Camera Man Skibidi Novels & Stories

“Set it up. You don’t want to miss a thing.” I did as told, moving to the corner and unpacking the tripod. My hands shook as I fixed the camera into place. Through the lens, Marina looked like a dream and a nightmare at once. She had leaned back against Kellan’s chest, his hands cupping her breasts through the blouse, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Tobias knelt in front of her, tugging her skirt up and pressing his face between her thighs. Her moan cut through the bass of the music. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t need to. She knew I was there, filming, capturing every sound, every touch, every betrayal.

~Skai I inserted the mini camera into my laptop. The screen went blank for a while – loading. It displayed different media, and I clicked on a recent one. The screen flickered to life, displaying black-and-white footage of Giovanni and Tillard. I adjusted my chair, my eyes glued to the screen like magnets locked in embrace. Rubbing my orbs didn't help much; I could already see clearly. Giovanni sat on his usual sofa, one of his legs on the table, a cigarette lying between his fingers. Tillard sat across from him, holding a glass of wine.

The cameraman shrieked as his equipment was shot out of his hands. Debra gripped Juan's sleeve tightly. "Someone's lying in wait." "The production team?" "Look, those are real bullets."

] [Rewards Received: 'Upgrade Camera (Impact-Resistant & Anti-Cringe)' & 'Digital Indomie Recipe'! "Upgrade Camera!" Bima exclaimed, thrilled. Near the console, he saw a small box containing a sophisticated, rugged camera with 'ANTI-CRINGE MODE' displayed on its screen. "Got it, Vlogger!" Bima shouted toward the ZF-BOSS. The ZF-BOSS, which had been attacking the Tech-Zombie Alpha, now saw it paralyzed, and its eyes lit up at the sight of the new camera. Mmmph… new… camera…!

Isabella looks straight at the camera. For a second, Alan’s heart skips a beat. Did she notice anything? Did the camera lense blink or glow? Before setting this up, Alan made sure that the highly advanced iPad cameras don’t reveal if they’re active, but maybe there’s something he missed… Fortunately, she doesn’t show any sign of being wary. She silently glances at the camera for a few more seconds until Archibald starts to finger her open, making her drop her head and Alan sigh in relief.

She was walking behind me, clutching her tablet like a shield, her eyes darting frantically at the walls. “Are you sure?” Kai asked, his voice low, a rough scrape against the silence. “I… I think so,” Mira stammered. “The cameras… I asked them to look the other way. I think they listened. Is it normal for security cameras to feel… lonely? Because I swear to God, Camera 4B just projected a feeling of deep loneliness into my brain.” Despite the terror clawing at my throat, a hysterical bubble of laughter rose in my chest.

Gifts from a jerk like that should be torched! [Hey, that's all money! Why not send it to me instead?] I kept snipping away and flashed a smile at the camera. "Money? To me, these things might as well be burial wraps." Right when I was really getting into the cutting, the door was kicked open with a bang. Ethan stormed in, emanating a cold aura. He saw the mess everywhere, and his expression turned super dark. "Nina! What are you going crazy over now?" I stopped and looked at him, scissors in hand.

Then… Nothing. ⸻ “Restore every camera.” Nico ordered. Technicians immediately obeyed. Within seconds… More than four hundred cameras came back online. The gardens. The ballroom. The underground tunnels. The helipad. The chapel road. Everything appeared normal. Except… Camera 117. The ICU corridor. ⸻ One technician frowned. “Sir…” “What is it?” “The camera is working…” “But…” He slowly zoomed in. “…there’s someone standing outside the Boss’s room.”

I'm only rolling the cameras for my personal pleasure. Skye breathes in relief and stands up from the chair she has been perched on for the past one hour. That must have been hard. I want to run to her and give her a massage till all the knots are out of her body. “Let me see what you have.” Fred says. I hold my camera and slide the pictures, my heart rate speeding up when Skye leans closer to me to see the pictures clearly. Her scent invades my head and it takes huge control to hear the murmurs of compliments Fred is waving my way.

“OK, there. Now, arch. Little more. Little more. Yes, right there. Bulge gone.” Sidney let a subtle, relieved breath escape her lips before going rigid in the awkward position. The blood tightened as it dried on her skin. The unforgiving curve of the tub pressed into her hips, her knees, her elbows. She craned her neck until a light burn stretched along her tendons. Then she stopped breathing as the camera’s shutter snapped furiously. “I think we got that one,” Brady said, dismounting the bathtub platform. “It’s some creepy shit for sure.”