Epel just created a Magicam account, as all of his friends, and even some upperclassman, begged him to. His only wish was that it doesn't get spammed with comments on his appearance. If a single person comments that I'm cute, I will actually kms. He thought, somewhat joking. Once he made his account, he added a profile picture. He struggled to find a good, manly, picture of himself, so he decided to scroll through pictures his friends sent him.

He wasn't big on taking selfies, unlike every other Pomefiore stuck-up; that's why his friends take pictures of him, well, that and just to be annoying. One time, Rook somehow found his grandmother's phone number and even texted her! How did Epel know this? Easy, his grandmother sent the picture Rook sent to him and - ...wait. - That's it! He thought as he went to find the picture of him riding a Blastcycle. Once he saved it, he used it for his profile. It was perfect! Not too girly-frilly, and one of the more better-looking pictures of him!

Now to post something! ...What does one even post? ...

He decided to hold off on posting for now. He decided to follow a few of his friends: Ace, Deuce, Jack, the Prefect, hoity-toity vIl ScHoEnHeIt, Jack. Should he follow Rook? I mean, why not. He thought clicking follow. When he was done, he just took a picture of some apple crates in his room, and he posted onto his private story.

"Tf do people even post about?" He posted so all of his friends, minus Vil and Rook, being allowed to see it.

Notifications: You Have 5 Followers on Magicam.

There was a knock on his door. When Epel woke up, had bots in his DM's, he sighed and blocked them. He saw his friends followed him back. At least they bothered to follow me back. Epel sighed and opened the door. "You made a Magicam account." Vil's eyes were staring into his soul.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Don't 'Uhm, yeah?' me, young man." His dorm head said sternly. "Give me your phone."

"What?" Epel did so anyways. He watched Vil go into his camera roll, cringe at his pictures, then take one his cutesier pictures and post it on Magicam. "What are you doing?!"

"If you wanted to go and get Magicam than you should have been prepared to commit yourself to it!" Vil said sternly, handing Epel his phone back. Epel kept a sigh and released it when Vil eventually left. He went and got ready for his classes, turned off his phone, and put it away.

Notifications: You Have 36 Followers on Magicam -and- 29 Other Notifications on Magicam.

When Epel went back to his dorm room he sighed and looked at his phone. To his surprise, he had so many notifications from Magicam. He checked and his picture had... TWO-HUNDRED LIKES?! N-no way. There's no way. ...He was surprised to say the least. When he opened the app he realized almost all of them were commenting about how cute he was.

It made him feel sick.