Creepypasta - Mi Mejor Amigo Era Un Lolcow

How long is your oldest friendship? A few days? Weeks? Months? Years? Any answer is valid. Consistency in anything is the way in which many of us demonstrate the importance and pleasure we have for it. If you like a sport a lot, you practice it a lot to improve. If you like a game a lot, you play it until you have hundreds of hours.

If you like a song, you listen to it until you do not feel anything at all. If someone likes you, you spend a lot of time with him, no? We've all met someone and think he's the most brilliant guy in the world, that both have an incredible chemistry, and that every moment with him is a little better. Or at least that's what I thought about Henry. Or as many already know him, Hammer Henry.

If you're not someone else on the internet, maybe that name has sounded familiar to you. Do you remember the question I asked you? It was for a reason. He was the longest friendship I've had.

of approximately 17 years. More specifically it was in elementary school. I think we all remember our first day of school, right? In my case, like the vast majority, when my parents left me at the door of the classroom, I did nothing but cry for the fact that they had to go, and leave me alone in a place that I did not know with strangers, the other children did not cry but if they saw an uncomfortable and noticeable puddle on their faces, as if really nobody wanted to be there.

The teacher on the other hand tried to cheer us up as only a primary school teacher could do, trying to make us dynamic or applause without sense in the air.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I, still with my look in my lap and a sad look as if I was waiting for my parents to magically return for me at some point, that I heard a voice next to me. "Do you like it too, don't you?" Silence. And then when I raised my head very slowly and fearfully I saw it. A boy with glasses, short hair and something chubby with a mucus that shone like a smile in half, and pointed at me, after a few moments I looked at his finger and where he points.

A mi mochila, una de color azul y rojo, con una imagen de Goku de Dragon Ball en ella. Si te gusta no? Repitió el niño. Yo tarde unos segundos en entender a lo que se refería pero al hacerlo con mi voz tambaleante asentí.

"Yes, I really like Dragon Ball." He immediately smiled from ear to ear, and turned around to get a launcher out of his backpack that had an image of Goku Super Saiyajin. Seeing him without even wanting to let go of an impression sound, and then a smile that met his own. "My name is Henry, nice to meet you!" he exclaimed. I smiled back and introduced myself.

"My name is James," I replied. And that's where my friendship with him started, as simple as that, children don't usually need reasons as complex as teenagers or adults to make friends with others, and sometimes just talking about their backpacks can be enough.

Every day I remember them with great affection, Henry and me liked the same things as video games, several series and toys, every day in recess we went to the playground and we started talking about all kinds of tastes or childish things. As a child I was always very shy to share the things I liked with others, for fear of a bad comment or a joke I was never a very extroverted person for it.

Henry was quite the opposite, when it came to talking about what he liked he didn't contain himself, he raised his voice of emotion or even gave little jumps or signs with his hands to, according to him, represent what he was doing better.

When I saw this as a child, instead of generating some kind of other person's grief, it made me feel a certain fascination for him, I would even say that I radiated confidence, maybe it's because I think this right now that I'm an adult but in retrospect, I think Henry behaved more like a child, he should do it more than I do myself.

I remember that striking attitude only increased when I was with his parents, some good people that when Henry introduced me to them one day at the school exit, as his best friend. The couple's reaction was pure adoration, they always treated me with as much appreciation as if a second son treated me.

Spending days leaving my house that my parents could not or inviting me to eat. At the same time both were the type of couple that focused all their attention on their son, Henry. I remember that once we had a pyjama in Henry's house, his room was full of stuffed animals and action figures.

With a Nintendo Game Boy on his bed on his blankets of a blue rocket, and in the center a table with a big box TV, and a PlayStation 2 next to it, I told him that his room looked very cool, and that mine barely had a table with dinosaur stickers, and some superheroes. He said that was still great, and that someday he should show them, we sat on the carpet in front of the TV, and he passed me a black control ready to play.

We played Dragon Ball Tenkaichi, Tekken, Death Jam, and so on for a while. Until Henry's mom came in, and when she saw us playing this last one I got scared, and I thought she would scold us for playing something so violent and not for our age, but all she did was leave some snacks and two glasses of soda on the side of the table before adding with a slight smile.

"Honey don't go to sleep too late, okay?" Henry ran to the table with his little steps until he took one of the two glasses and took it to his mouth.

"The raspberry tea is my favorite James, have you tried it?" He told me that he still held control in my place, I nodded my head, and replied that I had never tried it, he as if I had said something worthy of execution, reacted with a scream of incredulity, and taking the other glass from the table ran towards me and offered it to me.

I saw him and just reacting I looked down at the glass with the light blue juice, half a second before with a slight smile of enthusiasm to feel and take a drink. Henry's expecting eyes fixed on me with a childish intensity until I swallowed, and with a half smile I said: "It's very good, really.

I lied, I really didn't like it, I never liked that raspberry juice, but seeing how special it was for him just for his reactions, I couldn't tell him the truth for fear of killing even the slightest enthusiasm he had on our game night, which was a shame since he kept the idea,

that I liked as much as him, and every day of our childhood I almost always saw him offering me a raspberry juice from his backpack or the nearest store, and all those times pretending a slight smile, I accepted but at the same time I wasn't really bothered much.

When you love your friends a lot, you make small sacrifices for them, don't you? I did a lot for him, like the day I asked my parents for permission to let Henry come to my house like I had gone to his. Their reaction was reaction, they never disliked Henry but seeing his attitudes they always raised an eyebrow about it. What attitudes are you asking yourself? If for me Henry was only a happy and funny boy who showed a lot of emotion for what he liked.

But of course that's what I thought as a child. When you're an adult it's a little easier to differentiate children, let's say. Special.

But of course they never told me directly or tried to explain it to me, they knew how much I loved Henry and how I enjoyed spending time with him, so they just used to say that I would try to be responsible with him. So we spent all the time, for about three years until it was our turn to go to elementary school, enrolled in the same school and classroom, things seemed to be the same or better than always.

But that's where it happened. One afternoon after school, I had gone to Henry's house to play after not seeing him on the weekend, his mother opened the door, and very excited Henry received me on the stairs making signs for me to enter, I followed him and when I went up to his room he said he had something very incredible to show me. I remembered that the previous weekend we had celebrated his birthday, and that all the time he told me that they were going to give him a super gift days later.

When I entered his room I saw it. A computer on his table next to the bed, I had already seen them before. My dad uses one for his job. I added with my standard voice but he quickly turned to me, and with his shining eyes of enthusiasm he added, "But this is different James. In this I can watch videos and play things." He approached the computer, and made a sign for me to do it too.

I sat down and taking a seat on a bench that he had already placed next to me he showed me the world of the internet under the same words of Henry.

I remember that even that day I had a lot of fun with him. He showed me what a primitive YouTube was for me at that time, we looked for Dragon Ball videos, games that were going to come out at that time, or horror videos of the time. We were like that for a long time, until I left my house and said goodbye to Henry, who as soon as I left his room returned to the computer.

The next day at school I arrived on time and entering my living room I looked for my desk next to Henry's, he looked a little tired and, nodding slightly, I asked him if he had slept well and he told me that he had not been able to sleep because he saw things on the computer. This made me laugh more than anything else, I gave him a friendly touch on the arm and I told him that I was lucky that they had not left us homework, to which he said that he did not even remember.

We both laughed and the thing could have stayed there. Days later I remember that at the break Henry did nothing else but talk to me about things he did and saw on the computer, he told me about videos he had seen or that he had started to put comments on them, it was interesting to me but I remember that when he tried to change the subject he was only bothered or immediately he would talk to me about his own thing.

Sometimes he was a little heavy, but he had the thought that if he got like that with it, it was because surely on his computer he started doing the most fun things possible, and some of the ones he narrated sounded like it. We were like that for a year until one day in recess that sitting in the school yard, with him with a raspberry juice in hand next to me, he told me: "James and if we open a channel to upload videos?"

The comment came out so out of nowhere, as if I had probably thought about it before. The question surprised me, and I asked him if he meant making videos like the ones he had shown me or said, to which he told me that yes, that we could make videos playing things from playstation 2, or giving our opinion on different things, as so many others did at that time.

His enthusiasm for the idea quickly spread to me, and I told him that of course, it would be fun. He nodded, and getting out of his seat he turned around, and after a few moments he pointed his finger at me, and told me that I would be in charge of naming his channel, which surprised me and I laughed out loud for it. I spent most of my afternoon in my room, thinking of a good name for the channel, mixing words from games or series that I liked from that time.

I thought of one, Hammer Henry. It came to mind just playing with words, I liked it, and apparently he too, that when I told him the other day, he just by listening to him said that it was incredible and that he would put it on his channel. That same day we went to his house to, according to him, record our first videos that he had told me, I already had in mind which ones would be.

When we arrived we locked ourselves in Henry's room and we put in front of the camera, he told me that the first one would be talking and giving our opinion about his collection of games from playstation 2 and the other one making a criticism of the Dragon Ball chapters.

I honestly didn't finish understanding what we had to do but I just ascended and did what he asked me to do since he looked more experienced. He approached to turn on the camera on the computer and this one started recording. He introduced himself with enthusiasm and exaggerated movements while I saluted the camera shyly. The rest was Henry talking to the camera with an attitude and tone that he only saw him using with me, while I only responded and added the things I could.

Even so, I was having fun and we both laughed a lot. At the end he said he would upload the videos and that we should upload more to be famous. I ascended more for the fun of it than for what we could really do. But days later the problems started.

At school Henry had a lot of problems with the teachers, for not bringing the homework and not paying attention in class either. He only answered in a low voice that he would improve for the next one while the classroom was in uncomfortable silence.

My other classmates whispered behind their backs or laughed without trying to hide it. I didn't like them to say things like that about him, but I couldn't try to defend him much either, especially when they had always educated me with the mentality that studying was the first thing, and although I talked a little with some classmates in my classroom, they only did it with me and not with Henry.

I never felt ashamed of him but I could understand a little because everyone looked at him like that, I understood him as a feeling close to the pain. One day Henry told me in recess after giving a long drink to his raspberry juice that he was very upset about it, that our teacher was a whore, a whore, and our classmates were some cretins. I opened my eyes with remarkable surprise when I heard this, we had never said bad words before, until that moment.

when I asked him why he spoke like that and that he shouldn't do it. He sighed in bad mood and told me that he had learned them on the internet, to which I raised an eyebrow. It was the first time that he showed bad habits of learning it and after a few moments he said that he would make a video complaining about his teacher and colleagues.

I was surprised and even if I was a little hesitant at the beginning I asked him a question that has been around my head for a long time. And who are those videos for Henry? He remained silent for a moment before answering as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

For the people of Internet Gems, it's for them. His answer, although clear and concise, generated me others more or more well made them come to light. Why would they be interested in them our teacher and companions? Because Henry Hammer would upload them, that's why Gems.

I opened my mouth a little to answer but no answer came out, the atmosphere was somewhat tense and I did not want to argue with my best friend. I just ascended, and he looking at me directly a few moments later added: "Do you want to go out with me in that video James?" I doubted several moments before without seeing him directly if he wanted to add: "Maybe another day Henry, we have homework this week." His gaze showed genuine disappointment before he tried to hide it and said it was something stupid the same.

We stayed there for a while until the recess bell rang. A few days passed where Henry became more isolated from me, and even more towards the others. In that period of time, time in which I took the opportunity to get a little closer to the other companions I had in the living room, although they had previously made fun of Henry, the truth is that I had fun with them for a while.

Even so, I never stopped seeing Henry as my best friend, constantly taking him a raspberry juice and telling him that if he wanted us to go to his house to play something. He just denied or avoided the answer, saying that he no longer had much time for those things. The smile on my face was erased and I only felt it in a low voice.

We spent like this in what was left of the school year until the end of the year. Then the holidays came, and taking advantage of my parents, one day in the kitchen having breakfast, they told me that we could go on a trip to stay several days with my grandfather, I felt excited when they told me but a few moments later I was thoughtful. That would mean leaving home for a while, right? I would get even further away from Henry than I was.

So the last day I saw him at school, when they rang the bell I doubted, but just as I decided to get closer to where he was, and calling his attention I asked him if he wanted to go out for a game, or to play something. He refused. After a few moments I asked him if he had planned something for the holidays, to which after a few seconds he replied that he would go out with his parents on vacation.

I just sat down and internally I felt more calm, he was going to be busy just like me. I just sighed in defeat, and I told him that maybe next time, while he sat down. The day of school ended, I went to my house to pack my bags to go with my traveling parents, just about 4 hours by car, and we were already in my grandparents' big house.

We spent a season there where what I remember most doing was spending time with my grandfather or going out with my mother to the nearest field of crystal clear water.

From time to time I had one or the other thought about Henry but it was never something that affected me too much, mainly because talking about the subject to my grandfather one night, he himself told me that probably spending time away from that machine, which is what he called the computer, would make Henry clear his mind a bit so that we could be friends again as before, and that's what kept me calm all that time.

When the time came to return, I said goodbye to my grandparents, and with my parents we left for our home. Despite all the time that had passed, I still had the memory of Henry and especially the desire to see him, so many that even if it were for myself, I would have gone to his house the same day we had returned from our trip, but the fatigue of the same played against me. But there was no problem, the next day I would see him. It was one of the days that with more enthusiasm I got up from my bed to go to school.

When I arrived I was a little worried to see that they had assigned us a new classroom, but in it I would have to find Henry. All the other children arrived, and even the teacher did it but Henry did not. I started to worry a little, and when they close the door of the classroom I walk to my teacher and without holding back I asked her:

"Professor, where is Henry Williams?" She took a moment to try to recognize who she was referring to, but when she did so with a soft look and a calm voice, she added: "Hanes, from today Henry no longer studies with us, he receives education at home." I raised my eyebrows without understanding and a small void formed in my stomach.

What happened to him? Why did he decide that? He will not return? Those and more questions were forming in my mind, this is something that I had never thought of as a possible scenario, but the teacher's answer closed any possible answer. It was a decision of his parents James, that is no longer in our hands, now go back to your desk. I felt bad, but without further choice I had to accept, while I thought about going to Henry's house after classes to try to talk to him.

After a long day, the classes were over, and when I left I deviated to go to Henry's house, it would not take me more than 20 minutes on foot. The place looked like always, a warm blue house, with short grass, and the family car parked on one side, a sign that they had already returned from the holidays that Henry had mentioned, and I with half insecure and slightly nervous steps was to get closer and knock on the door.

A few moments later she opened up, and as she looked up she saw Henry's mother. "Good afternoon ma'am, this is Henry sorry." I let go before I could say anything else, and she with a look that tried to be calm added: "He's busy right now James, I'm sorry."

That was all he said and after a few moments of uncomfortable silence I just went up and down my gaze whispered me around. "Oh, that's fine, sorry for the trouble." When I was waiting in the parking lot for a taxi to return to my house I had many thoughts, if Henry was still annoying with me, most likely he told his parents and they were also or they wouldn't let me talk to him so easily.

After that day I just accepted that Henry probably no longer wanted to be my friend. And just when I returned to my house and went up to my room I remember it. Henry's video channel. Somehow I thought about it and I realized that he had surely continued to upload videos there, one or two at least.

I asked my dad for permission to use his computer to what he accepted, and I sitting at the table of his office, opened the browser and after remembering for a moment the name that I had given him, I put: "Hammer Henry". By doing so I saw that not only was the channel, but this one now had many more videos, had gone from about 2 to at least 30.

According to the timeline of the dates of his life, Henry had continued uploading videos since that day that they scolded him at school. In that specific one, he stood in front of the camera and started talking about what had happened, as an anecdote while shouting and insulting the teacher and classmates, and in a specific moment he takes the opportunity to mention me vaguely, saying something like he would have liked to record this accompanied by the friend who had appeared in his previous videos, referring to me.

I sighed low, and with each video my chest felt heavier and heavier. I saw how Henry became more expressive through each video, but also a little more altanero, even starting to dedicate videos to people who commented "no" to his raspberry juice talking about how incredible it is, and the idiots who were the ones who didn't like it. While the appearance of the room looked a little worse, without looking like it was cleaned, with things from previous videos thrown on the floor.

Also that these seemed to start having many more views and subscribers. I felt weird watching it, although it was Henry's dream and what he always said he wanted to do. I couldn't see how he was telling it, at least I couldn't see the grace in seeing my best friend in front of a camera talking, and half screaming with exaggerated movements, but apparently many other people did.

Watching the comments I saw a lot of people who seemed to believe by the writing that Henry's attitude was actual. That would make more sense for someone who watched the videos without context, but for me it was different. Also that he raises an eyebrow when he notices something. I couldn't have taken so many videos if I really had gone on vacation with his parents as he had said. Most likely he lied to me that all this time he had spent it in his house, locked in his room.

After all, I had never been a person to go out. Finally I closed the page and getting up from the chair a little dizzy, I left the office and went to my room trying not to run into my parents. For the first time in my life I did not know how to react to something I had seen.

He left me with a bad taste in my mouth for a while, but between my thoughts came one and it is that probably this was only one stage, at some point that of uploading videos would go out of fashion, and Henry would get bored of it to move on to something else, and although maybe we would no longer be friends at least, he would stop continually exposing himself to it, or that maybe his parents would intervene directly in it, at least that was the perspective they gave me about it. After that, about 6 years passed.

I continued with my life at school, and I didn't go back to looking for things about Hammer Henry, I didn't even have a phone or computer of my own at that time to have looked for things about Henry. Sometimes I was curious to see if he was still uploading videos, but I had the thought that his channel probably shouldn't even exist in the first place.

At school I had made friends with my current classmates, although they were nice with none I also took it as well as I had done with Henry, although among them there was a specific girl, Samantha Claus. She was my classmate in my new classroom, and just seeing her a few times I knew she had something special.

Although at that time I was still too embarrassed to use the word love, in retrospect I would say that it was my first love, and for my luck she apparently also had a certain interest in me, and taking advantage of a day after classes I approached her, greeted her, and asked her if I could accompany her to her house. She laughed at seeing me talk and, with a soft smile, said that before I had to go to an internet cafe,

for a copy for biology classes, I already said yes and I told him that of course I could accompany her.

We held hands as we walked, and I felt warmth on my face. We entered, and we approached the nearest computer, while she was using the device with previous experience I turned around to see or hide not to see Samantha much, when I see that some young people from our same institute are watching videos on the computer on the side. I looked up out of curiosity to see what they were seeing.

It was a video of a guy about 15 or 17 years old in front of the camera talking with exaggerated mucus and then I recognized him. It was Henry, they were watching videos of Hammer Henry. Without avoiding it, and with surprise I approached the computer to see more closely, and the two boys when they noticed him, with smiles, and laughs from what they saw, tell me something like:

Have you seen how funny this guy is? He's a complete idiot. My face made a mucus even processing what I saw. In the video Henry seemed to complain about the new Dragon Ball Super series, towards exaggerated movements, and raised his voice almost screaming.

While I was still watching, Samantha approached me and told me that it was over, if we could go, to which I sighed thinking about it a moment before telling her to leave, I would stay to do another task research, but I preferred to do it alone. She felt something strange but said goodbye to me with a soft smile. I ascended and approached the computer on the side while I was starting to write in the search engine, "Hammer Henry".

The second surprise I had was that there were no longer only YouTube results, there were pages called 4chan, reddit or discussion pages. I still don't understand much I get into them, and there a lot of people talked about Henry, about his videos, shared memes or just made fun of him.

I spent a long time just reading the comments and things they put about my friend, most of them saw it as a joke and entertainment, they laughed at him and not at him. They weren't stupid either, they knew that Henry was not a character, he acted like that because of the difficulties he had.

They used the term "Lockow" constantly, which after researching a little more refers to someone on the internet with behaviors that make others laugh at them constantly. Or at least that's what I understood. After a while I go to see the most recent videos of Hammer Henry.

The last time I saw him was so many years ago but I could recognize him, chubby, with glasses and a characteristic hat, I could recognize his room as the same one he visited as a child so he probably continued to live there, but all the content pointed out that he probably had not continued studying at home as my teacher had said so many years ago, I couldn't even believe that his parents would allow this, it was impossible that at this point they were not aware of what their son was doing on the internet,

and I didn't want to think they would be able to allow it. For my good or bad luck, I found a video that collected everything that happened with Henry in chronological order of the same, because I refused to use words like Lore, to see what was essentially seeing a friend falling into drugs little by little.

In the video it was reported how Henry had started uploading videos since he was only 9 years old and that his first videos were accompanied by another little boy who was said to be Henry's friend. That boy was me.

Then it was said how Henry's videos began to change after a specific moment, which probably something happened to him that his videos took a more personal tone. That was from the video where he insulted his teacher, and comrades, after that I dedicate his channel to upload more and more videos, the same thing I had seen a few years ago only that more increased.

In some Henry did acts as low as go out in underwear in front of the camera, ask the girls in his comments to send him direct messages, or directly insult or threaten to death to several of those who said go against their opinions. And even in one of his most recent videos, he mentioned me indirectly but said that he regretted having lost contact

with a friend who was very important to him, to then go on to insult me and scream while I had a raspberry juice next to me. I spent the whole afternoon watching things about Hammer Henry until they arrived at 8 at night, the place was close to closing and I had to go home.

After a few moments I checked one last time one of the forums where Henry was talking about, and I could see several talking about making several jokes to Henry, like being called a woman to talk to him or that old friend who mentioned so much.

The more I read, my throat filled up more and a single annoyance made me squeeze my fists hard. These people, these damn people, saw my friend as a clown, something to play with for a while and see how he reacted to it, they saw him as a literal entertainment and not as what he really was, a fucking human being.

It wasn't to try to defend Henry either, the attitudes he had on the internet were enough to make you feel bad or repulsive, but to the point of hating him and dedicating yourself to fucking his life?

But taking into account obviously that Henry, was not a person in his five senses, needed help, attention, and obviously not be exposed to the internet, and although of course that was in the responsibility of his parents, I guess because of his ignorance of the internet, it was that they would have given him so much free access to it I thought. I was making pure assumptions in my head, but even in case of being like that, that was just the reason, not the justification.

I return to my house on the last bus that I take and on the way I don't stop thinking about Henry. What could I do for him? I shouldn't even do it. I haven't lived where I used to be so close to him as to go visit him right now, but maybe tomorrow.

I went back to my home to sleep, and the next day I went to what was supposed to be Henry's family's house, I took a bus after classes that took me there. When I did it I was surprised that the place looked different, new house color, new car and without things in the garden.

I doubted for a moment if this was still Henry's family home, and when I knocked on the door a third-year lady received me, whom I had never seen in my life. I confirmed it. They no longer lived here. I asked him if he knew where the family had gone before he lived here but he only told me that they had perhaps moved to the outskirts of the city, since that is where they were headed. I thanked for the information and turned around to leave. I thought I should continue investigating where he would be now.

Probably if I kept asking, or in the forums dedicated to his channel, I would give with Henry's house. But if this whole sub-world of the networks worked as I believed, it meant that there was a possibility that they themselves would find out that I was the person that Henry kept mentioning so much in his videos.

He wasn't good at using the internet to go unnoticed, and the idea of ​​saying directly that I'm his friend and I want to talk to him would probably cause more drama and jokes from most of the people than genuine help. I felt against the sword and the wall so I just decided to leave it. Regardless of what Henry did, I had to continue with my life, with my studies, with my relationships.

At the end of the day, it is assumed that anyway, if I did not look for it and saw it, it should not affect me, right? Or at least that was the excuse with which I decided to withdraw from the subject completely. Or at least for five years. At that time I graduated from high school, with the help of my parents I was living in my own apartment near the city, and even better.

Samantha and I were already a couple. She usually came to stay with me on weekends and had her own apartment key. Our love was quite spontaneous, without talking much about it I can only say that she was the most important person in the world to me.

That's why it hit me so hard when she told me that a guy had intercepted her when she left college, asking for me, and that she knew Hammer Henry. When she told me, my stomach was stirring, and I felt my blood pressure drop. I never told her what happened to Henry, mostly because I wanted to leave all that subject in the past already. I didn't see it relevant but right now.

I felt like a damn ghost from the past that had been harassing me for years finally found me. At first I thought it was just a one-off event that would not happen again I thought. Poor was my ignorance when I saw with my own eyes how two hooded subjects were outside my apartment one day I was returning from college and they took pictures of him, so when he turned to see me scream with laughter and emotion that it was him. Henry's friend.

I obviously reacted to the defense, I yelled at them to leave, I would call the police, to which they only shot me with the flash of their phones several times before running away. After that I entered my house and locked with a key, I called Samantha so that she would also do it in her house, I did not know that if any damn crazy guy would come closer. After that I sat in the living room, and entering youtube I looked for something that for a long time I waited not to put on the browser again. Hammer Henry.

To make the topic short, that knot in my stomach that I had felt years ago the first two times I had searched and seen things about Hamed Henry finally opened. Unable to avoid it I vomited on top of my carpet, and grabbed the table at night, next to it to avoid falling. Just seeing that again, seeing the worst side of what was my best friend, was something horrible.

When I could recover my state, I sat down again, and finally decided to watch his channel. There I had a hundred new videos, no matter how much I downloaded and downloaded the screen, most of them kept putting dates of this year, and when I entered one of them I see it. A man in his twenties, overweight, a state worthy of a decent drunk, with a gray shirt, blue pants and long hair.

With the room full of things that you could hardly differentiate as magazines, games or juice bottles. And in them Henry did exactly the same. A video where he complained about recent entertainment products, his subscribers and even his parents.

how they ask him to stop recording videos for the internet without knowing that, in his own words, this was his job, at the same time that he was not only screaming and making signs when talking, but there were moments where he was alone in silence in front of the camera for lapses of about 9 seconds before talking directly to others without any relationship.

I decided to look for a video that could explain a little better what happened to him in those five years and I let out a bitter laugh when I saw that there was not only one, there were a lot. Channels that collected what happened to my friend, no longer as something of worship, but as they say. Internet heritage.

I couldn't wait to close the app just to see what had happened to my friend. And to have more in my stomach I probably would have taken it out right there. Henry had had problems with the law, had harassed his subscribers, asked them to transfer money to his bank account, and what had hit me the most, that his mother had died due to "según" stress.

If all this for a normal person could make him see Henry with a little empathy, he made me cry. He was my friend, he was always my friend. I wiped my tears to finish watching the video, and that at the end he said that Henry had currently moved and that according to his words he was living in the old house where he grew up.

and that weeks ago nothing was known about him, that left me thinking and then everything made sense that those damn crazy called Henry fans have walked with me, God knows how, it was only for all the times that Henry had mentioned me before that at this point I was sure that I was already a character in the lore of Hammer Henry, which is how these stupid people told my friend's life.

After a while thinking if the police could take care of or help in something, but seeing that they had already treated Henry directly before, they probably wouldn't get him in very good shape. I knew that maybe it wasn't the best solution but anyway I decided, I myself would find Henry to talk to him.

And for my luck, unlike all those who were looking for their location only to post it in their forums and make memes, I did not know where Henry could be. The other day very early I went directly to Henry's old house, trying that no one saw me directly, I got in a taxi and in about 15 minutes I was already there. As I get off I see the house. The color of the same already worn, the long and small lawn, and the wood of the door with moisture.

When I get closer and knock on the door after a few moments, I don't get an answer, but I notice that it is not completely closed, when I touch it again it half opens, so with fearful steps I enter. The interior was as vaguely I remembered it but everything more abandoned, on the table plated dishes next to pizza and soda cans, and next to the room a badly put together clothing tower, not to mention that the aroma that projected everything from its position was vomiting.

I made a move and looked up at the stairs, when I did so I heard a voice giving slight screams along with sounds that seemed to come from a TV. I approach and placing my hand on the wall I go up step by step, until I finally approach the door of the origin of the noises, and without a doubt I open it. And there it was.

Henry, in his bed, badly lying down while watching television, his room as it was seen in the videos with things unorganized, the floor full of garbage, clothes and boxes. And he, his state in the best of cases, was sorry. When he saw me enter, his expression that was concentrated on television turned into a surprise and remarkable fear with my unknown presence, he began to scream for help and shake his obese arms trying to get up.

I panicked and looking at my sides for a moment, sighed and only said in a loud voice: "Henry it's me, I'm James friend." He took a few moments to shut up, and by doing something similar to recognition he formed in his eyes: "James? Are you James?" Tears began to form in his eyes while finally standing up, he takes a hand to his face, sobbing.

When I saw the scene I couldn't help feeling my eyes wet, but at the same time I couldn't get close to hug him, his state, his complete painting next to the room, was painful. He wiped his tears, he told me how good he had finally returned, that now he could help him record more videos.

When I heard that my heart stopped for a moment, I went back to the reality of where I was, of why I had come. With my loud voice I called his attention and I spoke to him. Henry please listen to me friend, I came because I want you to leave the internet, leave this brother, this is not good for you or for anyone.

All this damn community you've formed over the years is doing you wrong, it's making fun of you, it's made you end up like this, it's harassing you and it's even started harassing me and my loved ones, please friend, record a video where you say you left all this, please. Henry's face became one of complete unrecognition when he understood what he meant.

After a few moments he was silent, and then he denied with his head. "How do you ask me to leave this James? Are you crazy? You are a selfish bastard like my parents, do you want me to leave this and lose all my followers? What I have built over the years just for you? They must have sent you some of my trolls, right? " I was speechless, my ears did not believe what I was listening to.

Please Henry, all that community just sees you as their bully, you are entertainment for them please look at you, please, friend. He looked at me directly and as if he had said what could have bothered him the most, he told me: You are no longer my friend James, I don't need you, I don't need dad, or mom. All I need are my fans James, they love me.

At that moment I just wanted to hit him, to make him come in right. But I couldn't. After a few moments Henry turned around and walked to his computer sitting with difficulty, as if I were not there. I was standing there almost in shock, seeing how what once was my best friend was now for me, something painful to see.

I wanted to blame myself, think that this had been my fault, that for not avoiding Henry to isolate himself on the internet, if he had been a better friend perhaps, perhaps this would not have happened no? Of course not, this was not my fault, or just my fault, there was not even an exact culprit, it was just something that happened. Those and more things passed through my mind while in the bathroom of the dirty house, I filled an empty bottle of juice, with blue chlorine.

I walked back to Henry's room, he didn't even turn to see me, and he kept playing by one side, so I approached and left the bottle by his table. I apologize for this, okay? I know it's your favorite, so drink it before bed.

He nodded without even looking at me directly, and I looked at the room one last time, assuring myself that there was no other bottle of juice in the room, if I had I would have to drink that one. I made a gesture with my hand saying goodbye. I left the house with a much calmer pace than I thought, took a bus to my home, and while I looked out the window from my seat, something like a peace formed in my chest.

I waited two days before checking the internet and by getting into youtube I got something in highlights

The famous youtuber and lolcow Hammer Henry dies intoxicated in his own home because of taking chlorine. It seems that they had so little respect for Henry's intelligence as to think that surely that is something that he could do for himself. I left the application and went to the forums to look for what they said about Hammer Henry. And the first thing that came out was a meme. One about his death.

There were several, the chats full of images making fun of it, not even dead would stop using Henry's figure as a comic or a joke. Even those who looked genuinely sad or shocked by it made me angry. Saying that they felt sorry for someone they saw all their lives as a joke, as a clown to whom they could laugh, and not as what it really was.

If all these people had wanted something good for him, first of all they would never have given him so much attention, so many views, so much reach to himself. They were responsible for this, it was the damn internet. They were responsible for slowly consuming his health, and mine too. If it weren't for me, Henry would have continued in that state forever, dying slowly. I saved him, as I couldn't save him before.

But of course, many people wouldn't understand it, just like I don't understand people. Not only the internet one, but the one around me, because most people don't like the raspberry juice. Right now I'm drinking one, and I can tell you that it's the most delicious shit you can take to your lips, you know? And well, maybe in some cases. Also the last one.