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With a defeated look, Fan started the camera's countdown. Usually, someone else would give a "3,2,1, go!" but today he was all alone, in his bedroom instead of the usual studio. Besides, Knife and Trophy needed the studio for some, probably devious, reason and Fan was happy to oblige. It was strange, but much needed; no one but his fans needed to see this. Sure, eventually everyone in the hotel would find out like every other weird thing Fan did, but it was comforting in the moment.
Laying against the soft, pastel, pillows that lined the wall behind him, he took a quick glimpse in the camera's viewfinder to make sure his cat ears were on right. They had bows on them with bells that slightly jingled every time he moved. God fucking damn it why was he doing this. Mixed feelings were suddenly halted once he heard the final three clicks of the camera and a loud beep after, indicating the start of the video.
Snapping into a wide grin he started.
"Hi guys! Welcome to a very special episode of Fan's Fantastic Features! I would like to thank you guys so so so much for one million subscribers! It really means a lot to me that you guys watch my content and enjoy it enough to keep up with me."
He reclined just the slightest bit further into the pillows, stiff.
"Thats why uh, hah, you might notice im wearing these cat ears!" A nervous laugh let out, causing a slight jingle, he should've practiced more.
"As an established content creator, I feel like I, er, need to give back to my fans! And that means... Fanservice! Yes, I really have stooped this low! Haha, er, I made you lovely people pick what I should do for this special and the top ten comments all involved either me doing a cam show, me rubbing my feet, or me dressing up as a cat girl, how fantastic! Im sooo glad I have such wonderful viewers!"
The last bit was laced with sarcasm, ignoring the fact there was a part of Fan that was actually into this, no matter how deep and buried it was.
"So let's just start!"
Giving an awkward smile to the camera, he pulled a bottle of lotion off from the side. It was a gag gift that OJ had given him one year. If only he knew what the consequences of his actions were. Fan fumbled with his socks that had faces of the other contestants plastered on them. These were the only socks he owned. "Oh! I would also like to thank the Inanimate Insanity merch store for giving me these socks!" he slid them off and held out the socks closer to the camera, "They're really nice and comfortable and totally get you the significant other of your choosing! Really cool!" he quickly folded and punted them to the side making sure to throw them far enough so that their beady eyes wouldn't watch the sins he was about to commit.
The fan trained his eyes onto the lotion that he rubbed his palms in between, uncomfortably shifting so that his feet were in better view of the camera. A sweet vanilla, cupcake like scent drifted through the air. He was really doing this huh. He wriggled his feet, maybe someone was getting off to it, who knows. God, were his fans really that bad? Yea, definitely. Freaks attract freaks. I mean, Fan wasn't a freak like the rest of them though. It wasn't like he was /enjoying/ this right? Yea, definitely not. Totally.
Even though the past 30 seconds were spent trying to warm it, he still jolted when the touch of the lotion hit his right foot. Smoothing it out with both of his hands, he quickly relaxed into it, not looking at the camera once and instead focusing on the blob in front of him. His nervousness was soon swept away by a new, and definitely worse feeling. He moved onto the other foot and massaged away, trying to ignore the deep heat that was forming around his face.
There wasn’t even much ground to cover considering that his feet were practically just blobs, but Fan made sure to massage every little bit of his feet and made sure the camera got a good view as well. A few quiet, hopefully not picked up by the camera, gasps escaped here and there as he trailed his hand across his foot ever so lightly, teasing. Yeppers, definitely not like his sick fans who wanted him do to it in the first place uh huh.
After his hands got tired (curse that gamers thumb), he switched to a position where he faced away from the camera with his hands landing directly on the pillows while his feet were in full view.He refused to look at the camera once during the whole ordeal. No one needed to see his blushed face. Not really knowing what to do, he rubbed his feet together, secretly enjoying the sensation and grabbing at the pillows lightly. Slight jingles from the ears followed. The thought of doing it ironically for the fans was completely thrown out the window at this point.
As the fan twirled and rubbed his feet softly with one another, he could feel himself relax deeper into the pillows. Maybe there was a good reason for people asking for this. Or maybe he was a freak. He wasn’t about to argue, he was in pure euphoria at this point. The soft, sweet smell of the lotion and the sensations from his feet were all he could focus on. He hadn’t relaxed in forever between competing on the main show and hosting his own and helping OJ around the hotel every now and then. It felt nice to take a break, even if it was in front of a camera, which might as well not have even been there with the way Fan was going at it. He honestly could’ve fallen asleep like this but he had to stay awake for the fans. For the fans, all this was definitely for the fans. All those groans coming out of him were for fanservice and nothing more. God, he really shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he did...