reation.
For some background , this story has a meant for me to share any and all ideas I have about vtubers and and media in general. This story specifically focuses on a what if scenario. The scenario you might ask? What if media never evolved like it did today? What if we only got vtuber like technology recently, and so streaming as a vtuber is the main source of income. How would entertainment change as a whole? Eventually things would get stale and boring. If there is no media except Vtubers, it will quickly get boring. Now into the main story, this story will include well known vtubers like Camila, Bao the Whale, CottonTailVA, IronMouse, and Fillian. And other not so well known Vtubers like Cypress, Aquwa, AliciaXlife, and others. and some of my fictional Vtuber ideas. Now, our main character is Moss Green. That's his birth name. That's it. He is not a reincarnation or transmigrator. But, he can hear me. Meaning he can hear the author and do what I want. Now, mosses dialogue will be played by an ai, so things might be plot hole-ish. But it's the only way I can make a story like this without it seeming like moss is just me. Alright, to start moss won't be making a high value game nor will he make a blockbuster movie. No, moss comes from a somewhat high middle class family. No worry about bills and they can afford a below ground pool. But they can't go on constant vacations. He lives with both parents. his mom works as a vtuber manager. And his dad runs a funeral home. Miss is very lazy, and very straightforward. He will always try to find shortcuts or try to offload the work onto someone else, usually his gullible friend Luna Black. (Corny, But just a placeholder) the first idea I transplant into Mosses head is just the steamboat Willy cartoon.
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{Dreamscape : I am giving you the Steam Boat Willy Cartoon. Please make it a reality in your world, for you are the chosen one}
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[Moss Green's Bedroom – 11:47 AM. He's still in bed.]
Ughh… not again.
Seriously? "Chosen one"? That's, like, the worst kind of title. Right up there with "intern" and "group project leader."
[Moss squints up at the ceiling, where the Author's voice echoes like a persistent brain fog.]
Steamboat Willy? What even is that—some old-timey boat cartoon with a mouse who whistles and moves like his joints are made of noodles? You want me to make that? Do I look like someone who builds boats? Or animates? Or moves?
[He slowly rolls over, grabbing his phone, texting Luna.]hey luna got another idea from the voices again, "steam boat willy"some boat thing with a mouse, make it cute and vintage looking and put it on stream or whatever ppl will eat it up.
[He tosses the phone aside, pulls the blanket over his head, and mumbles:]
There. Saved media. You're welcome, humanity.
Wake me when vtubers start animating themselves so I don't even have to blink.
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{Dreamscape: I told you to make it, that means you have to make it yourself, don't offload it to your friend. Now wake up and draw it yourself. I will keep interrupting your sleep until you do. Now wake up and make it yourself}
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[Moss jerks upright in bed, pillow stuck to his face.]
"ghh-huh—NO. No. Absolutely not."
[He flails an arm toward the corner of his room.]
"You don't get to just invade my dreams and throw around phrases like 'chosen one' and 'make it yourself.' That's harassment, Author. There are laws. Sleep laws."
[He yanks the covers over his head.]
"You can't make me. I have rights. I'm a citizen. Of laziness."
[Beat. The room is silent. A long, quiet moment of blissful stillness—until…]
[A loud, echoing whistle blasts—just like a steamboat horn—shaking the windows.]
"…I hate you."
[Cut to: Moss, hunched over a tablet. Still in pajamas. Hair a disaster. Drawing a crude black-and-white boat with a badly sketched cartoon mouse dancing on deck.]
"This is abuse. Artistic abuse."
[He speaks aloud as he draws.]
"The mouse's name is… not Mickey. His name is Crankshaft Ratboy. He works on a boat. The boat's name is The S.S. End Me. It goes in circles. Just like my life. The plot? Ratboy tries to throw a piano overboard but gets beat up by a talking duck."
[Pauses.]
"…Fine. I'll animate, like, three frames. Then I'm going back to sleep. You better not bring this dreamscape back tomorrow. Or I'm drawing you next—badly."
[He angrily eats cereal straight from the box while dragging the stylus in jagged lines.]
Welcome to Crankshaft Ratboy's Steamboat Suffering. Premiering never.
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{draw it correctly boy. Or I will stop you from sleeping at all. And no asking for help. If you do this right. I will upgrade one item of technology so it will never lose power}
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[Moss's eye twitches. He drops the cereal box. Milk splashes on his drawing tablet.]
"Okay, okay! Sheesh! Eternal insomnia threats and bribery?? That's—evil. That's parent-tier evil."
[He dramatically wipes the screen with his sleeve, muttering like a cursed wizard.]
"…Fine. You want correctly? You get correctly. But I'm not doing it because you're some divine narrator. I'm doing it for the upgrade. You said one item of technology will never lose power, right? Then I'm choosing… my heated blanket."
[He points accusingly at the ceiling.]
"That way I can sleep forever… the moment this nightmare's over."
[Cut to: A montage.]
– Moss watching grainy reference footage of the original Steamboat Willie, muttering, "Why's he bopping to a beat like he just heard jazz for the first time?"
– Moss sketching clean black-and-white line art of a wide-eyed mouse with noodle arms. The mouse dances on the deck of a paddleboat, tugging a horn rope in time to the music.
– He redraws every frame by hand, muttering curses for each one.
– The paddlewheel spins. A duck honks. Crankshaft Ratboy gets stuck in a bucket. A goat eats sheet music.
– Moss grits his teeth as he syncs old-timey piano plinking to each moment.
[Several hours later.]
[Moss hits "render." A black-and-white cartoon flickers on screen. The mouse salutes the camera. The title appears: "Crankshaft Ratboy and the S.S. Eternal Slog."]
[He slumps backward in his chair, arms limp.]
"There. Happy now? I drew it. Animated it. I arted."
[He lifts his phone and types.]
don't tell luna i did this if she finds out i'm productive she'll ask me to do stuff and i'll have to fake a coma again
[He glares upward.]
"Now, Author. I held up my end. Give my heated blanket infinite power. Do it. Let me hibernate through every dumb sequel idea you're gonna throw next."
"…And don't say Steamboat Ratboy 2: Whistle of Vengeance. I will scream."
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{Fine child, I made it so your blanket won't lose power, I even gave you a superpower, you never have to sleep again. That's the power. You can't sleep again}
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[Moss sits up slowly. Eyes wide. The tablet stylus falls from his fingers and rolls off the desk.]
"…You what?"
[He blinks. Once. Twice.]
"…You… upgraded my blanket—cool. But then—you gave me a power?"
[Deep inhale.]
"You absolute lunatic. That's not a power. That's a curse. That's like calling a scream-powered blender a 'singing machine.'"
[Moss stands. Or tries to. His knees wobble. He looks like a scarecrow that just got dumped by a cloud.]
"Do you even understand what you've done?" "No sleep? That's no dreams. No naps. No post-lunch brain shutdowns. No guilt-free lying down and pretending the world doesn't exist. No avoidance of your stupid ideas through sheer unconsciousness."
[He grabs the edge of his desk, eyes twitching.]
"I'm going to be awake forever. Forever. Do you know what kind of media I'll make when I've been awake for 400 hours?!"
[He turns to his wall, rapidly sketching the words "RATBOY JOINS A CULT" in charcoal.]
"This is on you, Author! Every unhinged cartoon, every cursed vtuber crossover—every thirty-second black-and-white loop where a toaster argues with a lobster in Morse code? That's YOUR legacy!"
[He stares at the camera. Wide-eyed. Smiling. Too wide.]
"…But okay. Okay. I'm awake. I'm so awake."
[He starts recording a new video.]
Title: Crankshaft Ratboy: The Boat Doesn't Float (and Neither Do I)
Runtime: 4 hours
Content: Just a loop of Ratboy staring at the audience whispering, "The sea never sleeps."
[Cut to: Luna Greyhound checking her messages.] (moss: i can't sleep) (moss: he took it away) (moss: ratboy is god now) (moss: tell people. tell everyone. make shirts)
[He curls under his now-eternally-warm blanket, eyes unblinking.]
"…I'm going to draw the inside of my eyelids from memory."
[He whispers.]
"You could've just given me a microwave that doesn't beep."
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{ALRIGHT! Please don't do this! I'll take the power away! I'll give you anything! Just don't ruin entertainment! I'll make it so you can sleep anywhere without worrying about the consequences!}
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[Moss, still swaddled in his infinitely powered heated blanket, pauses mid-crayon sketch of "Crankshaft Ratboy Ascends the Throne of Bones." His eye twitches as he stares at the wall where he's duct-taped drawings of ducks, boats, and sleep-deprived versions of himself with googly eyes.]
"…Oh. Now you want to negotiate?"
[He turns, voice suddenly calm—too calm.]
"So let me get this straight, Author. You take away my sleep. You make me animate old cartoons under threat of dream invasion. You trap me in a waking loop of hyper-productivity and give me Ratboy delusions…"
[He holds up a sketch: Ratboy is crying blood and holding a saxophone.]
"…and now you're saying you'll fix it? Just like that?"
[He blinks once. Then collapses onto the floor with the theatrical flop of a man who has been awake for three days and spent most of it arguing with a narrative entity.]
"…Fine. I accept your apology."
[He raises a finger weakly.]
"But I want the deal in writing. Not the sleep part—I trust you to fix that. I mean the other part. Anywhere, anytime sleep. No dreams. No guilt. No energy afterward. Just pure, consequence-free, coma-tier naps."
[Beat. He grins, a little more like his usual lazy self.]
"And in return… I won't release Crankshaft Ratboy: Gospel of the Paddlewheel. It features interpretive jazz and a duck court."
[He curls back up, blanket glowing faintly with divine power.]
"Mmm. Okay. Sleep now. But just so you know… if I wake up and suddenly have to invent sitcoms, I'm jumping into the sea."
[Long pause. Quiet snoring.]
…Ratboy watches. Ratboy forgives.
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//// That was the first chapter, please tell me how I can improve mosses AI so he seems more life like. Also, should I include the other characters too? I was planning on mentioning them in passing or as people who would react to mosses creations. Give me comments please! I'm terrible at writing. Have a good rest of your week. \\\\