Faith Without a Face
VTubers who take the Red Pill have no face. Even if they promise something to their viewers, there's no way to prove it. In the end, everything boils down to the bond and trust between the VTuber and their audience. How do you know if a female VTuber is really a woman? You just believe it. She claims she's pretty—but who knows what her face actually looks like? You leave it to your imagination and immerse yourself. How do you know if she has a boyfriend? You assume she doesn't and start simmering your broth. Every action from the viewers stems from trust in the VTuber.
"It's not gross… really not gross… hehe… really not gross. Really… Ah. Ah. Wait a sec. Ah, seriously. Ah. Ha. Yes. Really not gross."
Sena squeezes her eyes shut and picks up the spoon. Having to mix her usual milk cereal with water? Unbelievable. A string of regrets. Omakase? Michelin? France? What king crab? Fancy food? Sena vows never to trust her viewers again. Of course, she's grateful for the donation money they sent, but she'll never do another roulette.
"Really… for real. Not gross…"
Sena slowly stirs the spoon. The viewers have to judge if she's eating just from the clinking sounds. Whether she added milk, water, or cola—only Sena knows. If she keeps her mouth shut, there's no way to tell. That's why viewers trust the VTuber and go along with donation roulettes.
At first, there's a crunchy sound, then it turns into wet smacking. Himaru watches the scene with a smirk.
"Agh. Urghhh. Sluuuurp."
Himaru took a break from streaming because she's sick. Watching streams while sick? She uses an alt account to watch Sena's stream without making pain noises. Himaru regrets not joining the roulette. If she'd come earlier, she would have. She even wanted to recommend some freak foods she'd tried herself. Still, cereal with water makes her sigh in relief.
"Urk…"
Every time Sena's chewing sounds hit, Himaru winces. She's tried it before. A taste she never wants again. Himaru stares at the screen, focusing on the spoon clinks. Smack smack. Chewing noises. Then a sigh, followed by stomach-gurgling sounds. A brief silence, then a sniffle.
"Is it… done? Euhuhu."
Himaru giggles. It hurts like needles stabbing her stomach every time she laughs, but she can't hold it back. Is she crying? Squeezing out the juice? Himaru's hyped.
Hmm… Spoon clinks, then water dripping. Sena smacks again, eating more cereal.
Hmm… it's okay? Edible. Her voice sounds like it's tolerable? Himaru wanted Sena bawling, "I can't eat this!" and begging to scrape it off her plate. This reaction's a bit disappointing. Just cry already.
"It's… so-so… yeah. Just not gross? It's okay?"
"Wha… what's acting? No. I really ate it!"
"No, it's water. Water."
Himaru giggles again at Sena's indignant voice. This is real. Pure, genuine tone.
"For real. I really ate it. Cereal mixed with water."
"No, proof…? Uh…"
"I-I really ate it. No, I did eat it. Guys. You didn't doubt that pizza at all. Why doubt this now?"
"No, feel the sincerity here too. I really ate it!"
"What? No. You're joking again, right? I'm not falling for it. Everyone be honest."
Sena's pitch rises gradually. Himaru just watches, amused. Yeah, seeing the mask crack is fun too.
"Euhuhuhu."
A little more prodding and the mask might shatter. Himaru drags her sick body up—she has to see Sena snap properly, even if sleepy.
The viewers keep at it, so Sena sniffles, wronged.
"No, it's edible so it's fake? That's too much! I really ate it. I'm real!"
To Himaru, it's escalating into a battle of wills. Who'll win? She watches eagerly.
"How can I make you believe? Huh? I swear it's true? I'm getting wronged."
"Proof? Okay. I'll do it. If I'm right, no more hating from now on."
After an hour of debate, they settle it with a 30-second video of her eating. Sena's telling the truth, but Himaru's shocked by something else. A VTuber doing real-life proof? That means she's confident in her looks or size—whatever it is. If not, you'd hide it, right? Sure, VTuber fans have low Red Pill thresholds. As long as she looks human-ish, broth simmers. Pretty? Chaos. Big? Insane. Instant broth production. Himaru's 100% sure the video will mass-produce it.
The video's simple. Sena in a black t-shirt and pajama pants, even a mask covering her face from somewhere. She mixes water into cereal, scoops a spoonful, shoves it in. Smack smack. Face not shown, obviously—but some things can't be hidden. Himaru touches her own chest while watching, gauging the size by stretching her hand forward.
"Whoa. Melons… balloons. Damn. Fucking huge."
No matter how she thinks, the cleavage is deep. A curve Himaru's chest could never make. Mind-blowing.
"Shit. VTuber standards are high these days."
Himaru flops back onto the bed weakly. Right away—
Sena shrugs proudly. She thinks rewarding honesty and trust with viewers paid off.
"Me? No boyfriend! Ah!! I learned from my mentor!! Oath. What was it—celibacy vow!! I just used my ultimate!! Thump thump."
Himaru clamps her mouth, laughing. The naughty kids soaked right up after the video. Worlds apart from the chat 30 minutes ago.
"No boyfriend now, never had one… won't have one! Oath!!"
"Wha!!!! Huh?! "
Sena freezes, eyes and mouth wide open. Her first huge donation—she's at a loss.
"Uh, uh. So. Uh, uh. Thank you! Really thank you! Uh. Yes. Thank you!"
Sena thinks: Yes. Keeping trust brings blessings! They believe in me. Gotta be honest! She loves her trusting viewers. The viewers love Sena for... other reasons.
What did I do yesterday? Mixed cereal with water and streamed. Nothing special. But why? Viewers suddenly exploded. Not even started yet, and already 250… Scary with them piling in. Did I mess up? Worry hits first.
Sudden event out of nowhere. I didn't do anything wrong. Yeah. Nothing wrong. I muster courage and turn on the mic.
"Hey everyone~ Welcome~"
"Missed you too!"
I read and react to chat.
Chat floods in suddenly. The firepower shocks me—way more than usual. This isn't my normal room; I'm flustered. Why? No idea, but they're here, so thanks.
"Today it's Minecraft."
But gotta do what I gotta. Tomorrow's the last day, so for housewarming missions, gotta grind steady from today. Sorry, hate MC? Leave.
MC fans spam positives, haters go silent.
"Alright… MC time."
"Low chat… tonight… MC first."
I tab into MC right away. Lunchtime, server's empty. Looking around, something weird: rails in the sky.
"What's that?"
"Today’s the last day?"
What? It's a 15-day server—tomorrow's end, right?
"No way."
Flustered. All my plans ruined.
"…So when's server end?"
Ah, tomorrow morning 3AM. Yeah, my bad. Peaceful village ending. Bittersweet. I worked hard. I drive my built road to my cabin. Inside, tons of chests. Knowing it'll vanish feels refreshing yet sad. Fun MC server gone. Grew a ton thanks to it. Won't forget. I'll forget tomorrow but… today I remember… What server was it again?