So a little over a year ago I stumbled upon this man named Nikocado Avocado, not really an interesting fellow, seemed to me like he would just bitch about generic shit and cause drama because it was the only way for him to stay relevant, sort of like the drama celebrities are, and a coat of hatred for him settled in my mind, it wasn’t the blind rage like “I WILL FUCKING KILL HIM HE IS A MENACE!”, it was more of a “dude, this guys sucks” kind of feeling but still I was cool and detached from the world of Nikocado Avocado. Those were the only days where I felt safe.

A few months pass and I watched a video on this guy, I’m not a picky watcher and watch basically anything while I eat to keep some sort of entertainment going so I clicked on a particular video of about 4 hours of runtime documenting the journey of Nikocado Avocado, I still regret clicking that video to this day.

I watch a video and a familiar face starts playing a piano, it is Nikocado Avocado. “For real?”, I thought to myself, “He…looks decent? Where’s the whining for views? The excessive crying? The out of control obesity?” He actually looked good and was playing a violin, and he was even good at it. The next 4 hours I proceeded to glue my eyes to the screen, my food, finished and the only thing I could do is process the information that this man had fallen into darkness.

When left the video, my impression of Nikocado Avocado had completely changed, I wasn’t annoyed at him, I was… scared of him. The man who had rejected sanity and had dove into the dark side, was this really fear? or appreciation? How can a man willingly choose to go insane and ruin his career, his reputation for clout? Is clout that addicting?

Months pass and this feeling never went away, I looked at his memes but instead of laughing I could not help but shake from pure primal fear, it was like I started to feel the Adrenaline Rush that maybe my ancestors have felt when they were fighting a saber toothed tiger.

And soon enough I tried to investigate this man’s case, I dug deeper, saw what he was doing, it’s like I was fascinated by a car crash, the curiosity consumed me and I felt the souls of every curious cat to my bones, curiousity may have killed cats but…not me no, I’m stronger than that, I will persevere.

I was wrong.

He consumed me like he consumes over 5000 calories every video, nothing was off limits for this man and his hunger, everything is a mukbang for him, he didn’t go insane, he just evolved into something which is not even comprehensible and before I could realise it I had already become a chicken nugget on his table. The chicken nugget which was all so powerless, the chicken nugget that was upto the mercy of Mr. Nikocado Avocado, It was his highness’ decision to either eat it or completely destroy it.

His face gives me chills to this day, I started off just hating him but it has become more than that, the sheer aura coming from that man is more than enough to make me stop on my tracks and pray to god for his forgiveness.

Everytime I look at his face, whether he’s throwing a tantrum or merely crying like a baby, it is horrifying, everything he does feels calculated, he stares deep into my soul as if he was saying “I’m still watching you.”, waiting for me to make a move.

I sleep just fine nowadays, I wake up early and get on with the day but sometimes… just sometimes, that feeling returns and I have no choice but to bow down and expect the worse…but the truly horrifying thing is that the worse never comes. It’s like I’m in an endless cycle of insanity where he can attack me any time but he choses not to and that is the most terrifying thing of them all, that my life is completely in the palm of his hands…