YouTuber Accidentally Unboxes Receipt for Soul From Satan
In what may be the most disturbing unboxing in YouTube history, YouTuber Darryl Masters, who unboxes kids’ toys, posted a video in which he unboxes a receipt from Satan for his soul. The video starts with Masters unboxing various Nintendo items as he normally does until about 8 minutes in when Masters grabs a small black box.
“Hmm, I wonder what this could be?” Masters says excitedly, holding the box up to reveal a shiny black box with a red ribbon. “Doesn’t look like a video game. Let’s see what’s inside," he says, untying the ribbon and opening the box. “Huh, some kind of parchment. Looks like some sort of old-timey receipt of some sort. See the old lettering; almost looks like it’s written in bloo—red marker. Let’s see what it says, Masters says, straining to maintain the chipper tone of a YouTube personality.” “I.” He stops completely and clears his throat. “I see some numbers. 6. 6.”
Masters suddenly stops speaking. He appears frightened, looking around.
“What is this?” He says, really beginning to panic. “What the f**k is this?”
He looks around some more, moves off camera and is heard to scream, “is someone fucking with me?” He comes back in front of the camera and begins speaking again to the audience.
“This. Folks, this. I’m actually quite frightened. Let me read it to you. It says, 'In exchange for fabulous wealth derived from preying on fragile young minds in an demented effort to transform them into insatiable consumers, Darryl Masters hereby transfers full ownership of his soul to Satan, Lord of Darkness, King of the Bottomless Pit and YouTube Consultant.'"
“I mean, I—ok, I thought– that was a dream. See, folks, I thought that didn’t really happen. Anyway, I guess it did. I can see now that blood–see this band aid on my palm."
Masters holds his bandaged hand up to the screen and then begins laughing. “I really did it. I sold my soul to the devil.
The laughter then turned to tears.
“I shouldn’t have done that. Oh, fuck, what have I done? What have I–"
In what many are describing as the most disturbing part of the film, Masters then regains his composure and goes back into his normal unboxing mode.
“Guys, you know, I mean, yeah, the box is, you know, really nice–I like the colors, black and red, very elegant. And that parchment, how cool was that? Like real old-fashioned, like a treasure map. And it’s kind of cool, right, like, an official receipt from the Dark One, Master of Despair. It feels really powerful to touch it, too—sure, horrifying beyond compare—I've never felt fear close to this--but there's an energy here too, a heat. You won't get this searing pain mixed with pleasure and fright from your typical receipt. And the blood here is authentic, too–I know, cause it’s my blood! Definitely, you're going to want to check this out yourself, folks. Well, that’s all we have time for today. As always, make sure to like and hit that subscribe button and don't forget to kneel before my latest sponsor, if you will, the King of Hell and YouTube channels like mine, Satan."
“Hmm, I wonder what this could be?” Masters says excitedly, holding the box up to reveal a shiny black box with a red ribbon. “Doesn’t look like a video game. Let’s see what’s inside," he says, untying the ribbon and opening the box. “Huh, some kind of parchment. Looks like some sort of old-timey receipt of some sort. See the old lettering; almost looks like it’s written in bloo—red marker. Let’s see what it says, Masters says, straining to maintain the chipper tone of a YouTube personality.” “I.” He stops completely and clears his throat. “I see some numbers. 6. 6.”
Masters suddenly stops speaking. He appears frightened, looking around.
“What is this?” He says, really beginning to panic. “What the f**k is this?”
He looks around some more, moves off camera and is heard to scream, “is someone fucking with me?” He comes back in front of the camera and begins speaking again to the audience.
“This. Folks, this. I’m actually quite frightened. Let me read it to you. It says, 'In exchange for fabulous wealth derived from preying on fragile young minds in an demented effort to transform them into insatiable consumers, Darryl Masters hereby transfers full ownership of his soul to Satan, Lord of Darkness, King of the Bottomless Pit and YouTube Consultant.'"
“I mean, I—ok, I thought– that was a dream. See, folks, I thought that didn’t really happen. Anyway, I guess it did. I can see now that blood–see this band aid on my palm."
Masters holds his bandaged hand up to the screen and then begins laughing. “I really did it. I sold my soul to the devil.
The laughter then turned to tears.
“I shouldn’t have done that. Oh, fuck, what have I done? What have I–"
In what many are describing as the most disturbing part of the film, Masters then regains his composure and goes back into his normal unboxing mode.
“Guys, you know, I mean, yeah, the box is, you know, really nice–I like the colors, black and red, very elegant. And that parchment, how cool was that? Like real old-fashioned, like a treasure map. And it’s kind of cool, right, like, an official receipt from the Dark One, Master of Despair. It feels really powerful to touch it, too—sure, horrifying beyond compare—I've never felt fear close to this--but there's an energy here too, a heat. You won't get this searing pain mixed with pleasure and fright from your typical receipt. And the blood here is authentic, too–I know, cause it’s my blood! Definitely, you're going to want to check this out yourself, folks. Well, that’s all we have time for today. As always, make sure to like and hit that subscribe button and don't forget to kneel before my latest sponsor, if you will, the King of Hell and YouTube channels like mine, Satan."