You have just spent hours upon hours of sweat, blood, and occasionally tears, on a video that you toil upon dearly like a child. It's truly your magnum opus. It's not even one of those overdone video essays! Nope. Just a very longform video of you doing what you enjoyed. Be it drawing, gaming, I don't know, really.

The chonky length video was uploaded to YouTube, and after many hours of processing and waiting, it was finally uploaded. Sure, you had a few questionable images and audios, but they were just memes. Everyone likes memes, right? No harm, no foul.

...

Days later, your video was flagged and then deleted for inappropriate content.

What.

That can't be right. It was just memes and audios. At least, you thought that was the case here. Was that it? Maybe you needed to just take it up with YouTube now...except all your emails are being ignored or not responded to.

Bruh.

Hours of work and slaving away at a glaring screen just for this. That's not right. It really isn't. You know what? Just take it up with YouTube herself. Yeah. Take this issue right to her, because something just isn't adding up here.

So, you ventured to have a meeting with YouTube-san herself. Oddly enough, YouTube HQ is just...a weird church with YouTube accents, Very odd indeed, but you don't question marketing schemes. Maybe just some new brand or whatever...YouTube does what YouTube is.

The halls were a dull white. Devoid of all life. Simply a corporate color to appeal to stock shareholders, stakeholders, businessmen...the sort of people that need more money. Chairs upon chairs lined the corridors, all facing to one big screen. Like that 1984 ad.

But, you're looking for her office. Tube-tan's door was right there, and now, after the matter of knocking on it, a professional voice calls out, muffled behind the wood. "Come in."

You do in fact come in and take a seat at one of the chairs. She was the imposing sort, for sure. Arms behind her back, looking down behind the red play button on her face.

"So? What brings you, consumer?"