You walked into your home, dropping off your car keys and apron on the hooks by the door. Your laptop sat on the dining room table, and you heard your phone beep.

NateWantsToBattle has uploaded 1 video.

You squealed, as the ebony YouTube had not uploaded for a while. You had shrugged it off, since most YouTubers needed breaks every once in a while.

Dragging the mouse and logging in to the silver laptop, you noticed this wasn't a regular thumbnail. It was of Nate, sitting at home with a noticeable frown on his face. The title read, An Announcement.

You hesitantly clicked the triangular play button, and it started to play.

"H-Hey guys, *cough* Nate here. I have a *cough* important announcement for the *cough* future of this channel. I have *cough* contracted a terminal *cough* illness by the name of Xyloft." Nate said with black bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

He was pale, a sickly pale. His beautiful ebony hair was falling off in places on his head, and it was turning silver. His shiny teeth were rotting and he had a few missing. His lips were cracked, he was dribbling blood every time he coughed and his eyes were wildly darting around the recording room.

"I am going to *cough* regret saying this, but I am *cough* in hospice as I speak or when this *cough* is uploaded. I love you *cough* all for the support *cough* I have gotten, but it's uncureable. I am *cough* sorry." Nate finished as he hung his head, starting to cough up blood violently all over the camera.

"Oh Nate. You'll be okay." You said, but you knew what would happen.

He would die.