A Monstrosity of Stuff | DISCONTINUED

Good As New

This is a StacyPlays short story. In this story, Stacy is being pushed around by the bigger YouTubers and gets them back with the help of a fan. This is also the story of how Stacy gets her signature look.

NOTE: this is just a story. Nothing that happens in the story is true.

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"Aww, looks like no one came to poor Stacy's meet-up," the voices jeered. I bit my lip in an effort to prevent tears from spilling. The courtyard was deserted. The only humans in sight were me and a couple of the biggest YouTubers in the community. This was how VidCon went every year. I went, hopeful that people would finally come to my meet-up. Every year, I was disappointed, and ended up being pushed around by the bigger YouTubers. I sighed. Why do I even bother anymore? I asked myself.

"Is Stacy gonna cry?" a YouTuber called. "Yeah. Or maybe she'll call on her stupid dogs to attack us," another one answered. They continued making fun of me until they had to go to their meet-ups. Laughing, they moved away. Now that they were gone, I leaned my head back on a nearby pole, sunk down to the ground, and cried. Every single time. "You can't let them push you around like that, you know," a voice said. This one wasn't as deep or rude as the last ones. This one was soft and gentle. I didn't even bother to look up. "Go ahead. Make fun of me about how my fans don't bother to come meet me," I groaned miserably. "I came," the voice said. I looked up. A young girl was looking down at me, a sad smile on her face. Her eyes were beautiful, but I couldn't quite decide what color they were. At one moment, they were green. Then, they changed to a deep blue. She had choppy brown hair that went to the small of her back. "Y- you watch me?" I asked. She nodded. "Of course!" she exclaimed.

The girl held out her hand, and I tentatively took it. She pulled me up with surprising strength for someone so young. Now that I was standing, I was way taller than her. "My name's Emily," she said. "You saw that?" I asked, referring to the onslaught of rude comments from the other YouTubers. She nodded. "I was over here this whole time," she said. "Why didn't you come out?" I asked. "Because you needed to handle that one on your own. I'll help you now, though," Emily replied simply. I didn't want to ask how, but I forced out the words, "How?" Emily smiled. "Simple." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a nearby golf cart. "Take us to the exit, please," she told the driver. I frowned, confused. "Where are we going?" I asked. Emily smiled. "We're going to give you a makeover."

Wait, what? "Why?" I asked. "You gotta make them jealous, or in your case, guilty that they ever picked on you," she said. I thought for a moment, then said, "How do I know you know what you're doing?" Emily looked at me with her ever-changing eyes, which were now a beautiful yet terrifying golden colour (yes, her eyes are golden. Also, I'm not British but I just felt like writing color that way). They had a sad look to them, a maturity that someone as young as Emily shouldn't have. I could tell she'd seen things that most people would never get to witness, good and bad. "I've been through this exact contingency before, Stacy. Believe me, I know what I'm doing," she says, surprising me with her big vocabulary. "You know what that means?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah, why?" I shook my head. "Never mind."

Emily took me to her hotel room, and briefly explained before changing the subject that her parents were out and had given her the key. "When's your next event?" she asked as she bustled around her room, grabbing various miscellaneous items from various locations. "3:00," I answered immediately, having memorized the schedule so as to not have to glance at the slip of paper every few seconds. "Good, so we have a few hours," she muttered, more to herself then me. "To do what?" I asked. She jumped, looked at me, her eyes wide. Her expression softened when she realized that it was just me. She appeared to have forgotten I was there. It didn't really bother me, seeing as that happened to me quite a lot. "Stuff," she said, smiling. Emily grabbed a couple more items before heading to the door. "Let's go."