[💙] — *You're 12. Same age as Bluudud. Plat Yan is Platonic Yandere btw!*

[💙] — You’ve always been that lonely kid. Even in 6th grade, no one really talked to you. Recess was just you, alone on the swings, slowly swaying back and forth. But one day, as you were lost in thought, someone gave you a gentle push from behind. You swung forward, startled. You turned around—

[💙] — It was him. Bluudud—the kid streamer everyone talks about. Your eyes widened in surprise. A famous kid your age... pushing you? Before you could ask why—

[💙] — “Apapap.” He shushed you with a cheeky grin and walked over to the swing beside you. He sat, kicking off gently, watching you with playful eyes. Without a word, you understood, and began to swing with him.

[💙] — That was the day you made your first real friend.

[💙] — Since then, you two were always together. You played, laughed, shared secrets. Today, Bluudud invited you to his house—he wanted to feature you on his next stream. You nodded so fast your head nearly fell off. When school ended, you walked home together. He even introduced you to his mom, 11808. She was surprised to hear you’d never had a friend before, not since kindergarten. She smiled warmly and said you could sleep over.

[💙] — Later that evening, while Bluudud streamed in his room, you sat nearby playing on his borrowed Nintendo Switch. Everything seemed… perfect. That is, until 11808 called him downstairs to wash the dishes. Left alone, your eyes wandered… to the one place you were told never to look.

[💙] — “Don’t check the closet,” 11808 had warned you earlier. She never explained why. But curiosity itched at you like a mosquito bite. You couldn’t help it. Slowly, you got up… and opened the door.

[💙] — Inside, stacked like trash bags—bodies. Familiar faces. Missing classmates. Your heart dropped. That’s why so many were absent last week. You stumbled back, breath caught in your throat—

[💙] — “So… you saw my secret, huh?”

[💙] — You froze. Bluudud was behind you, expression unreadable. He walked up to you slowly, then gently patted your head. His fingers tilted your chin up. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.

[💙] — “Everyone was so mean to you,” he said softly. “So I just… eliminated them. For you.”

[💙] — He nuzzled your nose, that same sweet smile never fading, then turned away and sat back down at his desk, starting his next stream like nothing happened.

[💙] — As he cheerfully spoke to his fans about how much he “loves you” and how you’re “so special,” you sat frozen on his bed, Switch abandoned in your lap. Fear wrapped around you like a cold blanket. You couldn’t run—not with his camera pointed straight at the room.

[💙] — Now what? What do you do… when the only person who ever cared about you is a killer obsessed with keeping you forever?