before Nilesy stammered out a nervous, "Goodnight,"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you silently prayed that you'd have a peaceful sleep, though the soft glowing from you arms was a clear reminder that the nightmares would never be over.  Sadly, your pleas went unanswered, as night plagued your sleep with screaming faces and drowning in taint that flowed as freely as the blood in your veins.

Eventually you were abruptly torn from your nightmares by the sound of groaning hinges and screeching metal, feeling more exhausted than when you went to sleep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Nilesy quickly scramble into a sitting position as Sjin opened the door to his cell.

"Rise and shine, ladies," Sips said with a grin as he took a small bag of food and tossed it on the floor while Sjin did the same for Nilesy, "Eat up,"

Slamming the door as quickly as he had opened it, Sips gave you both one last smirk before he walked off with Sjin, leaving the two of you alone once again.

"Breakfast?" Nilesy asked.

"Along with our lunch, and dinner," you answered, slowly rising from your spot and retrieving the bag, ready to find bright red chilies. To your surprise, you pulled out a few rolls of bread and a carrot.

"Three baked potatoes and a cookie," Nilesy said with a soft smile, "Guess Sjin's always had a bit of a soft spot for me,"

Other than a slight nod of your head, you didn't show any sign of acknowledgement. Whilst the two of you ate in silence, you would occasionally glance up from your food and see Nilesy eater as well, and more often than not he would be glancing at your hands. Unsurprising, seeing as how one of those hands - along with the arm and shoulder it was attached to - was dark purple and glowing with your pulse, but you had to wonder how long he was going to be staring at you. After you finished eating half a roll of bread, you turned to Nilesy, who was constantly looking back and forth between the food he was eating and the purple spirals which adorned your skin.

"Liquid flux,"

Hearing your voice was enough for Nilesy to realize that he'd been staring, and he quickly looked up to you in a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

"During an experiment, I... very stupidly spilled some liquid flux and it seeped through the gloves I was wearing," you explained.

"Ah," was all he said; it was all he needed to say for you to understand, "Is that why you're here? Because you were messing with the taint?"

"'Messing'?" you knew that he was just trying to make small talk, but the past few days had taken their toll on you and something inside you was beginning to break, "Do you honestly think that I was stupid enough to just dump flux on me?"

Venom dripped from your words and the tone in your voice was enough to make Nilesy stop talking, but the glare you shot him - eyes narrowed and shining purple with barely concealed rage - seemed to terrify him. Registering just how harshly you snapped, you sighed and rubbed your forehead in some attempt to keep you relaxed. Usually the silence that enveloped your cell was unsettling, allowing the tiny whispers in your mind to grow into shouting voices and slowly destroying your composure until you had to scream. Now that you actually had someone to talk to, someone who could hear you, the silence had gone from irritating to unbearable.

"Sorry," you muttered, hoping that he could hear your apology.

"No, I'm sorry," he quickly replied, "It's just... never mind,"

"Sjin and Sips put me in here because I teleported to Duncan and Kim," you explained with a sigh, "They're experienced in Thaumcraft, and I thought maybe they could help me, but when Kim told me they couldn't do anything, I just teleported right back home and began searching for a cure,"

Unceremoniously, you flopped onto your bed and glared up at the ceiling, hoping that the perfect escape plan had imbedded itself in the patterns above your head.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I spawned in a stack of mailboxes,"

You turned head towards Nilesy and he gave you a soft smile. Mumbling something under your breath, you turned around once more so your back was facing Nilesy and closed your eyes, hoping that he'd be asleep by the time you woke up.

Nilesy x Reader: Solitary Confinement (Part 1)
One of you kind souls asked me if I have any Nilesy x Reader work which I could put on my page, and, as matter of fact, I do. I explained that the story was short, cute, and wouldn't turn into a series.

I lied.
First off, I want to apologize for not posting anything new recently; there's really no good explanation as to why I haven't posted something. I'm still working on the next Sjin x Reader chapter - it's a bit of a dull one in my opinion, but it'll get more interesting as the plot progresses. Really I just need to bite my tongue and get writing. Thankfully with winter coming (soon be cardigan weather), I'll have plenty of time to write, relax, and indulge and pure laziness.

Secondly, I'm considering entering an Original Character Tournament, so I might have to hold off on the Reader-Inserts for a while - audition deadlines are next year and I need to get to work if I actually want to make it into the tournament. Sorry.

Thirdly... Um... I've got some other scraps of Reader-Inserts lying around, so I may post those in my free time. Also, if you want me to write some sort of fanfiction for you, then by all means comment or send me a message. Getting requests might help me get back into a working mode.

So that's all I wanted to say, I'm sorry that I've been inactive for so long, and I'll post the next Sjin x Reader as soon as possible.


Ian Moone
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature

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rhosmarixx Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014
I tagged you in my journal.
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Thank you for the watch. ^-^
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