The Internet Troll

It was Sunday night and I was browsing the internet mindlessly for whatever came up. Bored and about ready to go to bed, I came upon a page on twitch of a strikingly handsome guy setting up for a live stream. He seemed to be gaming in some large basement, complete with workout equipment and a chair. If he hadn’t slipped on some gaming headphones, I would have thought he was going to start a fitness rant. I couldn’t help it, I continued to watch. I wish I hadn’t.

The guy started with a simple screen name introduction, like any other streamer. “My name is Owen and I’m gonna own this game!” He said in a smooth deep sarcastic voice. He was a total bro, cocky and full of energy with a clear chip on his shoulder. He smirked and flexed his pecs and he told everyone that he was going to dominate whatever game the viewers suggested. He quickly started playing some shooting game I wasn’t familiar with. He was so hot. I watched him twitch and clench his jaw as he concentrated on the game offering a little insight on what he was doing and how good he would be.

It’s weird, because his account seemed new, and this was like his third time streaming and he seemed to already have over 2,000 viewers! This is about when my opinion of him changed. He started to curse as he missed a shot. The language was vile, but people seemed to love it and laughed. He rolled his thick shoulders and continued playing, his jaw flexing like a fish gill moving under water. He continued to play, however, he also started responding to those who were messaging him on his feed. One guy he called a fucking idiot and told him that he didn’t know what he was talking about. The guy was so angry.

Then I noticed that he started paying more attention to what people were saying on the chat, rather than the game he was playing. One person told him to take off his shirt. He smirked and nodded. “Why, so I can show all your average people what a real man is supposed to look like?” Everyone started to howl at his insult. Some laughed and some bitched. The guy just laughed obnoxiously as he pounded the button on his controller trying to beat a boss. That's when a few more people asked for him to take it off. Some tried to make fun of him or lecture him about body positivity, but the man didn’t care. He just smirked as he continued to play. “You want to see this body eh?” He asked, still playing the game.

He saw the comments about how he was so full of himself, and the one about body positivity. He frowned and paused the game. “Oh what do we have here? Some babies crying about how I hurt their feelings because I know i’m hot?” He said as a vicious smirk spread across his handsome features. He clenched his jaw and rolled his shoulders waiting for their response on his feed. “I’m certain of myself because I have a mirror you twat. Just like I’m certain you are an ugly little meatsac!” He said in almost a growl before breaking out in a deep laugh. “You all want to see it, I’ll give it to you!” He said with a wide smile before slowly taking off his shirt.

His abs flexed and rippled as he moved his body. The thin shirt seemed surprisingly tight on his smooth sexy muscular form. He grunted with a low moan before the shirt slipped up and over his head. He panted, his abs pushed out and wrinkled as he breathed, before he sucked it in, forcing the muscles to suck in so his body looked tight and defined. He ran his hands down his chest and abs with a smirk before adjusting his headphones and getting back to the game. “And that my friends is perfection. Take it in! You’ll never look like this, let me tell you!” He said smugly as he continued to shoot bad guys in the face.

As he played, people threw hearts at the guy in chat. His number rose as he flexed and winked between kill shots. I watched closely as his body flexed and the muscles shifted under his skin. He kinda looked a little worn out actually. Still hot, don’t get me wrong, but there were more blemishes on his skin than someone who claims to be perfect!

He continued to play, throwing insults at random people on chat. I guess this was what he was known for. As time went on, he made fun of everything taboo you could think of. Everything from race, religion, creed, ethnicity, sexuality, and political beliefs. Everything seemed to make the mob grow as he delighted in enraging the masses. Between petty and horrible insults, his muscles seemed to tighten and grow in size. He was a tremendous physical specimen for sure, too bad he was a complete asshole. His numbers grew then dropped as he threw out insults. It kinda evened out at around 3,000 watchers throughout the night.

He suddenly yelled “SHIT” so loud the speakers almost blew. The octave of his voice dropped so low, I actually thought it was someone else in the room! If it wasn’t for his face being pulled back into a snarl, wrinkles forming around his eyes and armpits as he flexed his muscles, further increasing his size on screen, I would not have thought otherwise!

He breathed hard for a moment, clenching his jaw so hard, I thought the muscles on his face would burst out of his ears! He rolled his shoulders and smiled wickedly at the screen. “You’re all fools! Why do you sit there in your little tiny screens, in your little tiny homes, admiring people you will never be!” He said with such venom and ferocity I thought he was going to hit the camera. His face darkened as he continued his tirade, his lips tightening into a smirk as he started to see the responses from his watchers. This guy was getting off to the hate!

He started to pace around the screen, laughing and making fun of people randomly. His muscles flexed and his fists were clenched. He was saying such horrible things, it made total sense why this was a new account. He was a total troll and was likely kicked or blocked from previous accounts. His good looks wrack up the views while he got off on being awful. He looked directly into his cam and laughed viciously at people trying to point out that what he was saying was wrong before continuing, pacing like a rabid animal.

This is when things started to get weird. He was looking as if he would be sick. More blemishes were forming on his naked torso, wrinkles formed, his muscles bulged, his eyes looked more sunken, all while he continued to yell and laugh like a lunatic at all the hate. Finally it looked as if he had enough.

“Alright losers, it’s time for me to end this livestream. I just want you to know that your boi thinks all you haters out there give humanity a bad name. Later assholes!” He said before turning off the chat and throwing his headphones on the table in front of him. That’s what was strange, he turned off the chatroom sure, but he forgot to exit! I didn’t see any complaints or “fuck you dude’s” pop up on the feed anymore, it was all clear, however, the camera was not.

He frowned and looked around, walking in and out of camera view without even noticing. He was still laughing and applauding what he did, but it seemed to be more to himself, not his supposed followers. He forgot to turn off his cam! Now . . . things were interesting. I looked down and saw that most of the numbers dropped off. It went from a few thousand to maybe a hundred people. Clearly those who were still on were either idle or . . . just as curious as I was. I smirked thinking about how stupid this dude was. After all that name calling, theidiot didn’t even know how to properly turn off a cam.

He definitely changed now that the camera was thought to be off. Instead of the smooth cocky movements you saw from this Bro-like man, he now seemed more rigid and uncomfortable. He looked more like he was in pain than before. He still walked around quickly, but he kept letting out these grunts and growls while mumbling to himself. Another big thing that changed was his voice. It dropped shockingly low. Almost as if another voice came out of his mouth now.

Owen came back into view of the camera, looking at what I thought was a mirror. He stood there just admiring himself, turning his body as he flexed and shifted his muscles. “Uuuuugggggh I hate humans. Those fucking idiot meat sacs!” He said in that low grumble as his muscles seemed to grow even more in size. He was breathing hard now. He rolled his neck and shoulders as a loud cracking noise emanated from his body. “FOOLS!” He finished.

That’s when he let out a growl and ripped away his pants in one quick motion, revealing thick toned muscular thighs and a giant thick cock hanging almost down to his knees. He groaned and shifted his stance as he stood there fully nude now. He ran his hands over his abs, pushing the fingertips against the skin so hard, the skin moved awkwardly over his muscles underneath. It stretched and folded over his fingertips. He rolled his eyes back and smiled as he did this. “Ugh this fucking suit is so uncomfortable!” He mumbled in a low gravelly voice that did not match how he looked.

He grunted and began to push and pull at his face, stretching his features. It was so alien looking it was shocking at first, but it was something I just couldn’t look away from. It was almost as if he were adjusting or messing with a human mask or something. He pulled at his features so much, I swear I could see bits of gray skin underneath! He let go of his face and the skin over his abs with a snap before letting out a low belting laugh. “It’s bad enough I have to perform for the bastards, but look like them too?!” He said with a deep evil frown.

That's when he reached up slowly to the back of his head with one massive muscular arm. His muscles shifted as the skin seemed to tighten around his upper torso. There was another cracking noise, causing him to let out a soft groan of pain. “UuuUUUGGGHhhhh, damMIT!” He said as he continued to probe the back of his head. Wrinkles formed around his neck and arms as he did this. His cock seemed stiffened as he continued to do whatever he was doing.

Finally as his eyes rolled back into focus on the mirror before him, right in line with the camera, as he relaxed his pained expression for one showing calm smugness. “Later dude” He said in his original Owen voice, the voice he used for the stream, before rolling and rocking his head. He seemed to be pulling at a tuft of hair in his scalp. His neck wrinkled and his forehead creased as he did this before finally, there was a soft unzipping noise. “RRRrrZZZzzzzzzzzziiiip”

That cocky smile stretched across his wrinkled facial features again as he cocked his head and rolled his eyes back. The skin around his ears and neck loosened and creased as he slowly pulled a zipper down his upper spine, allowing the skin to split apart, revealing rough slimy gray skin underneath!

He let out a deep burp-like growl as his features became slack. He pulled his neck and scalp apart as the zipper continued to slide further down, revealing more of the inhuman thing within. His cheeks and forehead wrinkled and sagged as Owen slowly pulled his face down and away from whatever was within. There was a sucking noise as the handsome face fell down at his chest like a reverse hoodie!

I let out a scream, sitting up in bed with a look of astonishment! My body was ice cold watching this, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away! The creature let out a low belting laugh as he continued to pull the back of his suit apart, enough so that he could finally drop his still human looking arms and start to pull at his wrinkled and sagging chest skin! He grabbed two massive fists full of the flesh and pulled, still rocking his shoulders. The much larger creature began to slide out of the skinsuit slowly. It was strange seeing the massive humanoid creature’s bulk seem to squeeze out of the skin as if it were an unloosened corset!

He let out a cough as it breathed hard, it's chest and back fully exposed as it struggled to pull its large arms out of the human sleeve that was once Owens. The empty skin fell around the creature's waist, just dangling with a wide open flap in the back and around the waist of the creature. It stumbled off screen a bit as he continued to push the skin down it’s massive hulking legs with some difficulty. Finally after a few moments, the creature stood upright, at least a foot taller than Owen was, holding up the empty human suit in one hand.

The creature admired the skinsuit before draping it over it’s massive overly muscled shoulder and walking towards the cam! This was when I snapped out of the trance and checked the numbers. Now it was fewer than 50 people! Afraid that the creature would come out of the screen I stood up from bed and knelt on the floor with the laptop in front of me. I made sure my cam was off. The creature didn’t seem to notice, as it tossed the skin on the table out of sight. It was concentrating on something unknown for a moment before it glanced casually right into the camera. That’s when I knew the creature caught on.

The massive creature perked up and squared up on the camera. The lights over it’s dark gray features blinked as he navigated the webpage. Suddenly the creature let out a ferocious roar that almost blew my speakers. It shook the camera and lifted it up in the air as it came in close to the face. All I heard was a low inhuman, “God DAMMIT!!!” before the camera switched off. I stood there stunned for a moment. I shook and fell back onto the bed.

Would this creature find me? There were only around 50 online when it spotted that the camera was on, could he see who watched him? My stomach dropped at the thought. That’s when I decided to quickly log out of twitch and delete my account. I thought of all the ways he could have tracked me, but he couldn’t . . . could he? Would I someday find Owen knocking on my door? I couldn’t sleep that night, and that was definitely going to be the last time I would be logging into twitch for the rest of my life. I did however check in as a guest the following day one last time to find Owens' account . . . . it was gone. Are there more internet trolls like this out there?