The camera switched back on, the lens opening to reveal a skeletal half-built tower silhouetted against the evening sky. Steel beams jutted out like broken ribs, plastic sheets fluttering in the wind, and graffiti sprawled across abandoned scaffolding.
"Alright, chat," Ethan muttered, adjusting his focus. "Tonight's dungeon is… civil engineering."
> [Stream Chat]
🟢 Moonfang: "haunted construction site?? peak creepypasta vibes."
🟢 BrickEater: "Bet it's full of those long-armed crawlies. Hate those."
🟢 SimpyMage: "Camera guy's voice is sexier than the witch at this point ngl."
Seraphina stepped into frame, her boots crunching over gravel. "This place has been half-finished for five years. Every construction crew that tried to continue work here… vanished. The city finally gave up. Naturally, I didn't."
Her smirk was sharp, but her eyes glowed faintly violet as she scanned the shadows. Ethan noticed how the rebar bent at strange angles, like something had melted the steel and twisted it into claws.
"Feels like something's watching already," Ethan muttered.
"Good," Seraphina replied. "Let it watch. I want it to know we're here."
The chat blew up with emojis, half hyped, half horrified.
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They moved deeper into the tower, the camera capturing rows of unfinished rooms: half-poured concrete, exposed wiring, puddles of stagnant rainwater that reflected their silhouettes like warped mirrors. Every sound was amplified—the creak of a loose beam, the soft drip-drip of water, the crunch of their footsteps.
Ethan paused at a stairwell where rebar protruded like spears. He angled the camera downward.
"Looks like the lower floors are flooded," he whispered. "You sure about going in?"
Seraphina only grinned. "Wouldn't miss it."
As they descended, the live chat turned restless.
> [Stream Chat]
🟢 Hexxie: "yooo the water moved, did y'all see?? rewind 3 sec!!"
🟢 DarkCoffee: "stop stop STOP THERE'S A FACE IN THE WATER I SWEAR."
🟢 GoblinSlayer96: "oh hell nah, nope nope nope. cameraman better survive again."
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At the bottom, the flooded floor stretched into blackness. The water rippled even though neither of them had stepped in. Ethan steadied the lens as faint whispers bled through the air, words too garbled to understand.
"Classic haunting setup," Ethan muttered. "Dark water, weird noises, invisible hands—"
Before he finished, something burst out of the water with a violent splash. A skeletal figure wrapped in soaked rags lurched forward, its jaw distending with a shriek. Another followed. And another. The flood was full of them.
The camera shook once as Ethan sidestepped a claw swipe, but his hands were steady as steel again a second later. "Ladies and gentlemen," he deadpanned, "safety inspection failed."
Seraphina raised her hands, runes igniting around her wrists. "Perfect. Let's put on a show."
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The battle lit up the flooded hall. Sparks of violet fire hissed against the water as Seraphina blasted the first undead apart, steam rising in choking clouds. Another creature lunged, its arm stretching like melted tar, but Ethan ducked smoothly, lens still locked on the action.
The viewers screamed in the comments, half in terror, half in awe, as Ethan kept filming through chaos. Seraphina's spells turned corpses into glowing ash, but for every one that fell, two more clawed their way from the water.
And still Ethan filmed, stepping over a fallen beam with impossible timing, narrowly avoiding a grasping claw. Not even a splash landed on the camera lens.
> [Stream Chat]
🟢 Moonfang: "bro is literally in the splash zone AND DRY?? HOW"
🟢 Hexxie: "no no no he's not human. cameraman = cryptid."
🟢 SimpyMage: "give him a gun ffs he's already a protagonist."
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When the last corpse finally dissolved into smoke, Seraphina flicked her hair back, breathing only a little heavier. The water was calm again, though shadows still stirred beneath the surface.
"That was just the welcoming committee," she said. Her voice was sharp, but her grin was wide. "The real monster's still hiding deeper inside."
Ethan panned the camera across the eerie calm, then back to her. "Of course it is. Because why would anything ever be simple."
The chat spammed skull emojis and donation alerts, riding the high of the fight. Ethan's lens caught one last ripple in the water—something huge moving below—before the stream cut to black.