My super awesome plan to scare the shit out of some random Youtuber went well.

  For like 2 minutes.

  After that I just started to feel bad for the poor bastard. Though he talked fine, without even a single quiver.

  I could tell he was absolutely terrified though. His entire body was shaking, eyes trembling, the whole lot.

  Yet his words somehow always came out confident and without waver.

  “You’re really bad at this.” He spoke clearly, even as his heart did backflips and he clutched his controller tighter.

  Almost like he didn’t want to say the things he did. Hmm.

  “My fingers are simply too long to hold it properly.” I replied cooly, despite my serious struggle to hold the tiny normal human sized controller.

  “Sounds like a you problem. Skill issue.” The content creator had balls.

  Or maybe he didn’t?

  He was sweating really bad. Just drenched in sweat like he’s running a marathon full sprint.

  “Hmph, very well.” I snarked, smirking under my visor as I decided to give it some real effort.

  I simply let go of the controller, and it floated in the air in front of me.

  My Telekinesis worked as a sort of invisible mental hand, and that hand could be any size I wanted.

  I chuckled as I crossed my arms, the controller looking as if it was playing the game for me.

  His expression was priceless as I finally passed him.

  We were sitting on his living room couch, but I didn’t really fit it that well.

  Super Duper Kart Masterz is a classic family game that most gamers have played, even if it was during their childhoods.

  “This game is easier than I thought~.” I tease, hitting mostly perfect drifts on each turn and leaving him in the dust.

  ‘Not to brag or anything, but I kicked both of my sisters asses at this game when we were kids. I’m definitely going to win~.’ I smiled wide under my visor, enjoying the nostalgia.

  I totally wasn’t winning by abusing the meta character and go-kart loadout.

  Well, I was, but they just happened to be my favorite character and kart.

  A big fat lizard pretending to be a dragon in the smallest possible kart. It just so happened to be the funniest looking combination along with the best performance wise.

  “Hm?” My brow twitched as I witnessed something incredible.

  ‘What the hell? How is he gaining on me so fast?!’ I was left speechless as the ‘tuber guy suddenly got serious and started making impossible turns.

  “Unlucky for you, I know some speed running strats.” He admitted, while looking like he very much didn’t want to admit that.

  His character, a man wearing a green jumpsuit with a backwards baseball cap riding on a motorcycle, was jumping around unnaturally.

  He would purposefully clip onto walls and other obstacles in such a way they would actually push him forward instead of to the side or backwards.

  “What is this sorcery?” I harrumphed, rubbing my helmet's chin as he passed me quite easily.

  ‘Cheating huh? Well, maybe I can do that too.’ I pondered, extending my senses out to the console.

  I could trigger specific parts of brains, and I did so a long time ago to knock out a bunch of gorilla people, so surely I can tweak the console to make me faster?

  First issue I ran into, is that this was not a brain.

  I only figured out the sleep trick thanks to there being multiple brains and I could cross reference what did what.

  A console provided no help with that, as it had no obvious tell for what anything did.

  I could probably figure it out eventually, but I didn’t have the patience nor the excess consoles to warrant possibly breaking this one mid game.

  “Troublesome.” I grunted, then decided to try copying the tricky content creator.

  First attempt had me bang into a wall and spin out, costing me the race.

  That was fine though, as we were doing a whole grand prix. We had a few more maps to go through.

  “What was that~? Give up towards the end?” He taunted, still looking like he ate something sour.

  I just shook my head ruefully.

  “You’ll see.” I muttered, and the next race started.

  …

  —------ Craig, The Creator of Content —------

  ‘I’m going to die here like a dog.’ I was crying internally as my Skill made me taunt the super powerful alien.

  I was just trying to survive this ordeal, since I had no idea what would happen if I lost this game.

  So I pulled some tricks I learned from trying to speed run this game for views.

  Of course, I wasn’t any good at it since it was a passing fad that I only jumped on briefly, but I was good enough to get top 10,000.

  As I pulled further and further ahead, The Dark Lord continued to ram into stuff on purpose.

  It was obvious that he was trying to copy me, but it took me several hours of practice to get even somewhat repeatable results. There was no way-

  “That’s not how you do that. Aim for the precise frame the object you hit is in between-” My mouth began teaching The Dark Lord how to do the speed running techniques, completely unprompted.

  I wanted to cry.

  “Hey~, you figured it out! Now try to keep up.” I said, unwillingly, as The Dark Lord Azurath learned the trick to it shockingly fast.

  “You must not want that wish, if you so easily taught me.” He snarked and I bit my lip in frustration.

  ‘I want it!!! I want to live so bad!’ I screamed internally as he began to gain on me.

  Where I could pull off the trick every 3 or 4 times, he was getting it every single time he tried it!

  It’s never been so over.

  …

  —------ Greg —------

  Thanks to the ‘tuber man literally telling me how to cheat, I was consistently in first place.

  “This will finish it~!” I roared as we battled neck and neck for the final stretch in the last race.

  I hate to admit it but I was getting pretty fired up.

  The Youtuber, Craigspost as he called himself, roared alongside me as we crossed the finish line.

  As soon as the race finished, we sat in complete silence as the score was calculated across all 8 maps.

  And the final verdict is…

  “...Tied?” I mumbled in disbelief.

  I didn’t even know that was possible.

  “So we need a tie breaker.” Craigspost still looked like he was dying inside, but at least he wasn’t sucking on a lemon this sentence.

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  “What do you suggest?” I asked, setting the controller down.

  “Rock paper scissors.” He offered simply, going right back to eating lemons.

  ‘Well that feels a tad anticlimactic.’ I exhaled through my nose, but nodded anyways.

  “Very well. Shall we do it one and done?” I asked.

  “Sure.” He replied cooly, which is weird because he was shaking his head pretty hard.

  We got into position, the tension palpable.

  Silence settled between us, only broken by the end of race music playing on the tv.

  “ROCK! PAPER! SCIISSOORRSS!!!” Craig and I called out dramatically, our hands following the traditional play.

  He played… rock.

  My paper easily decimated his stone hand, making it my win.

  “The outcome was obvious from the start.” I chuckled, posing in my silly little villain pose.

  Did I cheat?

  Fuck yeah I did.

  I slowed down time so I could see what he would play and then played against it instantly.

  ‘I offered a wish if he won, which was really damn stupid of me.’ I chided myself, and then realized I had no plan for if I actually won.

  Craigspost, the Youtuber, looked like he was going to vomit.

  “A good game.” I said simply, patting him on his shoulder.

  “What happens to me now?” He asked, nervously playing with his fingers.

  I slowed time down to a stop.

  ‘I don’t know... Uhhh…’ Using my extremely altered sense of time, I tried brainstorming some kind of punishment or just… something.

  I paced around the living room, everything having stopped in its place.

  “...What do I even do here?” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my helmet.

  Do I go with ‘don’t worry about it, I had fun’ or maybe make him do something stupid like wear a clown wig?

  ‘...I kind of like that idea.’ I hummed to myself as I finalized a plan in my mind.

  Time resumed, but I wasn’t standing in front of him with my hand on his shoulder anymore.

  He jumped as it must’ve seemed like I teleported a few feet away from him.

  “Hmmm~, I have an idea.” I offered mischievously, leaving it open ended to scare him a bit more.

  “What is it? A gift?” He asked, his face scrunching up even harder. Funny guy.

  “You could say that.” I said, my smirk obvious in my voice.

  The idea I had was to in fact give him something.

  I wanted him to wear something silly, but I wasn’t about to curse him with a permanent item. So it had to be something he would actively choose to use, despite it being dumb or embarrassing.

  My ability to forge magic items was about to come in clutch, though it did look a bit underwhelming when in use.

  “Ah, I can’t give it to you here. Follow me.” I offered, lifting a finger as another idea struck me.

  I immediately paused time again, and put several instances to work on constructing something like a secret evil villain base.

  For the location, I selected Neptune. As it was the farthest planet and it should look pretty cool on the surface.

  Neptune is known for its extreme winds, but with time frozen around me and my instances, there was no wind at all as we got to work.

  I worked quickly, using my instances to find a suitable location with my multiple sets of human eyes, and once I found a good sized ice mountain I sliced the tip clean off.

  Rearranging the atomic makeup of the ice, I created smooth marbled stone.

  In mere moments in frozen time, I had a castle constructed on Neptune's surface.

  The exterior sucked if I was honest, but what I wanted was the interior anyway.

  Focusing on just one room for now, I made a sort of forge area with lava flowing along in channels leading to a massive anvil made from Adamantium plucked from my personal stores.

  I also added a humongous stone pillar capped with Adamantium to form a sort of hydraulic press.

  It looked impressive… I think.

  “It’ll work.” I nodded to myself, then added Rule bend upon Rule bend to the castle.

  Making it more than comfortable for human life.

  Then retconned the heating and made it a little colder inside on purpose.

  My new base was on an ice giant after all. Gotta respect the aesthetics.

  I popped back over to the Youtubers house, and resumed time.

  “Follow you where…?” He asked, and another stroke of inspiration hit me like lightning.

  “Ah~, right. You humans cannot move as freely as I can. Come closer.” I waved him over, and placed a hand on his shoulder as I stood to his side.

  Original plan was to just Gate there, but that’s… boring.

  At least to me, it’s become a little overused.

  Craigspost looked at me, still sweating like crazy.

  I waved my free hand and opened his house up like a blooming flower, shifting his roof out of the way and exposing the cloudy night sky.

  He immediately gawked at the sight, and I resisted the urge to laugh.

  I gently lifted us up off of the ground, obviously taking the camera with me and putting it into his hands.

  It was my time to show off and be cool after all.

  After we cleared his roof, I put it back the way it was. Sealing his house back up like it never even opened.

  As we picked up speed and got closer to the clouds, I layered several Rules around us. Forming a sphere of protection so he wouldn’t die or get hurt from the extreme speed and depths of space.

  He merely stared dumbly as we exited the atmosphere, hurtling through the vast nothingness.

  I could move us several times faster than light, probably, but that would mean traveling in distorted light or no light at all.

  Bad for the camera angle.

  So while we were traveling very fast, I was bending space to put us farther with less speed.

  Which still caused distortions in what was visible, but since there wasn’t much to see anyway I would slow down near planets for the view.

  Craigspost continued to say nothing as we passed by Mars, close enough to see (and record) a clear view of its red sandy surface.

  I went out of the way to slow down near all the planets on the way to Neptune, taking a scenic detour.

  I made sure the camera saw Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus.

  All as close as I got to mars.

  There was no reason to do this, but I was feeling pretty camera happy. Even if it wasn’t my camera.

  Or my channel.

  Space was bad ass and deserved to be shown off, so I made doubly sure that it caught some pretty sights.

  The super secret space stations the government didn’t want to show off may or may not have appeared in some frames, but I did also show off the public ones.

  Got a good shot of The Ring as we passed it.

  It felt weirdly nostalgic as I watched it go by. It was where it all started after all.

  Then I remembered that watch and the loneliness I felt while there, and decided that we got close enough and left it behind.

  We were approaching Neptune when Craigspost finally spoke.

  “You never answered my question.” He said quietly, like he didn’t want to interrupt a movie.

  Rather than answering with words, I simply pointed at the big blue ball.

  His eyes somehow opened wider as we descended into Neptune's atmosphere.

  The storms buffed off the invisible sphere of protection, making it hard to see and hear with the high speed winds.

  But as we passed the clouds, we neared the surface. Where we traveled along at great speeds, the jittery ice and rock blurring past.

  Until finally… The mountain with a crumbling castle at its tip.

  ‘Fuck. The winds are harsher than I thought.’ If I hadn’t been so distracted with showing off the planets on the way, I would have noticed and fixed it.

  Using my senses showed that the forge was fine. I just hadn’t wrapped the Rules around the exterior tightly enough.

  Luckily, it looked pretty cool.

  We slowed down as it got closer, and then I waved a hand.

  Large stone double doors swung open with a bang, and I settled us onto the smooth stone tile.

  Craigspost actually collapsed to his knees as I shut the doors. The roaring wind going silent.

  “Come now, to the forge~!” I cheerily walked past him and towards the only finished room in the entire castle.

  To his credit, Craigspost got up pretty fast and ran after me.

  Craig, I assume his name is Craig, was shivering but I didn’t know if that was the cold or his usual jittery nature.

  He didn’t say anything, but I could tell that he was using his camera to show off the castle.

  …And also the cracks in the walls.

  “Yes, it’s a bit of a fixer upper but I’ll have it spick and span here soon. Here we are.” I spoke like some gracious host.

  As we entered the forge, heat wafted off the walls and through the open door.

  Craig stopped shivering so much, but he was definitely still jittery.

  The only lighting was from the lava and the scarce amount of sunlight from the sparse amount of windows.

  I had to actively push the clouds away to get this lighting, but it was worth it.

  It was simply… masterful.

  “I’d offer you something to eat, but there’s no kitchen yet. Have a seat.” I snapped my fingers and morphed the floor into the shape of a chair.

  “It may take a few minutes to prepare your… gift.” I chuckled darkly, ringing my hands together as I approached the massive anvil.

  I immediately got to work, gathering and twisting atoms to my whims.

  Using my senses, I made sure the camera was on me still as I worked.

  Since it was, I smiled as I began to show off eagerly. Waving my hands and creating sparks of large magical lights.

  I didn’t actually have magic to do that, but I could mimic it well enough.

  The items were coming along nicely, and they would surely be quite the surprise to my guest.

  “Almost done~.” I cackled to myself, using my best evil laugh.

  Raising my hands, I made a show of bringing the large pillar down and shooting sparks everywhere with a thunderous bang of metal on metal.

  I put my hands on my hips, acting like I was out of breath. Even wiping imaginary sweat off my helmet.

  “...It is done.” I spoke darkly, doing my best to sound sinister.

  I lay my eyes on the most masterfully constructed set of gear, and the only set of gear, I have ever made.

  “Come~! Bask in its glory with me!” I demanded, causing Craig to jump up and scurry over to me.

  I helpfully provided a staircase so he could see the top of the anvil.

  Either out of instinct or intention, he brought the camera with him. Professionally recording the entire thing as he approached.

  He slowed down as he got to the stair case, and took one step at a time.

  Until finally, he reached the summit and he saw…

  A Motley colored blue and red, with purple frills at the neck, sleeves, and puffy cuffs.

  Curved pointy Black boots in the shape of a crescent moon, the heels sharp and square.

  Various baubles and tools of the trade, a scepter with a smile most wide, 3 glittery polished metallic balls, and a leather pouch full of throwing knives.

  And the most notable piece of them all.

  A Coxcomb styled the same as the Motley with 5 lappets, each donned with a bell sharing the same material as the balls.

  The Jester Set.