Untouched Pixel
A One-Shot story
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[PART 1: The Hidden Star]
In the quiet chaos of the internet, buried beneath streams of dancing cats and trending chaos, lived a shadow—unseen, untouched, yet adored by millions. That shadow was Shyam.
With 750 million subscribers, he was the ghost king of YouTube. Music videos. Edits. Motion art. Short films. He had mastered it all. But there was a secret only the platform engineers and he knew: a feature developed solely for him, one that allowed him to cloak his real stats.
To the world, he was just another small creator—"PixelSkull", a channel with 692 subscribers and view counts that barely scratched three digits. He liked it that way. Fame suffocated. But creation? Creation set him free.
And then, one night while sipping cheap coffee in the blue glow of his editing setup, he stumbled upon her.
Raitha.
A VTuber with awkward thumbnails, mismatched audio, and the kind of charm you couldn't fake even if you tried. She sang softly, hesitantly—like every note was a risk. But something in her digital eyes pulled Shyam in.
She called herself "Raiko", wore a pixelated fox mask, and streamed with barely ten people watching.
Yet, every time she sang… he forgot to blink.
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[PART 2: Ghost and Flame]
Shyam watched every stream. Every upload. Every messy attempt at MVs. And then came her tweet:
> "Looking for a video editor! Can't pay, but I can shout you out if we grow together!"
His heart thumped like a cheap lo-fi beat.
He messaged:
> "Hey, I'd love to help. Free of charge. Just love your voice."
– PixelSkull
She replied two minutes later:
> "Omg! Thank you!! I just want to make music that people feel. Let's do it!"
And so began the golden streak.
Shyam made magic. Her voice, her lyrics—he turned them into art. Her subscriber count climbed like fire on dry grass. 10k. 100k. A million.
He never bragged. Never hinted who he was. He just created—letting her stand in the spotlight while he became the frame that held her up.
Their chats became longer. Stream sessions turned into late-night Discord calls. They joked, laughed, shared song ideas. He never confessed, but damn, the way his heart raced said everything his mouth never did.
And she…
She never asked who he really was. She never even watched his own videos.
To her, he was just another fanboy with After Effects.
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[PART 3: The Betrayal Broadcast]
It happened one rainy Tuesday.
They had just released their most popular MV yet—"Lost Frequencies"—it hit 47 million views in two days. Raitha's sub count crossed 100 million. She posted a thank-you video.
Shyam waited in chat, excited, dumbly hopeful she'd mention him.
Instead, she smiled and said:
> "To celebrate, I've hired a real editor now. A professional team. Thank you to everyone who helped me get here—especially those from the start. But it's time to go big."
She never said his name.
No mention. No thank you. Just a wave and a fade to black.
He messaged her.
> "Wait… what does that mean for us?"
She replied ten minutes later:
> "I'm really grateful but… you knew this would happen, right? I need someone serious now. We're on a different level."
Different level.
As if he wasn't the damn elevator.
She removed him from the project folder the next day.
Just like that… he was gone from her world.
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[PART 4: The Mask Drops]
Two weeks later, Shyam flipped the switch.
He turned off the cloak.
The entire world saw it—750M+ subscribers. 94 billion views.
PixelSkull wasn't a random ghost. He was the ghost.
Twitter melted. Reddit caught fire. YouTube rewired its algorithm to push every video he ever made.
And then came the announcement.
> "This Saturday: PixelSkull's first public face reveal.
Venue: The Crown Theater.
Guests: Invite-only. Streamed globally. Special guests include rising VTubers and top creators. Raiko included."
The internet lost its mind.
Raitha got her invite via email. She thought it was spam. Then she saw the verified badge. Then she saw his name. And then… she remembered the voice on all those late-night calls.
He hadn't just been a helper. He'd been a ghost carrying her dreams on his back.
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[PART 5: The Reveal]
The theater was packed. Virtual attendees in the millions. Raitha sat in the second row, mask on, heart off-beat.
The lights dimmed.
A countdown.
10.
11.
8…
She bit her lip.
3.
4.
5.
Spotlight.
And there he was.
No mask. No sunglasses. Just a boy with tired eyes, a small smile, and the kind of presence that needed no introduction.
He stepped up to the mic.
> "I started this channel to hide from the world. But I realized something…"
"Even when you're invisible, you can still be betrayed."
A pause.
The crowd was dead silent.
> "I once edited for a singer I believed in. She taught me that even digital love can hurt."
Another pause.
Raitha's hands trembled.
> "This isn't revenge. This is closure."
He looked directly at her.
> "Thank you, Raiko… for teaching me the cost of silence."
The lights dimmed.
He turned around.
And walked off stage.
The stream cut out.
Silence. Screens across the world froze on his last frame—him smiling. But not at the crowd. Not at the fame. At peace.
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Epilogue
Raitha didn't speak for weeks. She deleted tweets. Paused streams. Stared at unfinished lyrics and empty folders.
One day, she opened their first MV project again.
There, hidden in frame 00:00:03, was a tiny, flickering line of text:
> "Even if I'm just a pixel…
I wanted to be touched.
– Shyam"
She broke.
But the world had already moved on.
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End of "Untouched Pixel"
Pixels series / the hit of romances
Writer [ noobsuper2648 ]
Editors [ chatGPT & raitha ]
Review [ the_leafs ]
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New series - pixels. In the hit of romances.
Info//-
Every new volumes in the hit of romances from the series " echoes of station " will be a series.
They will contain a sad or happy love story with the same genra. But with different stories, endings, and possibly characters. Though most of which will be " shyam & raitha "
Thank you!