My glasses! You a*shole!

Hera stepped into an abandoned parking lot.

The streamer panned her camera around, giving her fans a full view of the old and crumbling building in the near distance as well as the empty parking lot, only old trash left behind.

"As expected, it's empty, there doesn't seem to be anything interesting around, so we'll go in now, it's around 3 in the afternoon now, let's see if we leave before 6, or before it gets dark, I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in there in the dark, unlike my ghost-buster friend."

She chuckled as she whispered into her mic, secured around her ears, and with a ridiculous battery life of 8 hours on average once fully charged.

The piece of equipment could capture even the softest whisper she could muster, perfect for silent commentary if she didn't want to be heard by anyone but her viewers and herself.

She trudged over the parking lot and entered through the broken glass doors.

"As you can see, the metal frame is closed, but the glass is shattered, we're not the first ones to come here, I really hope that we're alone now though."

She joked softly and stepped over the metal frame, a few stubborn pieces of glass still embedded inside.

LillyOrchid: <Now it gets spooky~>

Wolfking: <LET'S GOO!>

LunarWhite: <I hope all goes well...>

Even when Hera wasn't looking, her chat was still active and the messages quickly came in.

The streamer stepped into a reception hall, old papers scattered around the floor and rust setting in on the metal chairs left behind, the cushions a dirty brown with rare patches of white.

"Look, the chair cushions look like me."

Hera joked, fiddling with the strand of white hair she had, it was natural, unlike what most thought once they met her, it was a rare genetic mutation that she had gotten, her grandmother had had it before her.

She stepped over a few papers and looked at the yellowed and peeling wallpaper, she walked over and let her hands brush over a bare spot on the wall, the old wallpaper curling on the ground.

"Doesn't look too bad, does it? It doesn't look like it'll crumble any second at least."

Hera was careful while exploring, and as she was here as a favor for her friend in the first place, she made sure to check if the place was good for filming as she had promised.

BobTheBuilder: <She's right, but we don't know the condition of the higher, or lower floors. If the basement is crumbling, then the ground could sag away at any moment, or the ceiling crash.>

Wolfking: <I hope it stays standing!>

StrangePeach: <Up above is right, god knows if there's water damage above or below, although it doesn't look quite as bad as I expected from something abandoned 10 years ago...>

Scarlett: <We're counting on Lens's luck here!>

Hera wandered around a bit, looking at a floor plan hanging in a broken glass case.

"It's pretty big, a bit bigger than I expected, I looked at the floorplans I found online, but it seems like I found an outdated one."

Hera muttered, opening her phone camera and shooting a picture of the plan, lest she got lost.

"Do we go up first, or do we explore the rooms on this floor?"

She asked herself, looking around and making sure her camera caught everything she saw as well, every broken chair and decaying sofa, every broken window and peeling wall, every open and closed door, she wanted her viewers to see what she saw.

She walked underneath a large staircase leading to the higher level, a ramp for wheelchairs at each side, it was hollow beneath it, and there was a small sitting area that could have once been quite cozy.

Her footsteps echoed loudly as she walked around the well-aged building.

Some might find this scene scary, but Hera and most of her watchers were used to such sights, and due to it being day, the hospital was lit up by the sun outside, chasing away most of the chill and gloom.

The reception hall was as big as a ballroom and so it took her a good 15 minutes to explore the hall, she found some yellowed patient folders and other documents left behind, but she didn't look at them for long before she set them back down.

"It seems like we're done here, let's go up first, I want to see the condition of the upper floors before I continue to explore further."

She told her viewers as she went up the stairwell, it was still in good condition, while walking she let the camera capture the whole staircase with the curling iron rails that ran along the sides.

There were a few holes on the sides, where the weathered cement gave out.

ThatGirl: <What the fuck is that down there?!>

LoudMoon: <ARE THOSE EYES?!?!>

!! <WATCH OUT! BELOW THE STAIRS!> !!

A computer voice blared out of her phone, it was a privilege that she had given her Moderator and Admin, in case they urgently needed to get her attention.

After hearing the robotic voice Heras' eyes snapped to the stairs, her camera angled downwards along with her gaze, it recorded in full detail as a black, clawed, hand grabbed her ankles and tried to pull her under with a speed she didn't think possible.

It was just a black blur, but because of the quality of the camera, the viewers were able to see it in full detail.

Hera screamed, kicking at the hand, instead hitting a face as her foot grazed the hand holding her ankles in a death grip.

"NO, NO, NO!"

She was terrified, but who wouldn't be, it was day, she had not heard a peep, she had explored around and underneath the stairs, there had been nothing, so where did the hand come from? And why was it trying to pull her under?!

"LET GO! LET GO OF ME!"

She screamed as loud as she could, she didn't scream for help, there was no one there except her and, apparently, the thing down there.

She felt it drag her under and she fell with full force, collapsing on the stairs in a painful heap, she clawed at the stone steps, her camera left forgotten as it dropped from her grip.

It was strong, stronger than she was and so it managed to violently pulled her away from the light with one last yank at her ankles.

She tried reaching for whatever she could to stop it from succeeding, but in the end, she only managed to grab her camera and rip it down into the darkness with her.

___

Her chat was going crazy with messages and behind the screens, her viewers were screaming in fright, not that she could see it as her phone and her glasses had fallen out of her reach.

They were left forgotten on the stairs that returned to normal as soon as she was dragged away, as if nothing strange had ever happened.

In the darkness, she was still fighting and clawing against the thing gripping her, a pair of yellow glowing eyes the only source of light that she could see in the darkness.

She smashed the expensive camera at its face and it finally let go with a loud shriek.

Not moments after she laded on uneven ground and was knocked out as her head hit the ground, her camera falling to the side, still filming, still unbroken.

StrangePeach: <Oh god! Hera! Is she okay?!>

TheDOc: <She could have a concussion from that fall, I don't know how bad, but it sounded bad...>

WhiteMilk: <Should we call 988?>

Wolfking: <They wouldn't get there in time, where the fuck even is she?>

Usually, Heras' viewers wouldn't care where she was as she was good at what she did, and didn't get in danger very often, but now that their beloved host was out cold and unresponsive, they were beyond worried for her and wanted to help.

Mika: <We can only hope she wakes up, she's in the middle of nowhere, the nearest police station is a 3-hour drive away from there, I looked it up.>

A viewer wrote in the super chat, her message pinned by LillyOrchid.

MapZap: <We can only help her once she wakes up.>

KingKongDong: <IF>

ThatGirl: <SHUT UP ABOVE!>

LunarWhite: <Above is right, get lost you jerk ass mother####-!>

LillyOrchid: <As much truth as that is, I'm muting you KingKongAs#>

The chat was still as active as always, but it was only displayed on a forgotten screen in a long-abandoned hospital, left with a cracked screen turned up on a crumbling staircase.

Not far from it was a bloodstain from where Heras' mouth had hit the concrete wrong and left the splatter behind after busting her lip.

____

It was pitch black down there and the longer Hera stayed silent, the more worried her fans got, it was completely different from when they watched a horror movie, as they loved Hera and didn't want to see her be in danger, this wasn't fiction anymore and no one from among her long fans believed, even for a second, that this was staged, Hera would never do this!

Her fans were terrified for her and her wellbeing, praying that she would wake up.

And she did, after a good 30 minutes of silence, Hera groaned loudly and sat up, rubbing her throbbing head.

"Damn, did I get hit by a truck or what?"

She muttered, and her fans were thrilled to hear her, even if she sounded beyond done with life.

She tried to look around, but found that it was pitch black.

"If I die, I'm haunting that fu#ker so hard he'll commit suicide."

She cursed as she used her hands to feel around herself to try and find her glasses.

Her chat was thanking numerous gods Hera had likely never heard of, for her survival, and no one commented on her cursing.

"Where'd my glasses go? Fuc#!"

Curses and cusses slipped from her lips as she grabbed along the dirty and dusty ground beneath her to find something, she even nearly got nicked by glass shards, if it weren't for her gloves, she would have needed a tetanus shot once she got out.

After fumbling in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, she found her camera and nearly wept in relief.

"I found my camera, hallelujah!"

She cheered, her voice as loud as a breath of air.

She picked it up with fumbling hands and switched on the night vision, feeling around for the side camera, the unfoldable optical viewfinder it was called, she believed.

She could only look around with the camera as she was as good as blind without her glasses, having been shortsighted her entire life.

She watched as the red dot blinked, she fiddled with the settings and turned it off, the fewer signs of her existence there were, the better, if it could see her, and killed her, because of a blinking dot, then she'd die with regret.

The recording and the live stream were still going, it was just that the blinking lights were turned off.

She looked at the battery in the upper right corner, it was two out of three bars, which meant that it would last for another 6 hours, and she still had another fully charged battery for it with her, good.

She looked around with her night vision camera, the bulkiness of her camera not bothering her whatsoever.

Everything was tinted with a green hue and made the already spooky room look even creepier.

"That's it, I don't give a fuck what my friend wants, I'm getting out of here right now, and I'm not coming back once I do exactly that, sorry everyone, I want to keep my life, thank you very much.

She whispered, her microphone still going even though she had a bloody split lip that stung like a Bi#ch.

LillyOrchid: <Please do that Hera!>

StrangePeach: <Exactly, get the fuc# outta that hellhole and never look back!>

Even though she couldn't see it, the chat cheered her on wholeheartedly, more than onboard with the idea of getting the fuc+ out of there as soon as humanly possible.

She panned her camera around, looking around herself now that she could, although she could only do so with the help of her trusty camera now that her glasses were out of her reach.

She looked around the ground and failed to find her glasses and her phone, the memory of getting dragged away appeared in her head and she remembered them falling off in the confusion and seeing the glass crack.

"That fucke# broke my glasses!"

She said indignantly at the loss of her expensive glasses.

She nearly shrieked again as she saw something black in the corner.

"Please tell me that's not alive, pleaassee tell me that's dead!"

She prayed silently as she picked up a rusty iron rod from the ground and used it to nudge the thing in the corner, it simply fell to the side and she couldn't be gladder of the death of a creature, especially considering it was the monster that dragged her away.

It looked like it was melting away.

"Did it die because of the fall?"

She asked herself, not knowing the answer to her question.

"Or did my camera kill it? I hit pretty hard..."

She trailed off, shrugging as she cared not how it died.

"I know I should feel guilty or something, but I'm more than fine with it being as dead as a doornail, how bout you?"

She asked her viewers, as she knew they were still watching, she had fallen asleep on an expedition once and her view count hadn't decreased whatsoever when she awoke hours later, her viewers were beyond loyal like that.